The Obsessed Romance
By darkwings09
Disclaimer: I do not, and never will, own Prince of Tennis. But hey, it's not really bad to give an exquisite twist on the plot. XD
Author's twaddle blabbering before proceeding:
Gomen for the late update, minna-san. My tolerance didn't increase in a way, somehow. And school's just there, around the corner. So, please understand this tactful situation. Ah well, let's carry on.
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Isolation
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Things weren't supposed to happen this way. Ryoma knew this, but he couldn't even dare to move an inch. The sheer stupidity of it all. Goosebumps and such enveloped his entity, encaging him in an indifferent way. As he watched the palm of the ghost at work, he finds himself-no, themselves, in a ridiculous situation. So there he is, sitting motionless on the hard cold floor, his eyes trailing the faint glow that merges with his companion.
After a few agonizing seconds of patience, her eyes faltered a bit, then grew wide.
"A-Anou… where are we…?" Sakuno stammered as she woke up, having finally gaining the conscience. He stared at her surprised expression, earning a flushed face.
What he didn't saw… was the grimace plastered on the ghost's pale face.
Before he knew it, his body didn't obey his orders of 'Come on'. He motioned his hand to move, and urged his arm to flinch from the force that prevented him to do so. What is this? A spell or another case of magic stuffs? He can almost feel a chain binding him.
His eyes diverted from his hand to where Sakuno was. She barely moved, and her auburn eyes were as broad as the size of saucers. She hadn't moved an inch since her awakening. She froze, but beads of sweat ran down to her flushed cheek, which was quite puzzling because of the cold humid atmosphere.
He tried to open his mouth, just to say a mere word. But nothing came out. Now he is really really baffled. But- as cool and collected as he was known for, he kept his crisp silence, and tried to think of a plan to escape this insanity and send a death glare forward to the cause.
A tiny moan of despair fled away from her mouth.
''Since both of you came in the right place and the right time… welcome"Vision blurred as the ghoul mentioned this. Hazy Vision. He blamed it all on the hazy vision. He tried to reach out and use his remaining strength to shake her, intending to escape her from the soon-to-be hallucination. But he can do nothing more but to surrender. And the same applies to her.
Before both of them can react, everything went pitch-black.
Arousing from what seems to be a minute of deep slumber, Sakuno instinctively glanced sideways, but the darkness prevented her from sighting things. Only one question popped in her mind…
Where is she?
A few moments later, memories came flying to her mind. Fallen unconscious. Caught. Can't move an inch. Had fallen for the hallucination prepared by the ghost. Then back to where she was now, in the oblivion, where everything shies away from her range.
Mustering all the courage she could, she called for his name.
"Ryoma-kun…?"
No response came. There were no echoes, footsteps and even little movements. Nothing. Her heart almost skipped a beat. Her environment feels like a baloney right now. It just doesn't feel right, in any rate.
How ruthless can it be- to discover a helpless creature amidst the darkness?
She clutched on her skirt. Then did not bother to move. She was trembling, and she knows that. But what really bothered her was the fact that she can't find her companion, which almost became a sudden twist of fate.
Her strength was deteriorating. She can feel it. Something's draining her energy.
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Meanwhile, after taking a short moment to pause and think of absolutely nothing, Ryoma vigilantly stood up, without even taking note of his new surroundings.
Wait-
Someone's missing.
His hands quivered, and he doesn't know why. He sensed something wrong. It just doesn't feel right. Aside from his present dilemma, Ryuzaki's currently missing, too.
Just then, the glaring effulgence flashed from behind. A bead of sweat rolled down to his cheeks, he felt a rather odd feeling again. Then- the feeling of what? The feeling of being alone in this cold, unchanging place? That can't be. Plainly because he is used to this. Being lonely is his expertise, in some minimal way.
The glare brightened. He shielded his eyes with his arm, but all in vain.
Hordes of flashbacks appeared right in front of him. He stared in awe, utterly awestruck of the sight. There were millions of it, those memories of what seemed to be the latter's good memoirs, followed by the grief and longing the distant couple had felt when they separated.
"R-Ryoma-kun…"
His ears were attuned as ever. He was always a good listener; he knew this. His head yanked to the feminine voice's direction, but only met the empty space instead. That's it. He had to admit. His sympathy for her being grows stronger and deeper each minute that passes by.
"R…Ryoma…-kun…"
Her voice was fully captured by the huge nothingness, fading away in a manner. He took a step forward, oh-so-expressionless, and then ceased his steps. Another footstep was heard. This time, he was sure that this is hers.
"Ryuzaki…"
He earned another soft whimper. But how could he identify it? Amidst the dimness? No way. But with his great reflexes he was known for? Perhaps, it could be of a little help. Since it was as if his vigor was fading away slowly, but surely.
Struggling with the darkness insures, she reached out automatically, knowing that he is in there, waiting. Nothing. She sensed nothing but cold air. No- she can't give up now. Not yet.
She reached out once again, hoping for even the slightest serendipity to locate and sense him. He did the same, although recklessly due to his stubbornness, but with anticipation in their minds.
And just then, a skin contact between them happened.
She quickly withdrew her hand, her auburn eyes widening, her whole entity feels like burning. She blushed a full ten beets of red, but felt terrified at the same time. All of a sudden, she heard familiar voices somewhere out there…
Ryoma's brows twitched. What time is it? Oh yeah- time for indulging in Inui-senpai's out-of-this world experiments. Heck, he gleefully repeats: Those juices are damn sickening.
'Anou…'There it goes again. That proverbial voice. It sounded just like her.
'… Yuki-kun…'
What the hell-? YUKI-KUN?!
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To be Continued
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Okay… So… I hope you like this… (And yes, I'm kinda a cliffie, thanks for noticing –smiles- [LOL XD) I'll try to update as soon as I can! But, on the dark side, My exams are just around the corner, lurking in the shadows…
Well the, ja ne, minna-san!
Darkwings09