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A King's Nostalgic Love

It wasn't late, but he felt as if it were very late. He walked fast looking around. Why were things so difficult? He wasn't even the vice-captain, but having to take charge of things made him feel as it. Well, someone had to take responsibility of things, and since his dear captain was so not as himself he was the one that had to take control of things. Why did he have to be like that? He didn't like doing so many things, it wasn't fun. He loved just watching others do the hard stuff and enjoy doing the least he could. Not that he wasn't responsible, or capable, but he thought it was much more fun that way. From that day he had to act quickly and take charge.

What a confusing situation. He knew things were always like that, it had always been a game between them, nothing serious, he was used to things being that way. So, one guy comes along and things change. He didn't like that. He was okay with the new guy, he knew him too and also thought he was quite cute, but still…His captain and him had always had that fun game relation and they'd go to the other when they felt like it. No feeling attachment, just simple and safe fun. He had always thought so, it was always like that, until they started dating. Unlike other times his captain was more serious about the new guy, he even stopped visiting him. Heck, he didn't believe it when he told him they'd move in together into a little house and that he had everything ready. He had problems with in his relationship as well, but he wouldn't go to him because his captain had another lover. Was he jealous? Perhaps, he didn't like the idea of not having his partner because he was busy with his boyfriend. What was that supposed to mean? That he was nothing to him? So, was he jealous? He certainly didn't like it. He didn't like the situation.

He was glad they broke up, he really was. He wanted that, he needed that. But it turned out worse than before. Now, his captain was like a wandering soul, with his body in earth and his mind lost somewhere in space. At least before they could sit down and talk as friends, but now they couldn't get a normal conversation started. Such a stupid guy. Being like that over some kid.

It was all wrong. He knew it was bad. He shouldn't have gone to him that day, he shouldn't have forced himself on him like that. But he was desperate, he really need it. So, he really was jealous. His own relationship was falling apart because he wasn't doing what he had to do. He loved his boy, but he was the playful type, he thought his loved one was too, he was wrong, even the naughty and cheerful type he was he was very serious about their relationship. He tried to be that way too, but he found out about another guy hitting on his boy. He didn't care about all the others who had tried hitting on him, he knew he was his and there was no other in his heart.

He was wrong.

It seemed as if lately all his decisions where wrong, and he kept reading sings the wrong way round. He was losing his loved one to one of his teammates, one of his friends. It was that very day he found them in the changing room, together, loving each other. He didn't let himself be seen, but he felt he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. He felt his heart fall into pieces.

Stupid love…

He stopped and ran over to a guy who was sitting on a bench staring at the ground. He stood next to him and looked down at him.

"At last! I've been looking all over for you."

"You didn't have to do it. I already told the coach I won't be going to training. I'll be doing training on my own."

"Yes, I've been informed. I'm the one replacing you. I'm not even vice-captain but I still have to cover up for you."

"You can just let somebody else do it."

"Just like you are doing? Look at yourself! Do you call this training? It looks more like you've been ran over by a train. Come on get up."

"Just leave me alone"

"I've been doing that for the whole week and look what good it's done to you. So get up."

"Just…go. Please"

He sighed and stood there looking at him. Was this really the same captain he admired and respected? Was this really his friend? He seemed so different, like if life had been sucked out of him. So much not like him. He didn't always agree with him but he followed him, he'd followed him anywhere. But not the person he had in front of him that moment. It was hard for him to believe that one guy could have changed his friend so much. He really felt sorry for him, and he felt terribly guilty of what had happened that day. He sat next to him and patted his back.

"He hasn't answered any of your calls or messages?"

"Not one. I call him every day. I send him messages and I've tried going both to his school and to his house. It's no use. No use at all."

"Have you tried talking to one of his friends?"

"They all hate me. They just tell me to keep away and to leave him alone. Tezuka said he'd try to talk to him but considering how he's been lately it would be hard."

"And his family?"

"They just say they'll take the message and tell him that I called. I don't think they don't tell him, most probably he doesn't want to see me or talk to me."

"Why don't you go home, take a bath, put on some comfortable clothes and go to sleep. I think it'd do you good. I know you haven't eaten well lately and must likely you haven't slept well either, have you? Kabaji is very worried about you. All the team is worried about you. I'm really worried about you."

"I'm sorry for making you all worry. But you don't have to…"

"We do because we care about you. Just try doing it today. For me, please."

"…Alright. I'll go home and try to sleep."

"Good. I'll be taking care of things for you, so don't worry about it. Yes?"

"Thank you Yuushi."

"It's what friends do, right? Don't thank me."

"I'm sorry…"

"Stop apologizing. I'm the one who needs to apologize."

"Don't. I'll see you tomorrow…"

"Aah…bye!"

He saw him stand up slowly and walk away. He had apologized to him a thousand times before. He knew that wouldn't solve anything, yet he kept apologizing. He knew well it had been his fault. He stood up and began walking home. He saw the sky, it was cloudy, it would probably rain again; just like it had done that day.

It was funny, he thought to himself, how the moment he felt he needed to cry the sky clouded and before he could do anything it was raining. He didn't cry, his pride wouldn't let him cry for something like that, yet he felt like crying. Without thinking he had gone over to his new house. He knocked the door and there he was; the person he needed. He didn't walk about the incident in the changing room, he acted as if everything was okay. They were alone in the house and as he was told the other would arrive until later since he had gone out to eat with his friends. He took the chance without thinking if it was right or wrong. He got scolded and even received a punch right to his face for it. The punch made him lose his glasses; not that he needed them but it was quite a blow. He ignored it and kept pushing, forcing himself on him. Even when he was asking him to stop and kept pushing him away he felt a part of him wanted to let go and just enjoy. When he finally got him to give in he lost control and just let his instincts do what he wanted to do. It all happened to fast. Because it was right then, when he was allowed to take what he felt was rightfully his, that his rival returned home and things went wrong…

He was home. He entered his room and sat on the bed. He looked in a drawer for a red book. When he found it he searched for a number he knew was somewhere in there. He grabbed the phone and dialed a number as he watched a picture of them together. He didn't want to accept that all the playing around had made him dependant of him, that he didn't just want him as a friend but that he had always wanted him for himself. He loved him, and it was that love that was making him suffer. He said it, didn't he? He said he'd take care of things for him. It was the least he could do after taking what he most loved away from him. All he really wanted was to be held tightly and to hear him tell him how much he loved him…

"Hello? Oishi Shuichirou? This is Oshitari Yuushi from Hyotei. Sorry for calling you so late but I need to talk to you about something important…"

..the love he longed for was not for him…