Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ rain ❯ Rain ( Prologue )

Fandom: Prince of tennis

Title: (untitled at the moment =p)

Genre: Angst/Romance

Author: Crazychipmunks

Pairings: Tezuka/Fuji

Disclaimer: The PoT boys don't belong to me.

 

 

Hello. This is my first fanfic. I have not written for a long, long time so please excuse me for my grammar. Decided to write on a whim after reading lot of the fics out there. Oh, I'm also greatly influenced by the stories I read. So, if you find some parts of the story similar to yours, I hope you don't mind. Ok then, please read and review…. ^.^

 

 

 

Prologue- Rain.

 

It was raining again. Fuji stood beside the window. Leaning his forehead on the cool glass, he watched the droplets slowly forming tiny silver streams on the glass. Lifting a tired hand up, he let his finger trace the trail of a particular large droplet as it descended down to join one of the many streams.

 

Sighing, he closed his bloodshot eyes for a moment, giving it the little rest they needed, before opening them again. Looking out at the bleary grayish black world that was separated only by the thin sheet of glass where his hand had stopped to rest, he came to realize that all he had worked so hard for up till then was a complete waste of time. What is the use of studying to become a doctor and becoming a doctor himself if he can't even save the person that meant so much to him? The person that had encouraged him to become a doctor in the first place. The person that had been there with him on every momentous juncture in his life, be it a happy moment, be it a painful moment. The person that he had treated as well as he would his own mother had she been there. After that terrifying accident that took the lives of both his parents and his dearly loved brother, leaving only Yumiko and himself to fend for themselves, the bond shared between the siblings grew only stronger.

 

But now…you had to leave me here all alone. All alone, with the memories we had together with the whole family, memories we had when they were gone. Everywhere I turn, there something to remind me of the painful days. What am I to do? Tell me Yumiko nee-chan, like you always do when I'm stumped. Tell me, Yumiko nee-chan…

 

No longer able to support himself standing, Fuji slid down against the wall. Hugging his knees close to his body, letting his head rest on his kneecaps, he let his tears come unbidden. Fuji did not care that his house was in darkness in the rain that seemed to mirror what he was feeling then. Nor did he care about the rest he should be getting himself. All he cared was his regret on not being able to save his only living relative, his sister. All he cared was that he was alone…

 

 

 

A/N: It's short, I know. So, how was it? Good? Bad? Should I continue?