Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Bad Day ❯ Bad Day ( Chapter 4 )
Fuji and Ryoma sat at the burger place watching the people go by. Fuji had suggested doing this because this was around the same place and day as the last time when Echizen had noticed the guy in the crowd that smelled familiar. Fuji had told Echizen his theory about the guy, and Ryoma had agreed to it being possible. So there they were staring out the window hoping to catch a glimpse of the same guy as before but not quite sure what to do then.
"Echizen, it's all up to you to identify this person. Unfortunately, I didn't get a look at him. I was focused on what you were doing."
"Yes."
Echizen continued looking intently out the window of the burger place searching the sea of faces for the one he believed was the one who had molested him. It was getting later and later, and yet, not a hide nor hair had been seen of the guy.
"Echizen . . .maybe we should try again tomorr- -"
"No." Ryoma said firmly cutting Fuji off.
Fuji looked at Ryoma a bit startled. He didn't think Ryoma was this determined to stay and find the guy. Fuji was beginning to regret bringing Ryoma out like this. Echizen seemed to still be too disturbed to deal with the situation. Fuji was going to have to be on his toes lest Ryoma tried anything if and when they find their mystery guy.
Ryoma then suddenly straightened up, and his eyes grew wider. That was he, the guy from the burger place. He had told Ryoma about a new store that carried the grip tape he liked, but why him? How could he have been the one to do such a vile thing to him? He looked to be at least five feet ten inches tall, one hundred eighty pounds, red hair and crimson eyes. The dude was wearing what looked to be in a blue jump suit with the front opened enough to see a white t-shirt underneath.
Ryoma came to his senses and stood up as fast as his legs would let him, which is fast since he's an athlete. As soon as Echizen was up and moving, Fuji leapt up and grabbed Echizen's shoulder pulling him back. Echizen struggled valiantly but to no avail. Fuji was stronger and overpowered Ryoma and dragged him down the street. When they had reached a park that was uninhabited, Fuji let Ryoma go, and he doubled over breathing hard from the struggle.
"What the HELL are you doing?!? He was right there!" Echizen said quite pissed.
"I know. That's why I pulled you away." Fuji said no longer wearing his `mask.'
". . ." Echizen was too angry to reply.
"I have another idea. It isn't really safe, but I believe we can pull it off."
This had Ryoma interested enough to calm down and be able to regain his regular breathing rate. Echizen took a seat on the swings that were near by and looked Fuji in the eyes.
"I'll do whatever it takes."
". . . . . .All right here it is."
Same day next week.
Ryoma was walking home from the burger place later than usual, not really paying attention to his surroundings as usual. It was hard getting Momo to go home without him, but he needed to be alone. He had too much on his mind to be bothered by Momo's ranting, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was either being followed or watched; but he kept going as usual.
"Hey!"
Echizen looked up the sidewalk to whomever it was who was shouting. It was he, the guy who had raped him. Ryoma kept walking towards him. He didn't know that Ryoma knew, so he had to play it cool or the dude would get suspicious, and then who knows how he would react to that. Ryoma's heart was hammering but didn't show it on his face. His visage looked as calm as ever.
"What are you doing, Echizen?" the guy asked.
". . . .What was your name?"
"C'mon, you still can't remember that? It's Akito, okay. You got it?"
"Yes."
"So, what are you up to?"
"I'm going home."
"Do your parents expect you home soon?"
". . ."
"I'll take that as a no. You want to go some where?"
". . ."
"C'mon Echizen," Akito whined, "let's go do something. I'm bored."
Echizen wasn't quite sure of what to do. He stayed quiet again, but this seemed to piss Akito off. Akito's friendly demeanor suddenly turned tense, and he no longer looked at Echizen with smiling eyes but cold fierce ones. Ryoma wasn't expecting that and took an involuntary step back. Akito took a step to the right and forward forcing Echizen to move to the right and back.
Before Echizen noticed he was backed in to the alley he was first taken from, Echizen really started to panic as memories came flying back to him. Now that they were in the alley again, Akito had pulled out the rag doused in some chemical that would put him to sleep. Akito attacked, lunging for Echizen, who was now rooted to the spot. Nothing had ever scared Ryoma this much before, but the pain and torture that followed was more than Echizen could handle again. Unexpectedly, someone jumped in front of Ryoma and pushed him back. Ryoma stumbled a bit and fell onto his butt; his arms were back to keep him from hitting his head on the ground. The figure that had moved in front of Echizen slumped onto the ground.
Echizen was suddenly up on his feet reaching in his tennis bag that was on the ground next to him, seemingly forgotten until then and pulled out his racquet. Ryoma, then, brought it back as he advanced on Akito. Once Ryoma had come within striking range, he did just that. He swung as hard as he could at Akito. THUNK Ryoma had connected with Akito's head. Akito slumped down next to Ryoma's rescuer unconscious. Echizen dropped the racquet and fell to his knees next to his savior, and looked into his face. He owed Fuji big time for this.
Fuji's eyes slowly opened and took in his surroundings. He was in a hospital bed in a white room. As he continued to look around, his eyes fell on a lone figure sitting in a chair on his right, next to him.
"You all right Fuji-senpai?" Ryoma asked genuinely concerned for Fuji.
"Yes, thank you." Fuji said with his usual `mask' on. "What happened to Akito?"
"The doctor says he has amnesia and most likely won't ever recover from it."
"You did quite the number on him, I take it, then."
"Yes."
"Just what did you do?"
"I hit him with my racquet."
