If You

By Vitreux

Standard Disclaimers Apply.

Scene one

Dreams

   At first I didn't have any requires. By just standing behind the metal net watching you play was enough for me. You stood, as the sun shone on you and you adjusted your hat lower in a way I esteemed. In a way I always recognized.

   People looked upon you. You had so many unleashed powers and faraway dreams. I could never track your footsteps; you were always so swift, so unpredictable. It was your back I saw every time when I wanted to see your face.

   You and I were never on the same lane.

   I didn't wait for you to turn your head back and look at me. Nor did I imagine you to notice me.

   But that didn't matter, as long as I could stand behind the metal net, follow you around and cheer for your winning matches. Those were the things that cause butterflies in my stomach to fly, to have a purpose when I opened my eyes first thing in the morning; and all I could think about was you.

***

   "Please watch Echizen for a while, Ryuzaki."

   "H-hai." After bowing respectfully, I dragged a chair quietly and sat beside you.

   I didn't know how many times this happened… you getting numerous victories as well as injuries at the same time. I rinsed the wet towel and tried to clean your wounds gently, as if I would hurt you with my dense mistakes.

   Suddenly, you flinched like you noticed something. I jumped, because your pair of sharp eyes opened quickly asking why I was there, why was I in the place where I shouldn't be.

   You frightened me at times.

   But all that drifted away when I heard your silent mutterings after you fell asleep.

   "Mada mada dane…"

   I smiled, and cried also. The tears rolled down my cheeks unexpectedly, and I didn't know why.

   Why was I crying?

   When did I turn so greedy over something I shouldn't fell in love with?

   My mere happiness was supposed to belong only behind the net, the line that separated us as I watched you play as free as a bird.

   Demo… every time I got closer to you, my voracity weighed even more. I started to imagine what it was like to touch you, and the thought played in my head over and over again until I realized I no longer wanted to stay just behind the net.

   But I knew your world had no room for a girl like me. You only cared about tennis, kami; you were named the rising prodigy in the tennis world. You loved tennis with a passion I could never understand.

   So I knew what I had to do. I had to give up this kind of selfish, selfish love before it soaked even deeper. I would start to evaporate from the spot behind the net, from my own feelings- from you.

   "Gomen… Ryoma-kun… gomen nasai… syonara…"

   It killed me to know this was the last time I could ever look so clearly upon your face.

Glossary

Demo- but

Gomen nasai- sorry

-kun/chan/san- honorific

hai- yes

kami- god

Hello minna! This is my first Tennis no Ohjisama fic here, and I hope you all enjoyed it^^ Hai it's kind of tilting off to the depressing side… I'm just trying to think how will Sakuno and Ryoma act after the things I decided to do to them… *smirk*

I noticed there are so less RyoSaku fics!! I love them! They look so kawaii together!! So I thought, why not write one? I do not know If I'm going to continue this… so review and tell me what you think!! Ne?