Fandom – The Prince of Tennis

Theme – 002 Love

Character – Takashi Kawamura & Jin Akutsu

Words – 1153

Warning – None

He looked again at the blank, white sheet that was in front of him. He had been looking at the ceiling of his room since he had sat on the floor, ready to start with his homework.

Write a five hundred words redaction about love. Not a friend love or a family love, real love.

Those were the teacher last words before he went out of the class. The girls were jumping around the tables, shouting the exiting that was write about that great feeling, that were their exact words. The boys, by the other hand, were looking at his feet, with his hands on the pockets, mumbling something about the stupid that love was. He, instead lamenting like his classmates were doing, started to pick up his books without thinking about it.

Five hundred words. It was like a punishment to him. How was he gonna write five hundred words about something he didn't know? He couldn't write two, though. But he had to do it or the marks he had in his test wouldn't serve him to pass. Why hadn't he studied when he had the opportunity?

He sighed and then he stared at the sheet again. So, what was the subject? Oh, yeah. Love. Real love, exactly. But that didn't exist at all. Love was just chemical changes that happen when your hormones get thrilled.

Number of words not enough, it seemed.

Definitely, he needed foreign aid and he knew where to find it. He got up from the floor and walked to his sister room. Luckily she wasn't there so he could look for that with complete freedom. He ducked his body a little to search in the shelves his salvation, hoping his sister didn't mind for his little theft.

A smile crossed his face when he found her videotapes and shojo mangas collection. All pinky and flowery but he needed so, taking a deep breath, he pick some books and two tapes before returning to his own room. The perfect crime until she came back home, of course.

After two hours of uninterrupted reading, the only thing that came to his mind was that his sister had a fetish with girls and boys with ears and cat tails. At least he knew something new, just girly boys cry for girl crap. And he wasn't talking of him.

It was the moment to start with the movie. He chose one of them without thinking too much. He hoped it wasn't bored or he was gonna kill himself before doing his homework.

When he had been watching the movie for half an hour, finding himself wanting to know more about the love story between the main characters, the door opened and a slim, tall figure entered to the room. He didn't notice it because he was too occupied trying not to smile like an idiot; this movie was sweet enough to cause tooth decay. And it had action too so it wasn't only about love and happiness.

"Are you really watching that?" The figure pointed at the TV as he asked, raising an eyebrow, unbelieving what his eyes were seeing.

Kawamura turned his head around, stopping when it couldn't move any further. He didn't expect seeing Akutsu in his room. Better said, he didn't expect seeing him. Yet, he smiled at him, stopped the tape and sat himself on the cushions.

"I have to do it," then he pointed at the paper on the table. "It's homework," evil and twisted homework.

With a quick glance, he read the line it was wrote at the top. He put the same face that his classmates, making his smile grew; even it seemed disgusting for him just to read it.

"Dude, my condolences," he stared at the TV again. He didn't understand why he was watching a corny love movie instead doing the redaction. "Aren't you supposed to been writing?"

"Yeah but I don't know what I can write about it," he scratches his head back; his cheeks were a bit blushed of shame. There, he wasn't that girly after all.

"I thought you lived in Loveland, with all that strawberry lollipops, marshmallow clouds, candy rain and pinky, little flying horses," Akutsu laughed, resting his back on the wall and crossing his arms on his chest. He enjoyed messing with him; he was just cute when he got angry.

Kawamura looked at him a bit hurt but he forced a smile. He was used to those kinds of things, boys could be bad enough, so it didn't matter heard them another time.

"I live right here, between four walls, the ceiling and the floor," he extended his arms to show him his world. "I don't know where Loveland is but I'm sure I don't want to know it neither." For some reason, Akutsu was expecting another response to his offence.

He moved his eyes around the room, seeing the karate kimono hanging at the side and a few cushions in a corner, like always. So what with that answer?

"Are you the same who told me years ago to make love and not war?" Not exactly with those words, they were just ten when that happened so none of them could say that knowing what really means.

"That was, as you say, years ago," he closed his eyes and sighed. Then he opened again and stared at him, "you know it's hard to stay like a child when you aren't one anymore." He missed those days, when he had fun with every stone he found on his way home and his sexuality didn't interpose between him and his feelings. "Love is difficult to find when you don't know which side it's the best to start searching."

Instead of thinking about what just said his old friend, Akutsu looked at him eye to eye.

"Write it down," he fingered the paper with a slow move of his right hand. "That's what you must write, not about some fancy love you can find at those," then he pointed at the TV and the books around him, "creepy things."

Now he thought about it, he could write about his love life or, better said, his poor love live. It was real and it was love. What more would want his teacher?

"Maybe it's fancy," he smiled at him, "but it's not creepy." He wanted to thank him for the help but he didn't feel like doing it.

That's what friends are for, isn't it?

"Wanna see it with me? It had fights and blood too." He knew how to persuade him to get what he wanted.

"Only if you don't end crying like a girl," he had forgotten about why he was there, but they seemed not to care.

At the end of the movie, both of them were swallowing his tears not wanting the other to see them.

Sensitive boys are just lovely, aren't they?