Ultra Violet Black
Old Fiat
Chapter 8- The Chance is Gone
Ryoma ran over to Eiji who was still just standing there shaking. He saw his sempai was biting his lower-lip, his eyebrows nearly tied together. He wasn't focusing on anything. His lip split.
"Eiji-sempai?" Ryoma touched his shoulder lightly.
"Ochibi?" he turned to him. "Tell me why I did that…"
"I-I dunno…" Ryoma really, really wanted to run away from this scarier version of Eiji.
"I gotta run. I've got… stuff to do… at home," Eiji lied, lamely. He walked away, leaving Ryoma on the court, his thoughts moving a million miles a minute.
He heard the club house door open and turned around. "Buchou…" he turned away again.
"Echizen," Tezuka walked over stiffly. "What was Kikumaru yelling about? I couldn't understand a word of what he said."
"Nothing," Ryoma realized he said this by reaction from saying so many times to his mum and dad.
"Ah, yes," he raised one fine eyebrow. Ryoma suddenly noticed his eyes were bloodshot as though he hadn't been sleeping. "And how have you been?"
"Fine," It suddenly struck him how awkward Tezuka was in the art of conversation. "And you?"
"I've been—" Horrible, thought Kunimitsu. Horrible, hopeless, depressed, tired. "—fine. I was hoping to speak to you about something."
"Shoot."
"Eh… I was wondering… if you… umm…" Damn, this was more difficult than he had thought it would be. "…If you knew of a good psychiatrist."
"Why would I?" He felt this was a strange question to ask. He'd never been to a psychiatrist.
"Never mind," He pulled off his glasses and began to polish them on his shirt.
There was silence for a while.
"Well, I think I'll be heading home—" Ryoma turned to go but Tezuka grabbed on to his arm.
"Can I talk to you?"
This idea was so much weirder than the thought of him needing a psychiatrist. He had thought the captain kind of hated him.
"Not right now."
The words slipped out of Ryoma's mouth and he walked off. More like ran off. Maybe he was trying to think up excuses inside his head, he couldn't remember. All he knew was that he turned around to shout back at Tezuka, but saw the captain was no longer there.
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Only thought:
Ow.
It was a pretty accurate thought as almost every bit of him was in pain. Momo stared at the clear blue sky. There was no desire to get up. The blood from his broken nose was flowing into his mouth so he sat it out, he was also bleeding from the lip so he was spiting practically every second. Let's go over the injury list:
1 black eye (left)
2 bloody lip
3 broken nose
4 various cuts and bruises on his arms and stomach
5 various cuts and bruises on his legs
'Ow' was the best word to describe his condition.
He got up and felt a sharp pain in his forehead. He put his hand to it and felt a thick, congealed substance. Blood. Another injury for the list.
6 large-ish cut on forehead
Momo made a large mental note to himself and pasted it on the front of his brain:
Never do that again.
Alfonso was not the best person to get in a fight with— neither was Momo— but Alfonso also had five or six guys backing him up. Ow…
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Tezuka stopped running. He put one hand on his knee and the other on his chest. He was so out of breath. His heart beat was incredibly rapid, but he felt better despite the fact that he couldn't breath. Just not being trapped in a house that had the same mood of an insane asylum made him feel so much better. He felt his mouth crack into a smile. Then felt a large stab of guilt.
You shouldn't be smiling.
You never smiled, not even when she was alive.
He was in front of Oishi's house. He almost never went to Oishi's house by himself because it was rather close to the bad side of town and Tezuka… had bad experiences in the bad side of town. He rang the doorbell.
"Tezuka-kun," Oishi's father had answered the door. His short black hair was neatly combed and his emerald-green eyes had shock written all over them. "I haven't seen you in a while, how's everything been going?"
"Fine, Mr. Oishi," he bowed. "May I please see Shuichiro?"
"Of course, come on in," he stood aside and closed the door once Tezuka walked in. "You just go ahead to his room." He smiled.
"Thank you."
He was walking to Oishi's room when a small girl ran past, nearly tripping him.
"Chichi! Chichi! Shui-chan is gonna kill me!"
"Of course I'm gonna kill you!" Oishi burst out of his room wearing a t-shirt and jeans. "Don't you dare look in my journal!"
"Hey, hey. Calm down you two," Oishi's dad put his arm around her. "What's going on?"
"She was reading my journal! Then she started ripping out pages!"
"It was boring!" she protested. "You don't need boring stuff in your room."
"Sweetie," Mr. Oishi looked at her. "That wasn't nice; now apologize to your older brother."
"Sorry," she pouted.
"It's okay," Oishi suddenly noticed Tezuka's presence. "Hey Kunimitsu, do you want to go to my room?"
"Sure."
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Ryoma arrived at the cemetery. He looked around at the field of tombstones and headed over to his father's.
It was made out of dark stone with the words carved into it:
Nanjiro Ryoga Echizen
Beloved son, husband, father and tennis star.
He remains in our hearts forever.
He ran his finger along the words. Had he ever really thought of him as a father? He was more of an opponent. Someone he had to beat. But as a father? No, he wasn't a father. He didn't have a father. It was like after he got home after that day, exactly as he had said it then—
"It's okay to cry sweetie. I know you loved your father very much…"
"No, I never really liked that guy."
It was always that way. His father wasn't his father; he was just 'that guy'.
Ryoma began to cry. His chance to ever have that relationship with his father was gone. It was over. There was nothing he could do.
Beloved son, husband, father and tennis star.
To Ryoma, it was only tennis star. And cross out the 'beloved'.
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Hello! Sorry about not updating for such a loooong amount of time! The guests and everything, also I had writer's block once they left soooo… yeah…
I hope you liked this chapter! Remember I always want your suggestions! That's what caused me to get such a big case of writer's block because I didn't have any ideas!
Oh, if you want to see something funny, look at my review page.
Ore-Sama No Like, God, I laughed so hard at that review. Correcting my grammar? Come on! Also they didn't even notice Tezuka was supposed to be OOCish! In defense for the bad grammar/spelling: When I run my spell check, I'm so sick of it catching all the Japanese names but not the mistakes like mixing up 'load' and 'loud', I'm clicking 'IGNORE' over and over and forget there are some actual spelling mistakes on there!
Also, by the way, 'Chichi' means 'Papa' or something to that affect. 'Haha' means 'Mama'.
REVIEW! WITH SEGGESTIONS!
-Old Fiat s. Italy
