Just a Little Longer
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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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1,325
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Just a Little Longer
Just a Little Longer
Summary: The air of lingering death surrounds Yukimura as sickness threatens him from day to day. The moments he experiences are fleeting, but sometimes he wishes tehy could just last a little longer.
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. Not at all.
Warning:Fluffy, fuzzy, cute and heart wrenching I think...
Author’s Note:Thanks Alley B, thanks Pixxit, thanks to all my readers!
The traditional mansion sprawled out, geometrically straight in its paths and walkways. The outside hallways were just sheltered from the gentle snow fall and in the corner of the garden sat a young man in a deep blue kimono a cup of steaming tea balanced between his hands, rested in his lap.
Every so often he would reach out, let the snow fall to his hand, and with draw, a gentle smile on his face that melted into his eyes as fast as the flakes falling from the sky. In the garden, every rock was covered, no stepping stone untouched and even the flora succumbed to the designs of winter, still looking beautiful though their leaves had no chance to escape the blanket of snow on them. Koi surfaced every now and then in the pond, keeping one hole from icing over too much as they attempted to eat the snow flakes, thinking them food.
The young man reached up and moved hair from out of his face, tucking it behind his ear with delicate fingers that trembled as they came back around the mug. Though his face was that of an angel, he had the air of beauty around him that only came from shadow of death.
Beautiful and sickly was Yukmura Seiichi.
He couldn’t go with his friends to skate. It was much to taxing on his constitution. Walks out, in the snow or otherwise, were against recommendation. Even sitting outside as he was could be dangerous and yet, he’d argued so fiercely with his parents, with the nurses to even do this.
He wasn’t under quarantine, but those who were his friends barely came to see him since he’d gotten worse. They had lives, he understood. He only wished that on this day he could surrounded by more than whispers.
Yukimura reached out and let the snow touch him. How long would he be allowed this before they dragged him back inside, before he could no longer even come outside?
Footsteps came and he knew the answer. He heard the creak of the familiar wheelchair that he had to use and refused to look up, tightening his grip on the tea mug.
“Seiichi.” a patient voice said.
He looked up, shocked. “Sanada-kun?”
The other boy nodded. “They told me you were resting, but I wanted to see you again.”
Sanada Genichiro. The only one who still came, the only one who wasn’t afraid of the aura around him. That aura of death.
He made as if to stand and was waved down, smiling as a blanket was placed around his shoulders.
“What -”
“They let me in on the condition that I would convince you to come in. They thought the blanket was for when I was wheeling you back.”
Yukimura nodded slowly, looking into his cup and seeing his eyes reflected there. “I wasn’t so cold.”
“Not with tea, but then what of when it’s gone?”
They sat there, Sanada turning his face upward to regard the moon. It was a slice in the sky, as if as it slowly opened, it let more snow into the world.
“How are you?”
Yukimura shook his head slightly. “Please don’t. They ask me that all day and don’t care.”
Sanada reached out and moved hair away from the boy’s neck. “I do.”
The blue haired boy looked at his friend, cheeks pinking. “...I’m better. I...got a bit depressed when I realized everyone would be so busy with their families to visit...but I’m alright.”
Hands found each other and Yukimura gave Sanada’s a squeeze before he leaned over and tucked his head under the boy’s chin.
“Gen...”
The blanket for one found its way around them both and Sanada held his friend, unalarmed when he began to cry. It trailed off after a few minutes and Yukimaru calmed against him, voice breathy and tired.
“Help me to my room?”
Sanada nodded and simply lifted the boy in his arms and placed him in the chair. They wheeled back into the main house, the cup of tea forgotten on the porch.
They wheeled past servants who bowed, family guests who averted their gazes and a lone nurse who barely waved goodbye after muttering it was time for her to go home. Sanada took Yukimura to his dark room and closed the door behind him, locking it without being told to. He helped Yukimura up and helped him over to the bed, knowing he was capable of it himself, just tired.
Yukimura began to lay down, looking away when Sanada pulled down the shoulders of his kimono t help him out of it.
“Seiichi?”
“I’ve lost weight, please don’t look...”
“I’m not.” Sanada could see in the dark, but he kept on, staring blankly as he undressed the boy, reaching for his sleeping robe.
“Before you leave...Gen...please look in the top drawer. I have something there for you.”
