Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Sorairo ❯ A Lost Sky ( Chapter 1 )

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By: may_neuma
But most of all, I wanted to say how important it was for me… your presence by my side. I choked, suffocating from all the regret. It’s too late... [FujiRyo]

Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.18.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.2K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress

Disclaimer: Don't own Prince of Tennis neither the song `Sorairo' Sky Blue from Fruits Basket
Summary: But most of all, I wanted to say how important it was for me… your presence by my side. I choked, suffocating from all the regret. It's too late... (FujiRyo)
Warning: MAJOR ANGSTINESS AHEAD and probably slight OOC.
A/N: Even though I said it is FujiRyo; I DO NOT recommend this fic to the Thrill Pair HUGE fans. You've been warned okay…
Italic means flashback
“…” means talk
Bold means song lyric
Bold+italic means thought
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PART I - A lost sky
 
`Didanyone ever tellyou; how beautiful your eyes are, Syu?'
 
-Ryoma's POV-
 
 
Blue…
They were deep, rich, and strong.
Like the brightest gem I've ever seen.
“Ryoma.”
They were emanating power, calmness, and irresistible beauty.
 
 
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Nagai nagai sakamichi no tochuu de tsumazuite
(Long long is the road oncoming road)
Itai nani ka ga kirete mou arukenai
(Something is hurting and I feel I can't walk on)
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“Ryoma!” A pair of hands cupped my cheeks gently, waking me up from my reverie, “What is it, love?” You weren't smiling as usual, and I could see those opened brilliant deep blue eyes held a great amount of concern instead of the usual mischievousness and fake innocence.
“Betsuni,” I took your hands off from my face and looked away, unable to lock gaze with you anymore. Because I knew slowly but sure a blush was creeping up on my cheek as I felt a warm breath of yours which was only worsened everything. This wasn't the first time you caught me staring at you, lost in your beautiful sparkling blue eyes while admiring them. It wasn't my fault if they were so captivating.
You chuckled softly as if saying that you understood everything what was happening to me. A smile carved on your lips, but this one (I realized) was different from any of your `innocent', `devious', or `evil' trademark ones. It was a genuine and beautiful smile which always made my heart skipped a beat. I wondered whether you did that purposely. Then you leaned down before kissing the tip of my nose.
“I love you, Ryoma…”
I dared my self to stare back into your piercing blue orbs, “Zutto?”
“Hai, hai, zutto!”
I encircled my arms around your neck as you responded by wrapping me in a warm comforting embrace. “I love you too, Syusuke… zutto…” A small smile formed on my lips as I snuggled into your chest at the same time inhaling the familiar mint scent and faint spiciness which were only belong to you.
“I know…” You breathed in my ear before resting your chin on the top of my head as your slender fingers absently running up and down my back, lulling me into a peaceful sleep.
 
 
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Tsumasaki tachi mitai na hibi demo itsuka kitto
(Standing on tiptoe looking for something everyday but, someday surely)
Tsuyoku naritai to miageru sora wa takaku~
(The ever changing sky I look at will be a source of strength)
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You look so peaceful, Syu! I couldn't take my eyes from you who were lying down so serenely in front of me with hands folded on your chest. If I don't know you better, I'd think you are sleeping right now and any moment you'll wake up and tease me as usual just to assure me that everything is alright...
But of course, I knew you too well! There is no life in you, Syu. Your usual smiling face is only radiating cold. It's lifeless.Cold… Unconsciously, I touched my lips, see! Even I still can feel the coldness from our last kiss.
Of course I knew everything wasn't fine. You should've been with me, teasing me, plotting your next weird jokes… Not there! Not in that wooden coffin lying… alone.It didn't suit you!How come it would be fine?
No matter how hard I denied it, everything wouldn't be the same anymore. Not without you, Syusuke… I…I can't live… Oh God… I just can't…
Tears were streaming down my cheek which I didn't even bother to wipe it away. I've lost counts how many times I cry and stop just to cry again. Silly me! You might've teased me if you see me like this.
 
