Dear Diary

by angelkatchan

Gakuto has gone off to university. A diary entry explaining a new relationship, his shattered self confidence, and his desire to get back to Yuushi. What he doesn't know is that Yuushi misses him too.

2. Chapter 2

Title: Plagued by Memories

Fandom: Prince of Tennis- Mukahi Gakuto

Characters: Oshitari Yuushi, mentioned – Mukahi Gakuto

Prompt: 10 – Years

Rating: G

Word Count: 355

A/N: It's been four years, and Yuushi hasn't seen Gakuto. The separation is more than he can take.

Disclaimer: It's the next day, and I still don't own them.

It had been years since he'd last seen Gakuto. They talked on the phone, but those conversations were strained. When he hung up, he always felt as if he'd failed. He was getting used to that; he'd failed his best friend.

The day before he left, Gakuto told Yuushi how he felt. It was awkward, it was sweet, and it was completely unexpected. It was surprise that kept Yuushi from answering. Gakuto interpreted it as indifference, rejection even. Later that night, Yuushi called to try to explain himself. Gakuto said it didn't matter. If there was to be anything else between them, Yuushi would have said so at that time. He didn't, so Gakuto was sure he was nothing more than a friend. He then refused to talk more about it and made plans for Yuushi to meet him at the airport.

As he left, Gakuto assured Yuushi nothing would change. They were best friends; that would always be the same. Yuushi again tried to explain, to tell Gakuto that he was surprised by the confession. Yuushi had always believed that he would be the one to confess first. He knew Gakuto didn't trust easily, so his confessing first went against everything Yuushi thought he knew of his best friend. True to form, Gakuto refused to listen. He boarded the plane with no plans to return.

Whenever Yuushi thought of Gakuto, it wasn't of Gakuto in the middle of a match, in the middle of a moonsault; it wasn't him taunting their opponents across the court; it wasn't the way his hips swayed as he walked away from a very pissed off Shishido. Those things were always there, but what he first thought of was his best friend turning away, tears in his eyes.

That was four years ago. Four years without cursing. Four years without flipping. Four years without that small body fitting perfectly against his. Four years he would never get back. How much had Gakuto changed in that time? Would he still feel the same? Yuushi had to find out. He couldn't let another year go by. He wanted his partner back.