Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Believe in me ❯ The reality ( Chapter 2 )

Pairings: Kirihara/Kamio, Kamio/Shinji in the past

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. Nyaaaa, I want! *sobs quietly in the dark corner of the old hard disk* If I owned it, believe me, it would be shounen-ai.

 

 

Believe in me

Chapter 2

 

 

Bloody hell! Kirihara was wondering if the day could go any worse. Not only he couldn't sleep last night, but also everybody and everything had gone insane. At first he was late for the game and his team was nearly disqualified. Only 7 minutes later and everything would have gone to hell! And not just that! Of course this year Rikkaidai team was the worst of all possible. Or could it be that the Fudomine players were extremely resolved to try all means? Whatever. The play of his team was horrible. As a captain he felt the shame doubled. Now Akaya was angry, really, really angry. The rage was crawling in his stomach, straining his nerves, trying to blow up his mind. But nothing more. Before his eyes used to turn red, when he felt the seal, locked in a dark corner of his head, brake and the bloodlust would come and take over him. But not now. He'd learned to keep it under control, damn, he could say, that he'd thrown it completely away. Now he was different. Kirihara smiled with mischief and returned the ball, which was trying to snake over him and get a point for Kamio. Even angry and lost in thought he played better than the high-speed redhead. Yeah, Singles 1 match between Kamio Akira and himself. Not that he could tell that Fudomine's captain played bad. Just the opposite, Kamio was beating the shit out of him, but still not enough to win. Kirihara's smirk grew bigger, when he bounced the ball in Kamio's feet - fast and heavily. And that was his one and only mistake…

`Holy shit! What have I done?' thought Kirihara. He watched in slow motions, how the ball pushed from the ground accelerating towards his opponent's body. He saw gleam of fear and shock in Kamio's eyes. But the worst of all was his expression, like he was waiting for that. The redhead couldn't quite avoid the ball, truth to be save he could just barely move away, so the ball didn't hit him in his stomach, but slammed him hard into the elbow. Kamio's face writhed in pain and he shot fierce and hateful look towards Rikkaidai's buchou.

“You damned son of a bitch! It wasn't enough to destroy Tachibana's leg, now you're aiming at my arm! You're really a freak! I can't believe this!” Kamio was shouting at him, eyes wide open, mouth curved with disgust, his whole face showing hatred and anger.

“That was not intentional! I'm really, this time really sorry!” If it was something else, Kirihara would never apologize. He was haughty and arrogant; maybe even not a good person at all. But hurting physically his opponents was in the past. At this point of view he really was a different person. But he doubted that Kamio would believe him. The redhead hated him passionately. Not that Kirihara cared, but to be blamed for nothing was beyond his devil-may-care attitude.

“Bastard! Do you really think that I'll believe you?!” the other snapped at him torn to bits by spite. Akaya looked him straight in the eyes. His glared was cocky and enough strong to burn holes in the other one's eyes, but as well as his stare showed purely and simply `yes'.

“As if I ever would!” Kamio shook his head violently and lifted his hair from his flaming eyes. “You don't deserve any faith! And to think that I indeed thought that you've become different, what a fool I am!”

When Kirihara heard that, couldn't understand it at first. How can anybody deny him something like faith because of some mistake? Kamio was childish! This stubborn brat was charging him in front of so many people with a statement he didn't even comprehend thoroughly.

Now Kirihara was angry…

 

The game ended messily, interrupted by the heavy rain spilling over the tennis court, leaving the sky darker than Kirihara's mood. They'd resume the game next Saturday, but he didn't want to play. The whole fiasco got on his nerves and he was furious. If he ever saw again the redhead fool, he'd made certain that he'll ruin his life. Oh yeah, he would show this guy what was intentional and what not. Akaya brightened up a little smirking at the thoughts about his possibly and quietly probable revenge. Next time the win was his. And he didn't care how lowly Kamio Akira thought of him. His opinion wasn't important. Or so he wanted to believe. Somehow in the back of his mind something repeated Kamio's hateful words.

 

Kamio kicked an empty bottle, while walking down the street. He was squeezing his mp3-player almost crushing it.

“I'm not angry, I'm not angry…” he muttered sharply and shook his head making the red locks of his hair dancing with the slightly rustling wind.

“Yeah, I'm fuckin' scared” His scream resounded the whole street and some people turned over to see, who was the shouting freak. Kamio's face grew redder and he made the music in his ears louder and quickened his pace. On his way home Akira thought only about the damned match with Kirihara. He had to admit that Rikkaidai's player didn't have red eyes, but wait a minute! He hit him hard in the arm. And all this bullshits about how he had changed! A wolf in sheep's clothing is still a wolf! “But even so… His face showed shock and as well as he seemed surprised, not malicious. What am I thinking? I can't believe that I'm trying to prove his innocence to myself!” He was scared - the only thing he remembered after the ball hit him. The way the ball bounced and then the sound, when it crashed with his arm. There was the pain. It was terrifying.

 

He was shouting something at Kirihara. Not that he thought what he screamed. The anger, the pain, the fear was eating his insides and he wasn't able to keep his burning feelings of hatred and rage under control. His words reached his through the thick mist that was his mind. Something about believe, maybe and something about change, excuses and denial. And then there was Kirihara's glare. A stare full of stubbornness and firmness. Beyond the cocky smile was a burning desire to show his innocence. Right in front of him were eyes ready to kill and burn him. The more he gazed in those eyes, the more he realized that maybe he was wrong. Deep in his mind he wanted to be wrong. But Kamio was only human. And it's in human nature to deny the things they don't understand. Yes, he didn't understand those eyes. So he made what he had to - he begun to shout again, shout something that made Kirihara's fierce eyes angry…

 

Kamio understood. It wasn't the pain and the shock that frightened him. It was the power of his opponent's eyes. But then again if the eyes were a window to the soul and Kirihara wasn't definitely a good person, those eyes could lie. And Kamio wasn't ready to bear the powers of those lies. Whatever. Kirihara was pain in the ass and he was a person that didn't deserve trust. Kamio's thoughts were interrupted by a ring of his cell phone. Shinji was calling to take him to a doctor. The redhead smirked, Shinji was really over-protective sometimes. Not that he didn't appreciate his friend's concern, but in times like this his heart clenched and he felt something like happiness and pain and fear also mixed together. It was nice to think about his friend at times. The time Kamio was in front of the hospital, watching in amusement, how Shinji waved his arm at him and mumble something to himself, the anger was half forgotten, sleeping somewhere inside Kamio's mind and waiting for the right time and the right place to came again.

 

 

Kirihara wondered if Kamio's arm was okay. He really wanted to call and ask, but his pride stopped him. And he didn't want to hear also, how the redhead screamed at him and call him bastard and suchlike.

The day after Akaya heard somebody in his team speaking, how one friend of his from Fudomine told him that Kamio's arm would heal after two or three week. “So it isn't seriously. Should I be grateful or glad?” Kirihara smirked at this and thought about how he would play probably Ibu Shinji at the next match.

“Easy prey...” Kirihara muttered under his breath and forgot about the whole accident. Some things are to be forgotten until the right time.

 

Author Notes: I really wrote this chapter hard. I don't know why, just all words couldn't find their places and in my head was an absolutely big, big mess. But I have clearer ideas for the next chapter, which will take place several years after this. Maybe when they are in high school or something like that. Don't blame me, if my English is too rough, I just can't get used to writing in English. But I'm done with this chapter and I think that the next will come soon. See ya