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Feb. 4th, 2008 12:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThe team had come sporadically after Yukimura had yelled at them.
Yukimura missed the daily visits, and for the first two weeks after his surgery Yukimura’s visitors were Yanagi, a sober Yagyuu, and once or twice a depressed Kirihara. Yukimura ignored any attempts at conversation from Yanagi, though he gave up after a while. Yagyuu sat quietly and read a book during his visits. Yukimura found himself tempted to chuck things at Yagyuu. Kirihara just sat there and looked at Yukimura sadly, only speaking when he was about to leave.
“Buchou?” Kirihara’s voice was soft and unsure. “Are you really quitting tennis?”
Yukimura never answered.
“Good afternoon Yukimura.” Yagyuu greeted, the door closing softly behind him. Yukimura looked up. The weights his physical therapist had given him for arm exercises were sitting unused on the table. Yukimura didn’t see the point, if he would never play tennis then what was the point of working out?
Yagyuu didn’t open up his book this time, instead he sat and stared at Yukimura, his hands folded in his lap. Yukimura picked up the television remote and flipped the television on. After a few minutes of flipping through television shows Yukimura turned the television off and leaned back in the bed. Yagyuu still stared at him, his face inscrutable.
Yukimura frowned. Was Yagyuu shorter?
“Are you really giving up?” Yagyuu’s voice seemed off as well.
Yukimura sighed. “I’m not giving up Yagyuu. Tennis is impossible for me.” What was there to live for if not tennis?
Yagyuu’s lips twitched down. “Who said so? A nurse? Some doctor?”
Yukimura raised an eyebrow. He knew Yagyuu and Niou were learning eachother’s mannerisms but… “I was wondering when you’d come to see me Niou.” Yukimura had been expecting it. Niou always had been the most volatile of Rikkai before Kirihara had come along.
Niou as Yagyuu ignored him. “Who said you couldn’t play tennis.”
“Guillan-barre is a very debilitating disease.”
Niou stood, pulling off the fake glasses so Yukimura could feel the full extent of his glare. “So you’re just gonna give up?” Niou strode towards the bed where Yukimura lay convalescing.
“I’m not-“ Niou was on the bed, hovering over him. Yukimura would have felt unimpressed by Niou’s fury before. Now Yukimura just felt weak.
“Always win Rikkaidai.” Niou hissed. “You’re losing to a disease? Not even a real opponent! A disease! The doctor’s already beat it. The only thing holding you back is you captain.”
Yukimura arched an eyebrow, and when he spoke his quiet voice held a great deal of fury. “Niou. Get off.”
Niou moved closer. “You’re not losing. You’re forfeiting. That’s pathetic.”
“Niou.” Yukimura hissed, pressing his hand against Niou’s chest. “Go away.” Yukimura knew he was quitting, giving up without trying. But attempting to play tennis and failing would be horrible. Yukimura would rather give up now then face defeat because of a disease. At least now he could say it was his own choice.
“You lead us. Kirihara reached muga no kyouchi during his match against Fuji. Sanada let us beat the crap out of him because he thinks you’re mad because he lost. And you’re going to sit here feeling sorry for yourself?” Niou’s voice was filled with just as much anger as Yukimura’s. “You’re not the Yukimura we knew.”
Yukimura paused. Had the illness changed him that much?
“Three wins Yukimura.” Niou sat back on the bed. “You promised us three wins.” Retrieving his wig and fake glasses Niou tucked both objects into his pocket. “We’re waiting.”
Yukimura forgot to breath after the door closed behind him.
Three wins.
Reaching for the arm weights Yukimura began one slow painful curl. He had a team waiting for him.
“Buchou?” Kirihara’s voice was soft and unsure. “Are you really quitting tennis?”
Yukimura never answered.
“Good afternoon Yukimura.” Yagyuu greeted, the door closing softly behind him. Yukimura looked up. The weights his physical therapist had given him for arm exercises were sitting unused on the table. Yukimura didn’t see the point, if he would never play tennis then what was the point of working out?
Yagyuu didn’t open up his book this time, instead he sat and stared at Yukimura, his hands folded in his lap. Yukimura picked up the television remote and flipped the television on. After a few minutes of flipping through television shows Yukimura turned the television off and leaned back in the bed. Yagyuu still stared at him, his face inscrutable.
Yukimura frowned. Was Yagyuu shorter?
“Are you really giving up?” Yagyuu’s voice seemed off as well.
Yukimura sighed. “I’m not giving up Yagyuu. Tennis is impossible for me.” What was there to live for if not tennis?
Yagyuu’s lips twitched down. “Who said so? A nurse? Some doctor?”
Yukimura raised an eyebrow. He knew Yagyuu and Niou were learning eachother’s mannerisms but… “I was wondering when you’d come to see me Niou.” Yukimura had been expecting it. Niou always had been the most volatile of Rikkai before Kirihara had come along.
Niou as Yagyuu ignored him. “Who said you couldn’t play tennis.”
“Guillan-barre is a very debilitating disease.”
Niou stood, pulling off the fake glasses so Yukimura could feel the full extent of his glare. “So you’re just gonna give up?” Niou strode towards the bed where Yukimura lay convalescing.
“I’m not-“ Niou was on the bed, hovering over him. Yukimura would have felt unimpressed by Niou’s fury before. Now Yukimura just felt weak.
“Always win Rikkaidai.” Niou hissed. “You’re losing to a disease? Not even a real opponent! A disease! The doctor’s already beat it. The only thing holding you back is you captain.”
Yukimura arched an eyebrow, and when he spoke his quiet voice held a great deal of fury. “Niou. Get off.”
Niou moved closer. “You’re not losing. You’re forfeiting. That’s pathetic.”
“Niou.” Yukimura hissed, pressing his hand against Niou’s chest. “Go away.” Yukimura knew he was quitting, giving up without trying. But attempting to play tennis and failing would be horrible. Yukimura would rather give up now then face defeat because of a disease. At least now he could say it was his own choice.
“You lead us. Kirihara reached muga no kyouchi during his match against Fuji. Sanada let us beat the crap out of him because he thinks you’re mad because he lost. And you’re going to sit here feeling sorry for yourself?” Niou’s voice was filled with just as much anger as Yukimura’s. “You’re not the Yukimura we knew.”
Yukimura paused. Had the illness changed him that much?
“Three wins Yukimura.” Niou sat back on the bed. “You promised us three wins.” Retrieving his wig and fake glasses Niou tucked both objects into his pocket. “We’re waiting.”
Yukimura forgot to breath after the door closed behind him.
Three wins.
Reaching for the arm weights Yukimura began one slow painful curl. He had a team waiting for him.
