It's Not All About Tennis
15. Haunted
"Looks like illusions are just illusions after all."
Blue eyes opened for a split second and fear coursed through.
No.
My illusions are all I have! I won't let you take them!
I could be any of you that I wanted! I'm better then you!
I am! I am!
Niou sat up, gasping for air. His hands gripped at the blanket covering his body as his aqua foam eyes glanced around the dark room.
Slowly, his eyes adjusted and he was able to make out the form of his teammates scattered around the room. Akaya was on the floor stomach-down and hugging his pillow with Sanada and Yukimura on either side of him, both turned on their side Jackal was on the loveseat – his long legs hanging off the end and his right arm hanging down, lighting brushing Yagyuu's shoulder as the golfer slept on the floor directly in front of the love seat. Yanagi was lying straight on the couch opposite the one Niou laid on.
"'Haru?" a soft voice questioned. Niou turned his head down to find Marui's pinkish looking up at him from where he was lying directly in front of Niou. "Is everything okay?"
Niou was silent for a minute before he laid back down, wrapping his arms around Marui's slim body, and mumbled, "It was just a bad dream. Let's go back to sleep."
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E/n: Did I just imply Jackal/Yagyuu?
Yes. Yes I did.