A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
SanaYuki pairing.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

Author's note: Finally finished. I know it's short, but it's the epilogue, so it shouldn't be that long... I'm gonna miss this story. ENJOY... it's the last part of 1L of tears!!

And... reviews please! It's the last chapter, so please review!

/NOTE: Just wanted to say... that 1095 days are 3 years exactly. The reason I did not put 1096, assuming that it's a leap year is because if I let the national finals be in 2008, the 29th of Feb (Fuji's bday) has already passed... hence the 1095 days.

Epilogue – 1095 days later

Yukimura's silent promise to reach the Pinnacle of Perfection was never fulfilled. He was only a fingertip away, but for him, it was a barrier that cannot be overcame.

"Next is the national's final, Singles 1.

From Kanagawa's Rikkai Dai Fuzoku - Yukimura Seiichi.

From Tokyo's Seishun Gakuen - Echizen Ryoma."

The atmosphere tensed as the two stepped onto the courts, silent and lethal. Echizen's body radiated with white light - the Pinnacle of Perfection. His expression was cocky as always, although a more mature air surrounded him and his height had grown considerably. When he stood in front of Yukimura at the net, he was only an inch or so shorter. His eyes gleamed unnaturally like diamonds under the sun and his hair, flapping wildly in the breeze, juxtaposing the steadiness of which he held his racquet. Yukimura raised his hand and adjusted his headband. His wavy-hair was slightly longer now, gathered and tied by an elastic band so it wouldn't create a distraction. Gazing at his newly strung Yonex racquet, confidence shot up inside him, impatient to be exposed.

"Ah, it's Rikkai's buchou-san again." Echizen raised his eyebrows.

"Nostalgic, isn't it?" Yukimura smiled warmly, a dagger prowling behind the honey sweetness, waiting for his opponent to drop his guard and the opportunity to pounce. "I believe you would have won 7 junior US open titles by now. It's a shame though that you can't enter anymore."

"I'll be entering the actual US open."

"That is, if you can get in." The same smile still hung on Yukimura's lips.

"Let's not talk about unnecessary things," Echizen turned away, "please teach me well, child of god-san."

"I'm just Yukimura." A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he strode to the baseline, his eyes focusing on the ball in Echizen's hand.

And 43 minutes and 19 seconds later, the match ended seven games to six - in Yukimura's favour. Neither of them backed off in their serving games, but the Pinnacle of Perfection took its toll on Echizen during the tiebreaker. His strength ran out, and Yukimura decimated him 7-0, winning the match, the national's final with a beautiful ace.

Exactly 1,095 days had passed since the day Yukimura was defeated by Echizen. During these 1,095 days, Yukimura trained tirelessly, aiming for the crown at the nationals. To overcome his inability to achieve the Pinnacle of Perfection, he instead established a way to defeat it.

As he raised the trophy into the air, Yukimura turned to look at his fukubuchou. Sanada was holding up the plague, a smile appearing as he caught Yukimura's glance. Both of them knew, that without each other, the crown would have been impossible. As even though they had won the past two years, Echizen and Tezuka had returned especially for this year's nationals. Sanada's Pinnacle of Perfection had allowed Yukimura to devise a way to break it, and to regain his reputation as the best.

"Thank you, Sanada."

1,095 days after the crushing loss, Yukimura Seiichi, captain of Rikkai Dai Fuzoku's tennis team, rose to become number one again.

For those of you who are mystified, angered or whatever by Echizen's 7 junior US open, there is a reason behind it. Before his freshman year at Seigaku, he had already won four. So assuming he went on to play every single year, he would have won 7. I know it's impossible in real life, but it's only a fanfiction. Even I don't like the idea of it. But he is supposed to be strong... and it's a way to show that. Sorry, and please ignore it if it annoys you.

Please review. I would really like some since this is the last part of 1L of tears.

Thank you for reading 1L of tears.

I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have writing it.