Sanada went to the bureau and opened the drawer, raising his brow at the wrapped box he found. He sat next to Yukimura, who sat there, the top of his kimono around his waist.
“What’s this?”
“Something for you.” the pale skinned boy leaned against him, looking at the window. He could still see the moon and how he wished to be this way just a little longer before the boy forgot about him and returned to the living.
Opening the box carefully, Sanada took off the top and took out a package. It contained a very expensive and lusive grip tape for tennis rackets.
“How did you get this? It’s nearly impossible.”
“I heard you mention it once...” the boy whispered, still staring of of the window. “You needed something to last you a bit longer anyway.” He looked up, face a glow in the moonlight. “Merry Christmas.”
Sanada nodded and Yukimura looked away again. It was time for Sanada to go. He watched the numbers on Yukimura’s clock glow blue, the minute changing from six to seven. He started to rise, stopping when he felt the vice grip around his arm.
“Just a little longer...” Yukimura whispered, tears in his eyes. “Stay with me a little longer? Don’t go back to the world of the living just yet?”
The boy sat down again. “Seiichi?”
“Just let me touch you...” he pressed closer. “Let me be alive too, if only for a little while longer...”
Yukimura whimpered as he was held closer. He needed this warmth, wanted to feel this warmth everyday. Lips pressed to his and he stared at Sanada in wonder.
“Genichiro?”
“You’re alive...” he breathed. “You’re alive Seiichi. I need you to live so that I can.”
More tears came and trembling hands cupped the raven haired boy’s face. “Gen...”
“Please get better for me...so we can stay together. So you can come back out with me and enjoy everything.”
Yukimura nodded, turning crimson as he was laid down and undressed, Sanada’s warmth covering him all over.
Later, the navy haired boy lay curled against the other boy’s chest, his frail framed bruised from passion, his breath still labored though the moment had long since passed. He smiled, gazing at Sanada’s sleeping form, fighting off the arrival of sleep.
It had started out in such a bad way, but right now, Yukimura wanted Christmas to last just a little longer.
Just a little longer.
****
*Well there we go. A bit late, I mean after not before on the right day, but hey, you can forgive me my sins right?
*Merry Christmas and Happy New year.
*And wow, Pixxit, reviewing one of my fics? Definately must be that time of year! That miracle season!
Summary: The air of lingering death surrounds Yukimura as sickness threatens him from day to day. The moments he experiences are fleeting, but sometimes he wishes tehy could just last a little longer.
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. Not at all.
Warning:Fluffy, fuzzy, cute and heart wrenching I think...
Author’s Note:Thanks Alley B, thanks Pixxit, thanks to all my readers!
The traditional mansion sprawled out, geometrically straight in its paths and walkways. The outside hallways were just sheltered from the gentle snow fall and in the corner of the garden sat a young man in a deep blue kimono a cup of steaming tea balanced between his hands, rested in his lap.
Every so often he would reach out, let the snow fall to his hand, and with draw, a gentle smile on his face that melted into his eyes as fast as the flakes falling from the sky. In the garden, every rock was covered, no stepping stone untouched and even the flora succumbed to the designs of winter, still looking beautiful though their leaves had no chance to escape the blanket of snow on them. Koi surfaced every now and then in the pond, keeping one hole from icing over too much as they attempted to eat the snow flakes, thinking them food.
The young man reached up and moved hair from out of his face, tucking it behind his ear with delicate fingers that trembled as they came back around the mug. Though his face was that of an angel, he had the air of beauty around him that only came from shadow of death.
Beautiful and sickly was Yukmura Seiichi.
He couldn’t go with his friends to skate. It was much to taxing on his constitution. Walks out, in the snow or otherwise, were against recommendation. Even sitting outside as he was could be dangerous and yet, he’d argued so fiercely with his parents, with the nurses to even do this.
He wasn’t under quarantine, but those who were his friends barely came to see him since he’d gotten worse. They had lives, he understood. He only wished that on this day he could surrounded by more than whispers.
Yukimura reached out and let the snow touch him. How long would he be allowed this before they dragged him back inside, before he could no longer even come outside?
Footsteps came and he knew the answer. He heard the creak of the familiar wheelchair that he had to use and refused to look up, tightening his grip on the tea mug.
“Seiichi.” a patient voice said.
He looked up, shocked. “Sanada-kun?”
The other boy nodded. “They told me you were resting, but I wanted to see you again.”
