Grass is for cows
By: Jyra
Disclaimer: Do not own Prince of Tennis. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this. Instead I'd be laughing about how I've created one of the best mangas in the world…
And this one is for Wimbledon. Did anyone watch the match yesterday? I watched I all so it took up most of the day! How fantastic was it though?? Anyway, I'm at summer school starting tomorrow so not sure how much time I'll have to write. Next update might be for The US Opens!
Pillar pair.
It's Monday morning and somewhere in a London apartment a boy lies curled up in a crumpled duvet upon a king size bed.
The curtains aren't drawn and sunlight streams through into the airy room. Next to the boy is an old cat. The cat stretches and the boy's eyelids flutter as the cat rearranges herself but he doesn't wake. Instead, the 19 year old mumbles something inaudible and rolls over, nearly squishing the cat in the process.
From the en suite, the sound of a shower can be heard and the alarm clock aluminates the time- 10am. All is prefect- in short it is the perfect morning after.
'Ryoma'
Tezuka gently shook the younger boy's shoulders. However, Ryoma didn't stir. Tezuka sighed quietly to himself. He had been up since 6am. A quick jog, email to his manager informing her of his decision to take a couple of days off and then a shower. Now fully dressed, he sat next to the younger boy, stroking his hair. Ryoma was always like this after a big tournament and yesterday had been the biggest.
They had both entered the doubles and the singles category of Wimbledon, both hoping for at least one title. Of course the men's singles draws had put then on opposite sides, leading to the inevitable clash in the final. Not that Tezuka minded. The best finals were the ones he played against Ryoma. It wasn't that the other players weren't up to his standard, there were. There was just something thrilling about playing your lover on centre court in front of thousands of strangers.
The doubles finale on Saturday had gone well. It had been an easier match than both of them expected and then had won in 3 hours, only dropping one set in the tie break. It had been brilliant to stand out there next to Ryoma, holding the trophy and knowing they had won because they played together, because they believed in each other, because they were a team. Just like in the old days. All their friends and old rivals had been there to watch, including Atobe who was now officially their sponsor (Ryoma had taken quite a lot of persuading to agree to that…) and the Golden pair.
Kikumaru hadn't changed a bit and proceeded to inform Ryoma after the match that if he and Oishi had been fit to play, they never would have won the title. Ryoma had just smirked and all their former team-mates knew that was a challenge for the US Opens doubles title. But however confident Ryoma was, Tezuka had a bad feeling that Kikumaru may have been correct, He and Ryoma were predominantly singles players and up against a dedicated doubles team, they might find themselves cracking.
Of course the singles had been more of a challenge. It always was when they played each other. Over the years, their skill level had become almost identical, although they play style wasn't. Yesterday's crowd had anticipated a drawn out match packed with awe inspiring tennis and they hadn't been disappointed. These were two young men at the top of their game. The outcome had come down to the last point, with both fighting tooth and nail to take home the championship, Ryoma for the second year running and Tezuka for the first time.
Tezuka was jolted out of his thoughts of yesterday by Ryoma stirring next to him. The younger boy sleepily opened one eyes and started up at Tezuka before reaching out and puling Tezuka down to join him on the bed.
'Ryoma, it's already 10.30'
'Don't care'
Was the only answer Tezuka received as Ryoma wrapped his body around him and snuggled into his chest, intent on falling back asleep.
'Ryoma?'
Tezuka asked. Ryoma turned his head slightly and opened one eye to indicate he was listening.
'Ryoma, aren't you upset at losing yesterday?'
Ryoma's smirk might have been more effective, Tezuka told himself, if said boy wasn't draped across him.
'Che, buchou, grass is for cows…'
Ad Tezuka really didn't need to remind Ryoma that if grass was for cows, then Ryoma had been one since last year…
Anyway, hope that one is ok. Any I'll see you all for the US Opens!