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FIC: Brotherhood [Prince of Tennis]
Title: Brotherhood
Rating: PG
Characters: Kaidoh, Fuji, Yuuta, Hazue
Summary: A pair of brothers met long before tennis came into the equation.
Yuuta used to get mad at him for saving him when the kids at the park got too rough. It was bad enough that his big brother was so special in everything, Yuuta used to say, did he have to take every hit for him too? Yuuta can still make himself angry by remembering.
Fuji remembers those days - maybe too clearly. He doesn't remember the fights so much because each was much like the last. One stands out though.
Fuji is already standing between some older kids and Yuuta - arms outstretched the ward off any blows - and the older boys laugh. One raises his palm to shove Fuji aside.
"Hey! Watch out!"
A tennis ball smacks the older boy on the side of the face.
"Punks!" One shouts upon seeing two dark haired kids - brothers, Fuji sees in an instant.
The fight blurs after that, but ultimately, the only thing Fuji needs to remember is the older brother smashing the side of his racket into some shins before the four of them (Fuji, Yuuta, and the other pair) make their escape.
Fuji doesn't learn their names. Just watches them walk toward another area of the neighborhood while Yuuta's tugging on his sleeve. He sees the younger's eyes gazing admiringly up to his aniki's and the pride in the elder's stance.
Fuji wishes things could be like that between him and Yuuta.
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"Na, Kaidoh?" Fuji asks, voice sweetly mysterious and mischievous. "Who's the new recruit that's got you so interested?"
Fuji's dropped by after high school's let out. Momoshiro is ordering around the freshmen while Kaidoh observes and Ryoma makes critical clicks with his tongue as he practices with the other Regulars. Lingering around the courts' entrance is a slim boy with dark hair and angled eyes; he tips his racket in greeting when Fuji catches his eye.
When Kaidoh answers, there's so much pride in his voice that Fuji has to draw a shaky breath at the memories.
"My brother."
Fuji recovers as quickly as he can manage. He hadn't expected that kind of reply, though perhaps he should have. In his mind, the boy from the park had to have been older because he was so tall, because when the boy had shoved him forward as they ran, his hand had seemed to extend across the whole of his back.
"How lucky that you get to play tennis with your brother," Fuji tells Kaidoh.
"I'm not gonna go easy on him, sempai," Kaidoh replies, "if that's what you're thinking."
"Of course not," Fuji says, and his palm pets Kaidoh's knee soothingly to calm the other player's reaction. "Kaidoh wouldn't be Kaidoh if he was easy on anyone."
Kaidoh sniffs, but says nothing more - apparently satisfied with Fuji's words. He doesn't shift away either when Fuji lets his hand rest there.
It must be insane of him to act so forward now, but the new knowledge makes it different, makes this okay because he's been dreaming of meeting the boy from that day for so long. He's wanted, at odd unexpected moments when he'd thought he'd forgotten, to just lay his hands against the skin that holds a righteous soul.
His fingers flex without him wanting them to, and Kaidoh covers his hand with his own. "Sempai," he murmurs, voice soft and eyes distantly keeping track of Hazue, "you were brave that day, too."
Rating: PG
Characters: Kaidoh, Fuji, Yuuta, Hazue
Summary: A pair of brothers met long before tennis came into the equation.
Yuuta used to get mad at him for saving him when the kids at the park got too rough. It was bad enough that his big brother was so special in everything, Yuuta used to say, did he have to take every hit for him too? Yuuta can still make himself angry by remembering.
Fuji remembers those days - maybe too clearly. He doesn't remember the fights so much because each was much like the last. One stands out though.
Fuji is already standing between some older kids and Yuuta - arms outstretched the ward off any blows - and the older boys laugh. One raises his palm to shove Fuji aside.
"Hey! Watch out!"
A tennis ball smacks the older boy on the side of the face.
"Punks!" One shouts upon seeing two dark haired kids - brothers, Fuji sees in an instant.
The fight blurs after that, but ultimately, the only thing Fuji needs to remember is the older brother smashing the side of his racket into some shins before the four of them (Fuji, Yuuta, and the other pair) make their escape.
Fuji doesn't learn their names. Just watches them walk toward another area of the neighborhood while Yuuta's tugging on his sleeve. He sees the younger's eyes gazing admiringly up to his aniki's and the pride in the elder's stance.
Fuji wishes things could be like that between him and Yuuta.
-----
"Na, Kaidoh?" Fuji asks, voice sweetly mysterious and mischievous. "Who's the new recruit that's got you so interested?"
Fuji's dropped by after high school's let out. Momoshiro is ordering around the freshmen while Kaidoh observes and Ryoma makes critical clicks with his tongue as he practices with the other Regulars. Lingering around the courts' entrance is a slim boy with dark hair and angled eyes; he tips his racket in greeting when Fuji catches his eye.
When Kaidoh answers, there's so much pride in his voice that Fuji has to draw a shaky breath at the memories.
"My brother."
Fuji recovers as quickly as he can manage. He hadn't expected that kind of reply, though perhaps he should have. In his mind, the boy from the park had to have been older because he was so tall, because when the boy had shoved him forward as they ran, his hand had seemed to extend across the whole of his back.
"How lucky that you get to play tennis with your brother," Fuji tells Kaidoh.
"I'm not gonna go easy on him, sempai," Kaidoh replies, "if that's what you're thinking."
"Of course not," Fuji says, and his palm pets Kaidoh's knee soothingly to calm the other player's reaction. "Kaidoh wouldn't be Kaidoh if he was easy on anyone."
Kaidoh sniffs, but says nothing more - apparently satisfied with Fuji's words. He doesn't shift away either when Fuji lets his hand rest there.
It must be insane of him to act so forward now, but the new knowledge makes it different, makes this okay because he's been dreaming of meeting the boy from that day for so long. He's wanted, at odd unexpected moments when he'd thought he'd forgotten, to just lay his hands against the skin that holds a righteous soul.
His fingers flex without him wanting them to, and Kaidoh covers his hand with his own. "Sempai," he murmurs, voice soft and eyes distantly keeping track of Hazue, "you were brave that day, too."
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=beg= Prompt me?
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What a great concept, and I love Hazue, truly and utterly.
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