Grasp

Author’s notes: Whenever I read certain fics, I get this sad feeling… Heh, it’s crazy, but well… Let me try to put it in a very short one-shot (at least it’s kind of constructive?) Even if you feel it's crap, please don't flame me;;

Risking death threats again :P

One sided EijixFuji

Light laughter filled the air as the sun slowly made its way down. The golden rays painted the courts with a warm coating and made such evenings more special. These moments were getting rarer, and though Eiji could feel his heart sink as the minutes ticked by, his expression hid his feelings perfectly. Smiling and clowning around with his best friend, the cheerful demeanour betrayed none of the heartache that was building up inside. Eiji always thought that only Fuji could wear a mask that well. But necessity facilitates the means. Eiji was just as good an actor as his friend.

Five more minutes to go… The clock in his mind was ticking. Eiji’s eyes lingered just a few seconds longer on the face he loved, and then he closed them as part of that big grinning expression that he pasted on his face. At least for now, all the attention was on him and him alone. There was no Tezuka, no competition. Fuji belonged to Kikumaru Eiji alone. That was what Eiji wanted to believe in.

It’s painful to be reminded how short happy times really were. When Eiji saw Fuji’s eyes light up and his face tilted slightly upwards, he knew it was time. Fuji’s attention quickly shifted to someone approaching from Eiji’s back, smiling his smile no longer for the redhead, but for the newcomer. Eiji’s smile waned, but no one saw nor cared.

Eiji pulled himself together to grin again and tease Fuji for forsaking friendship for love. Fuji had already stood up and smilingly bid Eiji goodbye. “Goodbye”, said Eiji in his sunniest voice. It didn’t matter if darkness was all he felt. Fuji couldn’t see it, anyway.

Soon, Eiji was alone again. The sun rays didn’t seem so warm now. The sun was so far away, mused the redhead as he held out his hand towards the glowing orange sphere. His fingers slowly curled towards his palm and then closed up into a lightly clenched fist. The fist was filled with nothing but air. The sun was out of his reach, out of his grasp. The sun belonged to the sky, just like how Fuji belonged to someone else.