Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis doesn't belong to me but my love for the series is mine. My salutes to Konomi Sensei for the best manga series ever.
Idea Disclaimer: Inspired by a friend's oekaki.
A/Ns: I'm a lazy writer so this story has been dragged for too long. I just can't get my ass up and start writing the new chapters, laziness is an inborn talent of mine, it seems. My thanks to everyone who reviewed this story even after it has been MIA for so long, Thank you.
Dreams
Both lovers are now in the same country, hearts linked together by an invisible thread that will never break.
His dream has always been the same as mine but I never knew.
My dream has never changed.
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After alighting from the plane and collecting my remaining luggage, I left the airport. I wanted to meet my Ryoma as soon as possible. With the address I got from Ryoma's parents before I left, I boarded a cab. The cab ride from the airport to his residing apartment felt like the longest drive I've ever had in my entire life. The entire time I could feel my hands shaking and no matter how I tried to calm myself down it seem relatively impossible.
The apartment complex that Ryoma resided was located near various stadiums where most of his competitions were held. I thanked the cab driver and walked up the stairs towards the building. I had no trouble getting the security personnel to let me in. I quickly made my way up to the level and room number of where he was staying.
Standing outside the door, I hurriedly calm myself and rang the doorbell with shaky fingers. I have no idea what would happen, would Ryoma invite me in, would he ask me to leave or…..
"Yes, whose there?" an unfamiliar voice questioned.
Standing at the door was Kevin Smith clad in nothing but a pair of boxers looking like he just work up. I was speechless, I didn't know how to react.
"Ahh you're Fuji Syuusuke from Seigaku." Kevin exclaimed. "Are you here to visit Ryo?"
'Ryo?...' The nickname for my love. I had no idea what happened next. Tears spilled out of my eyes and the next thing I was in the lift out of the apartment complex and on a cab to the nearest hotel.
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"Ahh……Fu…..Ji…..He left….."
"Who was it? I heard the door bell rang just now." A groggy voice asked.
Turning around, Ryo was standing at the door rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Errr…..It was Fuji Syuusuke but he left…..." I replied confused with what ever the hell was happening.
"Syuu……was……here?" Was all I heard before I was pushed away from the door and the last thing I saw was my half-dressed tennis friend entering the lift. (A/Ns: Haha Kinda weird how the lift is always there….so is the cabs..)
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"SHIT!!..."
Syuu was here, but now he's not. But he was in America, right outside my door not 5 minutes ago wanting to see me. Damn Kevin for dragging me out yesterday so that he can pour his relationship sorrows onto me and in the end getting himself dead drunk that I had to let him bunk in my apartment. But why did Syuu left, what made him leave after all he did to get to America and to my apartment.
Wait…..it can't be….did he thought that I had moved on and was dating Kevin who was straight as a whatever. No, he can't be that dense can he, wait maybe he can but…….Arggghhhh I can't believe it. After all this years when we could have finally met….
"I'm going to kill Kevin….." I cursed heading up to my apartment again since Syuu was nowhere to be found when I got down.
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A/Ns: Nothing really angsty this time really….I know I know it's the typical "I knew it" plot but hell they needed some obstacles. Except it really isn't that big an ob. There are three different POVs this time but Ryoma's character was kinda off…he felt like Shinji…..but so was Fuji crying and rushing out and all. But I feel after so many years of not seeing your loved one, and the one who opened the door was a guy in boxers my two reaction choice was maybe (1) Leave and (2) Kill him. (I'm a (2) person…lol)
Anyway, reviews and constructive flames are welcome. Anything that will make my stories better are welcome.