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Apr. 6th, 2008 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTezuka liked this street court. The court by the train tracks was one of Tezuka’s favorites.
It was far enough away from most of the schools that it did not get regular traffic from other tennis playing teens, and if Tezuka was careful to pick his hours he could make sure not to play on it the same time as the nearby college students or any businessmen. Tezuka did not hook his fingers through the chain link and stare wistfully at the street court. His arm hurt too much to even attempt such a thing, and he was not the type to stare wistfully at anything. Instead Tezuka opened up the court’s gate with his good arm and stepped inside. Taking a seat on the coach’s bench Tezuka stared contemplatively at the court.
He was leaving for Germany tomorrow.
Tezuka did not know how long he had sat there before there was the scuff of sandals against clay and a pair of dirty feet appeared in his vision. Tezuka looked up at the man, but the sun was situated in such a way that the man’s face was hidden from Tezuka’s view, a halo of light blinding Tezuka momentarily. “Oi, you should not just be sitting around kid, somebody might want to use the court!”
The man’s voice was loud and obnoxious. Tezuka stood, the man not bothering to make any room for him so Tezuka was inches away from the man’s face. “I apologize.” The unshaven face looked familiar.
It broke into a grin and Tezuka found himself pushed towards the court. “Good, good, now that you’re up we can have a game.”
Tezuka blinked in confusion. “A game.”
“Yeah.” The man pushed Tezuka onto the far court before taking his spot on the court nearest the exit. Tezuka was reconsidering not bringing his cellphone with him, obviously this man was insane.
“I do not have a tennis racket. Neither do you.” The man’s hands were empty and as voluminous as his pants were Tezuka doubted the man was hiding a racket in there.
“Who needs rackets or balls.” The man tapped at his temple. “The real game, Tezuka Kunimitsu, is all up here.”
Tezuka stared at this strange man, this strange man with dark brown and glittering eyes and a very familiar cocky smirk. “Samurai Nanjirou.”
“In the flesh.” Nanjirou hopped out of his sandals and preformed an impromptu bow. “Now let’s decide service."
He was leaving for Germany tomorrow.
Tezuka did not know how long he had sat there before there was the scuff of sandals against clay and a pair of dirty feet appeared in his vision. Tezuka looked up at the man, but the sun was situated in such a way that the man’s face was hidden from Tezuka’s view, a halo of light blinding Tezuka momentarily. “Oi, you should not just be sitting around kid, somebody might want to use the court!”
The man’s voice was loud and obnoxious. Tezuka stood, the man not bothering to make any room for him so Tezuka was inches away from the man’s face. “I apologize.” The unshaven face looked familiar.
It broke into a grin and Tezuka found himself pushed towards the court. “Good, good, now that you’re up we can have a game.”
Tezuka blinked in confusion. “A game.”
“Yeah.” The man pushed Tezuka onto the far court before taking his spot on the court nearest the exit. Tezuka was reconsidering not bringing his cellphone with him, obviously this man was insane.
“I do not have a tennis racket. Neither do you.” The man’s hands were empty and as voluminous as his pants were Tezuka doubted the man was hiding a racket in there.
“Who needs rackets or balls.” The man tapped at his temple. “The real game, Tezuka Kunimitsu, is all up here.”
Tezuka stared at this strange man, this strange man with dark brown and glittering eyes and a very familiar cocky smirk. “Samurai Nanjirou.”
“In the flesh.” Nanjirou hopped out of his sandals and preformed an impromptu bow. “Now let’s decide service."
