Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Believe in me ❯ The Dream ( Chapter 1 )

Pairing: Kirihara Akaya/Kamio Akira, Kamio/Shinji in the past

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. What a shame. I'd really like to.

 

 

Believe in me

Chapter 1

 

 

Kirihara was lying on the opposite site of the court, breathing heavily and clenching his fist. He just stood there, lying and panting for breath. Kamio could hear the crowd screaming and encouraging the fallen player. After all Kirihara was the favourite Rikkaidai ace. For a moment there was silence. And then he stood up. He turned his face to Kamio, smiling spiteful and licking his lips. His eyes were red again, red as blood - just as they had been during his match with Tachibana-buchou last year. The redhead felt fear, strong and overhelming, fear seeking his way through his mind, trying to crush him and make him loose his balance. His voice trembled a little, when he opened his mouth to speak.

“You, allright?”

“Yeah, such weak ball is nothing” - Then again he smiled malicious and looked at him as the hunter look at his pray.' Very comforting, now I'm not just scared, I'm feeling like a cornered animal', thought Kamio and shook his head angrily, waiting for the other to serve. Now the game was fierce, Kirihara was making Kamio running like there's no tomorrow, loosing his rhythm and sweating a lot. The Fudoumine player was feeling very desperate, when the referee announced “Game Kirihara 4 - 2”

Kamio was watching Kirihara's Knuckle Serve stunned. He saw it approaching, bouncing against the ground, hitting him hard in the stomach. He felt the pain eating his insides, stroking him slowly and ruthlessly. When he fell heavily slipping on his backside, Kamio thought he saw stars in the bright sunny day. “Fuck” he hissed through his clenched teeth trying to stand up. The only action was painful and demanding much will-strength.

“ Sorry. It wasn't intentional.” Told him smiling redeyed face on the other side of the net.

“Bastard! You don't really think that I'll believe you, ne?” Kamio stood up trembling with anger. Kirihara needed more than this damned serve to knock him down. He tossed his hair aside giving the other hateful and furious stare. He wasn't going to loose to this freak. No, not at all.' Bring it on, stupid bastard, I'll show you, what I'm made of, damn it!' The redhead held the racquet tight ready for the next serve. The red eyes of his opponent were laughing at him coldly and terrifying.

The ball flew up, came near with exceptionally speed and darted off his face…

 

 

Kamio woke up sweating and panting. It was normal to have such dreams the day before his match with Kirihara Akaya. Now the both were captains of their tennis teams, and tomorrow was the grand day - the Kantou Regional Tournament Finals. The time has come to settle the old things with Kirihara and he was feeling very nervous, and yeah extremely scared. He felt dull pain in his stomach remaining from his previous nightmare. How much he hated his stupid dreams! In the night, there was no rhythm, no melody, nothing he can hang on to, just silence and shattered images of his sleepy mind. Kamio used to have similar nightmares after the `incident' with Tachibana's leg. It was normal - maybe every tennis player has tennis nightmares. But ones with Kirihara involved… That was definitely creepy. The redhead looked at the clock, which displayed 2 a.m.

“I wonder if Shinji is awake…” He could find anytime, therefore Shinji has always told him that he can call whenever he want. That sounded good - he could speak with his friend and calm his fears. That was the friends for. But as well as he was a captain and he couldn't bring himself to disturb his player's sleep. It was his responsibility to look after the members of the team. He wanted to share his uneasiness, but he wanted also to keep Shinji in best shape. Silly clash of wishes. God, that was childish! Kamio scolded himself mentally and turned to the other side of the bed, still remembering his nightmare, but burning with strong desire to have a good game tomorrow and to win. Yeah, to win. This year Fudomine deserved to win the final, they all had worked very hard, training every day, every free second mentally and the most important physically. Their determination was unbelievable strong. Fudomine players wanted also to win this time, to take their revenge, to prove their worth. These thoughts pushed Kamio's restlessness aside and soon he drifted in dreamless sleep …

 

 

Kamio frowned at the sound of his alarm clock. Damn, that was loud and the noise got on his nerves. Every single morning started with his curses and desire to smash the stupid thing into the wall and to free himself from the annoying sound. Wait a minute! Tomorrow was the day! Kamio felt his adrenalin and nervousness rising. He heard his pulse beating in his ears, strong and full of live like his rhythm. That was the rhythm itself. The feeling was overhelming and Kamio couldn't stop himself from smiling. His last night's anxieties were senseless and dumb. `I'll ride the rhythm and win. It's so simple!' Kamio's self-confidence returned. He picked the phone, dialed his best friend's number and grinned at the calm smooth voice, which greeted him.

“Hello”

“Yo, Shinji! Ready for the big day?”

“How can I be not ready? You were talking about that for entire week. Yeah, I understand it's really a big deal, but your excitement is ridiculous. Sure, I'm exited too, how can I not be? But, you know this can be very annoying. You must calm down a little. Really, I can't understand hyperactive people. Why? Actually I don't want to know….”

Kamio signed. His friend was extremely talkative to himself sometimes. Sometimes? Error! Always! He listened with only half ear, before he just told him to shut up.

“Don't be late. Gods, I'm dying of excitement. See you in an hour, Shinji!”

He hung up the phone. Probably Shinji would go on talking five minutes before realizing that he was cut of. Not that he would stop to talk then. Everybody but not Shinji. Kamio was wondering, how he can talk so much without to hurt. Shinji was really strange sometimes, no kidding. Grinning Kamio took his Mp3 player, put the headphones and left the rhythm to carry him away. So the day begun.

 

 

 

Author Notes: Wow that was my first attempt to write fanfics at all! I'd like to say that I'm proud of myself, but I won't say it before I read your opinions. *winks* So, read & review please. I know this pairing is strange, but I really love them! I'm going to go to start the next chapter, so wish me luck!