 
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Yorokobi mo kanashimi mo fui ni watashi o tamesu~
(Still there is joy, still there is sadness, and I don't when to expect either)
Mou ikudo koeta darou Hitori nakiakashita yoake~
(Still I must carry on, I know alone I cry till the dawn comes)
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“Echizen, he wouldn't want to see you like this!” Someone was standing right in front of me.
I didn't bother to look up because I knew who the owner of the cold monotonous voice was. “Thank you for coming, Buchou.”
“Fuji was my best friend, Echizen. And so are you!” He kneeled down before me and took my hands with his, demanding my attention, then lifted my chin up making dark lifeless golden met sad dull hazel. “Don't be like this… Ryoma…” Gently, he ran his thumb on my cheek, wiping away the pearl of tears. “He wouldn't be happy seeing you like this.”
I was confused; I thought he was going to snap at me since I called him `buchou' albeit not deliberately. Years has passed since he was a senior in junior high, and Tezuka Kunimitsu wasn't that keen with his old `title' nowadays. But instead of doing the predictable he was being extremely understanding and comforting to me.
That's so unlike you, buchou!
I didn't know why I didn't refuse when he pulled me to rest against his broad chest then comforting warmth engulfed me. “You still have a life to live for, Ryoma!” He continued in a much softer voice, “You have to carry on because I know Fuji wished your happiness above all.” His shaken voice reminding me about Syusuke's last wish and I was no longer able to hold back my grief anymore. I cried a river with howls of pain muffled in his embrace as I gave myself away completely into the new warmth of Tezuka. A gentle hand caressing my hair as soft and comforting words were whispered in my ears, trying to ease the bleeding pain.
 
 
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Chiisa na kesshin kurikaeshi aruite yuku no
(With a bit of determination, I continue to walk on)
Harahara to yuki no mau michi mo haru ni wa hana
(Though my heart is thumping and the snow dances about the road, spring will bring the flower once more)
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You came out of our room, asking me who was watching TV in the living room, “What do you think?” You were turning around happily while showing me your new sweater eagerly.
I tilted my head to the side, “Sky blue?” I gave you a confused look, “I thought you love beige.”
You clasped your hands and returned my look with a happy yet naughty smile, “Aw… Ryoma-kun. I don't know you know a lot about me.”
I threw you a cushion which you dodged it perfectly before settling down next to me on the couch; you were just smiling sunnily, “Yes, I do. But I think a changewould be nice. Don't you think it matches my eyes?”
“Whatever,” Your eyes are far richer than any color, Syu. Not even sky blue or the deepest blue can match up to them.But just like anyother thoughtsof mine, I kept it secret.
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I cried from all the regret which consuming me. If only… if only…I tellyou my feeling. If only I tellyou everything, Syu!“I'm sorry… Syusuke. I'm sorry… please... forgive me…” I whimpered weakly, knowing it was a useless plea...
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“FUJI!”
“Yes...”
“What have you done with the salad?”
“I just put a little bit of wasabi on it.” You smiled sweetly, seeing me frantically pouring lots of water down to my throat “Don't you like it?”
“HELL NO! Who'd want to eat salad with wasabi? Heck, who'll even eat WASABI?”
“Me.”
“Besides you.”
“You, my love.”
“You're crazy!” I snapped, giving you a very annoyed look, “And stop smiling!”
“Ara... you don't like my smile?”
“It's irritating.”
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I hate myself... my stubborn pride; I hate everything of me. I wanted to say how beautiful they were… your eyes.How lovely they were… your smiles.
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“Syusuke!”
“Hm...”
“You're squeezing my hands.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, you're! Now let go off them.”
“But I can't... not if I want to teach you how to wash dishes properly.”
“I can do it by my own.”
“You need to rub it harder, Ryoma-kun.”
“FUJI, stop it!”
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But most of all, I wanted to say how important it was for me… your presence by my side. I choked, suffocating from all the regret. It's too late...
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Kizutsukeau hi ga aru keredo demo heiki
(Returning to a painful day here, but I'm ok)
Hontou wa dare mo ga yasashikute motomeatteru
(Searching to meet a truly kind person)
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tsudzuku...
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A/N: After reading this, please don't hate the author. The song isn't finished yet thus this fic isn't finished too! I will post the second/last part of this fic SOON if I'm not dead yet from all the thrill pair fans attack ~.~ and got tons of review ^.^
And I'm not used to on writing angst so please bear with me okay. If this format is confusing you just write it in your review and I'll send you the WORD version or you can see it in my homepage. Ja, minna and don't forget REVIEW...
(This fic is dedicated to S.R. who kept pounding on my door, insisting me to write angst FujiRyo)
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