It was a nice day, with clouds like puffs of tasty marshmallows drifting lazily about. The water all around ran in small swirls of turquoise and deep royal blue while fish from all spectrums of the rainbow danced happily in respect. Sunlight glistened off the waves, blinding any onlookers brave enough to stare directly into them. Then there was poor Ryoma who had come down with an annoying cold that stuck to him as viciously as the pack of fervid fan girls surrounding the tennis courts day and night. He wondered if they ever slept. Probably not, he finally decided.
As if that wasn't bad enough, his head felt warmer than usual, sprouting symptoms of vivid illusions that were just as persistent as the cold itself was. Ryoma felt as if his head was stuck permanently on repeat, while the unrelenting images continued to plague his consciousness. However this cold was different from the ones he usually had, Ryoma concluded. The coughing fits often accompanied by scattered intervals of sneezing were nowhere to be seen. Ryoma felt his head again, and was once more greeted by the telltale signs of feverish heat that confirmed his previous suspicions.
A slight movement to the right of Ryoma interrupted his scattered reverie as the scent of cherry blossoms greeted him. It was perfect timing, seeing as the source of his currently troubled state now settled beside him. Maybe if he observed the figure next to him long enough he could figure out what was happening to him. To his dismay, Ryoma noted in between stolen glances, that his heated state began to worsen. Brunette locks brushed by his arm in soft caresses, working with the sweet scent as it compelled his senses. He began to perspire slightly while something rattled his insides, like a bunch of wound up butterflies.
What did they call this feeling? A part of his mind whispered it was his nerves, but Ryoma couldn't quite believe it, seeing as the feeling was different from when he was playing his tennis matches. He had always felt a sort of anticipation mixed with a touch of anxiety before even the most important of matches. Perhaps he had never known what it felt like to be nervous after all. His smug personality certainly suggested the fact. Nevertheless, this new feeling completely overwhelmed him as the prince of tennis, for the first time, felt out of control. It was not a sensation he particularly liked.
Ryoma was starting to feel slightly sluggish as he became more and more aware of the rhythmic swaying of the boat slowly lulling him to slumber. A new urge began to drown out his other thoughts, as he found his head leaning to the side, until it was supported by the figure to his right. He felt strangely warm and content, the previous uneasiness forgotten. Even in his drowsy state Ryoma could notice that his fever had stopped, along with the illusions that had flooded his mind incessantly. One thought registered itself in his mind right before he nodded off.
"This strange sickness stops when I'm with her."
Ryoma decided then that he should touch Sakuno more often. Besides, the thought of using her as his medicine didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.
Yes it's been done before I know xP but I blame it on the cruise, its too nice outside and I had to write something like this! Anyways stick around for more cause the next update will be in Sakuno's POV. Please Review!