Sanada Genichiro. The only one who still came, the only one who wasn’t afraid of the aura around him. That aura of death.
He made as if to stand and was waved down, smiling as a blanket was placed around his shoulders.
“What -”
“They let me in on the condition that I would convince you to come in. They thought the blanket was for when I was wheeling you back.”
Yukimura nodded slowly, looking into his cup and seeing his eyes reflected there. “I wasn’t so cold.”
“Not with tea, but then what of when it’s gone?”
They sat there, Sanada turning his face upward to regard the moon. It was a slice in the sky, as if as it slowly opened, it let more snow into the world.
“How are you?”
Yukimura shook his head slightly. “Please don’t. They ask me that all day and don’t care.”
Sanada reached out and moved hair away from the boy’s neck. “I do.”
The blue haired boy looked at his friend, cheeks pinking. “...I’m better. I...got a bit depressed when I realized everyone would be so busy with their families to visit...but I’m alright.”
Hands found each other and Yukimura gave Sanada’s a squeeze before he leaned over and tucked his head under the boy’s chin.
“Gen...”
The blanket for one found its way around them both and Sanada held his friend, unalarmed when he began to cry. It trailed off after a few minutes and Yukimaru calmed against him, voice breathy and tired.
“Help me to my room?”
Sanada nodded and simply lifted the boy in his arms and placed him in the chair. They wheeled back into the main house, the cup of tea forgotten on the porch.
They wheeled past servants who bowed, family guests who averted their gazes and a lone nurse who barely waved goodbye after muttering it was time for her to go home. Sanada took Yukimura to his dark room and closed the door behind him, locking it without being told to. He helped Yukimura up and helped him over to the bed, knowing he was capable of it himself, just tired.
Yukimura began to lay down, looking away when Sanada pulled down the shoulders of his kimono t help him out of it.
“Seiichi?”
“I’ve lost weight, please don’t look...”
“I’m not.” Sanada could see in the dark, but he kept on, staring blankly as he undressed the boy, reaching for his sleeping robe.
“Before you leave...Gen...please look in the top drawer. I have something there for you.”
Sanada went to the bureau and opened the drawer, raising his brow at the wrapped box he found. He sat next to Yukimura, who sat there, the top of his kimono around his waist.
“What’s this?”
“Something for you.” the pale skinned boy leaned against him, looking at the window. He could still see the moon and how he wished to be this way just a little longer before the boy forgot about him and returned to the living.
Opening the box carefully, Sanada took off the top and took out a package. It contained a very expensive and lusive grip tape for tennis rackets.
“How did you get this? It’s nearly impossible.”
“I heard you mention it once...” the boy whispered, still staring of of the window. “You needed something to last you a bit longer anyway.” He looked up, face a glow in the moonlight. “Merry Christmas.”
Sanada nodded and Yukimura looked away again. It was time for Sanada to go. He watched the numbers on Yukimura’s clock glow blue, the minute changing from six to seven. He started to rise, stopping when he felt the vice grip around his arm.
“Just a little longer...” Yukimura whispered, tears in his eyes. “Stay with me a little longer? Don’t go back to the world of the living just yet?”
The boy sat down again. “Seiichi?”
“Just let me touch you...” he pressed closer. “Let me be alive too, if only for a little while longer...”
Yukimura whimpered as he was held closer. He needed this warmth, wanted to feel this warmth everyday. Lips pressed to his and he stared at Sanada in wonder.
“Genichiro?”
“You’re alive...” he breathed. “You’re alive Seiichi. I need you to live so that I can.”
More tears came and trembling hands cupped the raven haired boy’s face. “Gen...”
“Please get better for me...so we can stay together. So you can come back out with me and enjoy everything.”
Yukimura nodded, turning crimson as he was laid down and undressed, Sanada’s warmth covering him all over.
Later, the navy haired boy lay curled against the other boy’s chest, his frail framed bruised from passion, his breath still labored though the moment had long since passed. He smiled, gazing at Sanada’s sleeping form, fighting off the arrival of sleep.
It had started out in such a bad way, but right now, Yukimura wanted Christmas to last just a little longer.
Just a little longer.
****
*Well there we go. A bit late, I mean after not before on the right day, but hey, you can forgive me my sins right?
*Merry Christmas and Happy New year.
*And wow, Pixxit, reviewing one of my fics? Definately must be that time of year! That miracle season!