Ultra Violet Black
Old Fiat
Chapter 5- Ultra Violet
Ryoma was still sitting on the curb. He finally got up. He wanted to go home, he really did. But he didn't want to see that scene again. He looked up at the star strewn sky. The pinpricks of Orion and he was pretty sure he saw a planet before his stomach rumbled.
Suddenly the stars began to be covered up by clouds. Then those clouds began to send down droplets of water to drench him. He ran home, by the time he got there he was sneezing, his socks were beyond ruined and he would've gotten in he bath but he had enough water on him to fill it up.
He walked right past his mother when she walked towards him to try and explain.
"Ryoma, I—"
"Don't."
"Ryoma, just let—"
"No."
"You've got to—"
"Stop it."
"Listen to me for—"
"I don't want to hear."
Ryoma ran away from his mom into his room. He sat at his desk and pulled out his science text book from the previous year and flipped it open. It fell open on to his favorite pages; the section on light.
The spread of colors created by the prism is called a spectrum. We have seen that the spectrum of visible light goes from red to violet. Just beyond red there is less energetic radiation, which you can't see infrared, which means "below red." You may also have heard of the more energetic radiation just above violet, which is called "ultraviolet."
He stared at the page. He was starting to feel like either ultraviolet— an invisible color in a rainbow. He was powerful, but invisible. So what was the point?
"Damn…" he laid his head in the book.
He wondered what it would be like if he hadn't told his dad to go get some flowers. He would be here. His mother wouldn't have done… that. Ryoma probably wouldn't be sitting there with his head on an old text book.
He heard the phone ring in the other room. It stopped when Nanako picked it up.
"Hello?"
A pause.
"Yes, just wait one moment," walked into Ryoma's room. "Ryoma, telephone."
"Hello?"
"Echizen?" It was Momo and he sounded out of breath. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled. It sounded like he was making this call from a telephone booth because he culd hear the rain pounding against it.
"Momo-sempai, what is it?"
"I seriously don't have time to explain over the phone. I'm at the garden, park… thing. Will you come over here? I really don't know what to do…" he began to mutter to himself under his breath.
"Which garden, park thing?"
"The Mukojima Hyakka-en Garden."
"Be right over."
Ryoma felt a twang. His father grave was close to that park. He ran down the hall. "I'm going out!" he called. It felt good to be doing something since tennis practice was over. He ran over as quickly as he could to where Momo was. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that it was still raining sheets.
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Momo was wearing a t-shirt and light warm-up jacket. His cut-off jeans were drenched and his hair was starting to droop, going into its natural curls. His skin looked pale and for once he did not look like he thought he was the best person in the world— in fact just then he was thinking he was the lowest, rat that crawled out of a bin and should die but never would.
How could I do that? He asked himself for the billionth time. Why did I think it was right? What should I do? I'm only fourteen. I shouldn't be dumping my problems on Echizen. He's got enough to worry about.
"Momo-sempai!" called Ryoma. He ran over, slipping slightly on the drenched grass. His hair was sticking to his face and drops of water clung to his eyelashes. "Why are you standing around in the rain? Why'd you call me here?"
Momo suddenly realized he was on the ground. His knees had buckled beneath him and now he was sitting in the mud. "I dunno. I shouldn't have. Go home."
Ryoma raised an eyebrow; he could still be cocky when it felt like his insides were being mauled by a big, creepy lion. The sky was pitch black; you could only see a tiny bit of the moon though the clouds. "Tell me what's up."
"I just needed to talk to someone…"
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Fuji lay on his bed and watched Yuta in the other. Shusuke felt strangely sick. He had gone over to Tezuka's house that evening and seen what a mess the usually organized family had become, with Kunimitsu in the center trying to hold everything together through his tears.
Too much was happening too fast. Echizen's father, Kunimitsu's family… The papers hadn't even gotten a hold of what happened to his mother yet, he and his grandfather were doing a very good job of not letting the news get out. It was like ultraviolet, it was there, it was happening, but no one could see it.
Kunimitsu's mother had been a French model and had been very famous but then retired. She was also his father's best friend and his godmother. Her favorite thing to say was 'I love you to bits!'
Shusuke was smart enough to know there would be a leek about it eventually.
He was drawn out of his bubble of semi-conciseness when the phone rang in the other room.
"Helloooo, house of Fuji… Oh hey Kuniharu… yeah… I'll be over right away."
Shusuke felt a twang of annoyance and of loneness. His mum was over at his aunt's house for the week, Yumiko was on a date and Yuta… well…
"Don't eat the toast…" he murmured in his sleep. "S'mine…"
Shusuke watched his sleeping brother for a bit, and then his dad came in. "Shu-shu. I'm going out for a bit. You're in charge until Yumiko gets back. Okay?"
"Okay dad."
Gerard Fuji turned to leave. "Hey dad?"
"Yes Shusuke?"
"Were you sad… you know…"
"About my God-son, best friend/ex-girlfriend and her baby dying?" he looked over at his oldest son. "Yes Shusuke, I was sad."
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"What are you gonna do?
"I dunno," Momo sighed, tilting his head upwards and watching the rain fall. "I'm afraid of going home but I have too…" he turned to Ryoma. "Do you want me to walk you home? It's pretty dark."
"Yeah, thanks."
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Hello! It's another author's note from OFSI!
Readers: Hoorah!
I have discovered those episodes of Prince of Tennis 110-113 and watched 111. I will watch the other ones soon. Shusuke so does not look as strong as Momo… yuk… he is so wussy lookin'…
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate all of them. I always wanted to be one of those people who had 100+ reviews by ten chapters and I think you might make that wish come true!
I have been trying to go into more detail. I'm not always sure where the fine line is between too much detail and not enough detail. I would also like suggestions for what Momo's secret should be. Need help! Thanks!
Review! Help my wish come true!
-Old Fiat s. Italy