"Really?" Fuji said sounding intrigued.
"What took you so long? You could have avoided all that if you had gotten there sooner."
"Yes, well it was dark in the alley, and I wasn't sure if it was you or not until Akito had advanced on you. I got there as fast as I could."
". . ."
"You seem to be all right though."
Tears started rolling down Ryoma's cheeks as he tried to hold them back, but it was no use. Fuji's eyes opened, and his ever-present smile faded into a slight frown.
"Echizen, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Ryoma shook his head negatively as he lowered it trying to hide his streaming tears. Fuji sat up and pulled Ryoma into his lap and wrapped his arms around his kohai.
"I . . .I . . .was . . ."
"You were scared, weren't you?"
Echizen shook his head yes.
"I was wondering about that. I'm sorry, Echizen."
Ryoma shook his head no again and buried himself deeper in Fuji's embrace until he had fallen asleep in Fuji's lap. Fuji slowly and gently lowered himself and Ryoma until they were prostrate. Ryoma in Fuji's warm embrace for what seemed like forever.
When Ryoma woke up, he was pleasantly warm, and for some reason he felt safe. Echizen was enjoying this so much that he refused to open his eyes and spoil the moment. However, all things must come to an end.
"Echizen . . .Echizen . . .Ryoma-kun."
Ryoma's eyes shot open and looked up in a flash of deep forest green into beautiful azure orbs.
"Ah, I thought that would do it," Fuji smiled a genuine smile that reached his eyes.
Echizen was mesmerized. He had never seen Fuji smile like that ever and doubted he could until that moment. When had Fuji become so . . . .so, well, handsome. Ryoma's heart had jumped into his throat and was beating madly. However, Echizen betrayed none of this with his eyes or actions. The room fell deafeningly quiet, and Ryoma felt that he had to fill it.
"Fuji-senpai."
"Hhmmn?"
". . ."
Fuji brought his face down to Ryoma's until Ryoma gave a slight shiver, and Fuji lightly brushed his lips over Ryoma's.
"Are you all right now?"
"Yes," Ryoma says a bit breathy.
"That's good. I'm glad. What do you say we get me checked out of here?"
"Yes."
Echizen was relieved that the silence was over and felt better. Fuji noticed this and was already planning something for Echizen. After Fuji had changed, they set out to go home. When they had reached Fuji's house, Fuji invited Ryoma up, and he accepted.
Now in Fuji's room, Ryoma sat on Fuji's bed looking at the cacti, then looking past them out the window they were sitting on. Fuji was getting snacks at the moment. Fuji's room was basically how he'd thought it would be; a simple desk in front of the window that was on the opposite side of the room as the door, a bookshelf to the left and a twin bed against the right wall and a closet next to the door. There were some posters but only a few, and they, of course, were of tennis and other mysterious photographs.
When Fuji returned, he had brought tea and snacks. Fuji walked over to his desk and set the tray down. Syusuke then poured the tea and handed it to Ryoma, who took it and moved closer to the desk, so he could reach the sacks. As Ryoma took a sip of his tea, Fuji began his game with Echizen.
"Echizen, do have someone you love?" Fuji asked `innocently' still smiling as sweetly as ever.
"Fuji-senpai?" Ryoma sputtered after nearly choking to death on his tea at the seemingly out of nowhere question.
"I said, `Do you have someone you love?'" Fuji was all too happy to say again for his poor kouhai.
"Yes," Ryoma said mater of fact.
"More than anyone else?" Syusuke asked sweetly.
". . ."
"Hhhmmmm? Should I take that as a yes?" Fuji inquired.
". . .Yes." Ryoma said almost too silently to hear.
"Hhmmm? What was that? I'm afraid I couldn't hear you." Syusuke teased.
"Yes," Ryoma replied staring sharp objects at Fuji, now aware that Fuji was playing with him.
"May I ask who this person is?"
"Yes. You can."
This had caught Fuji by surprise a bit. He was expecting a fight to the end and not the so readily answered yes.
"Who is this person whom you cherish so much?"
"Why ask a question to which you already know the answer?" Ryoma said with a smirk.
"I prefer hearing the answer from the person's lips myself."
"You would?"
"So? Are you going to say it or should I continue to drag it out of you? It doesn't matter to me I'll have fun either way." Fuji said quite pleased at the way things were working out.
Echizen said softly, ". . .I . . .love . . .you, Fuji-senpai, but you really are a bastard," Ryoma smirked blushing and pulling his cap down all at once feeling quite awkward.
Fuji cupped Echizen's chin lifting it so they were facing eye to eye, and he said, "I love you, too, Echizen, but you really are a brat."
Fuji then lowered his lips to Ryoma's and kissed him sweetly before pulling away and looking deeply into Ryoma's eyes. Fuji looked ethereal in the setting sun Ryoma was mesmerized. Fuji looked like an angel. Ryoma leaned over to Fuji and took the initiative this time and kissed Fuji. When Fuji swept his tongue across Echizen's bottom lip, he allowed Syusuke access to deepen the kiss.
Epilogue
As time went on, Fuji started to rub off on Echizen and Echizen took up being sadistic. He found it was quite enjoyable. Ryoma became quite the competition for Fuji, but when things started to get too serious, they'd leave their prey and find other means of entertainment, if you catch my drift.
END
Author's Notes
Hey, everyone!! I hope you liked my fic! Sorry for the sucky ending, guys. PLEASE don't hurt me!! ducks in a corner in a ball I'm not very good at endings.
