Pairing: Fuji x Atobe
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me
Part: 2/?
Warning: Few background facts regarding the characters have been altered
A.N: I was in the middle of studying and I just need a break so badly so I updated. Ugh, it is kind of sloppy but next chapter will be longer and better organized. Yes, Fuji is the seme because the image of Atobe being the damsel in distress cracks me up.
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Color
What could a 9 year old boy do to me?
Apparently a 9 year old boy can do a lot more than I had imagined especially if that boy's named was Fuji Shusuke. I had never felt so trap before. Everywhere I turned I could feel a pair of eyes glaring at me. This was the first time that I am experiencing such uneasiness since I lost my eyesight. No, the truth is I am feeling overwhelm.
Overwhelm by Fuji's presences.
It is quite ironic that I am staying in a mansion with dozens of rooms and yet Fuji seemed to be everywhere.
"Morning Atobe-kun."
"Morning Fuji-kun."
I gave up. I am starting to think that Fuji had secretly put a GPS tracker on me because there is no way that it is a coincidence that I am always running into him.
"Can I ask you a question Atobe-kun?"
"Ok."
"What do you do for fun around here?"
"I never really thought of doing things for fun."
"The first time I saw this place I was amazed by how beautiful it is."
"Really? What is so beautiful about this place?"
What could be beautiful about a cage?
"Well, let's go for a walk Atobe-kun."
"It seemed bit strange that the visitor is giving the owner a tour of his own place."
"I can be your eyes for the time being Atobe-kun."
"Fuji-kun?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you call me Keigo instead of Atobe-kun? It is nothing really but Atobe is my father and I am not like my father."
"I get it, but only if you call me Shusuke instead of Fuji-kun."
"It is a deal."
Maybe the next few weeks won't be as dreadful as I thought.
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For the next few days Shusuke would always come and take me to the beach. Shusuke seemed shock that I had never step a foot on the beach even thought it was literally across from the mansion. I didn't want to tell him that I don't see the point of stepping outside of the wall that I had carefully put up around me for years.
The first time I step on the sandy beach I remember the sand in between my toes. It was strange but gradually I started to like the sensation.
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"Shusuke, what color is the ocean?"
"Blue."
"Blue?"
"Have you ever had a dream before Keigo?"
"Probably."
"The color of the ocean is the same color you feel when you are having a good dream."
Color of my dream? I guess that mean happiness is best express in blue.
"The sky is blue too, but not as blue as the ocean."
"Why? Does that mean the sky isn't as happy as the ocean?"
It was a rhetorical question, but Shusuke managed to shock me again with his unusual answer.
"No, because there are a lot of white marshmallows up there."
"Marshmallows?"
"Yep, the fluffy clouds look just like white marshmallows, especially when you are hungry."
I could hear Shusuke laughing and I couldn't help but laugh out loud with him. Somehow, Shusuke managed to drag another new emotion out of me.
Should I be scared? No, because I am having too much fun.
For years, I had gradually put up a brick wall around me as a barrier from the outside world and each day Shusuke is taking down one brick.
One by one, I can feel my resistance growing weaker and soon I start to anticipate morning. Every morning, Shusuke would come at the same time and said "Morning Keigo" in the most soothing voice I had ever heard. After years of feeling indifferent, I can finally tell the difference because night and day.
Then there was this new sport that Shusuke introduce to me. A sport called tennis.
Yes, a few weeks ago, tennis was just another sport that I couldn't care less about but now I am bit intrigue by the sport. Shusuke told me that he had won few trophies in tennis but knowing Shusuke it is probably more than few.
The winner is the one who managed to get one more ball landed on the other court. The logic seemed simple enough. I wonder if I will be able to beat Shusuke if I learned how to play tennis.
A game played with a racket and a small bouncy ball. According to Shusuke's description, it was a yellow ball that resembles a lemon except it is rounder. I am starting to think that Shusuke have a weird preference in food. That day when we walk back to the mansion Shusuke promised me that one day he will take me to a professional tennis game.
One day.
TBC ...