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rensahannouTitle: "Keeping Promises"
Author: Kaede (me!)
Rating: G, I would think
Characters: Oishi and Eiji
Warnings: Kind of a spoiler for the first OAV, and whatever corresponds to that in the manga (in regards to Oishi), although nothing is actually mentioned. Also, angst.
Notes: This is the result of a weird combination of what is in the first OAV, what I've heard happened in the manga, and what I thought about one morning before I was actually fully awake. If you've seen the OAV or read whatever manga chapter that is, you'll know what's going on. If not, you probably won't.
Length: a little under 900 words
Extra notes: This is the first full fanfic I've ever written. I'm so glad I actually finally finished something!! I actually started writing another Golden Pair one a while ago, but I wanted something done in time for Oishi's birthday (this Sunday, the 30th!), and that one's going to be taking a while longer, so I decided to write something shorter. However, this fic isn't exactly the best birthday present for poor Oishi, so if I have time I think I'll write another one of the short-fic ideas I have. This is also the first time I've ever written a story in the present tense. It just seemed to fit better, and it was fun writing that way. : ) Oh, and this is un-beta-read, because I don't know anyone to ask to beta-read things. *sweatdrop* Comments and (constructive) criticism welcome!
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Keeping Promises
“Why?!” Eiji asks again, his fist full of Oishi’s shirt, tears filling his eyes. “Why?!”
“...I don’t know,” Oishi finally answers, not looking at him. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
Eiji doesn’t let go. He stands there, shaking slightly with anger and sadness and intense disbelief, his face contorted like there’s something more he wants to say but he doesn’t know what it is. “Why?” he asks again, his voice soft and cracking.
Suddenly Oishi brings his arms up in a tight, assuaging hug, and Eiji is too preoccupied to be surprised. “I’m sorry,” he says into Eiji’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I...I had to.”
Eiji closes his eyes, and the tears run down his face. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows this already, that Oishi had no choice, but he doesn’t want to stop being angry yet. He shouldn’t have to. He is still shaking and gritting his teeth, and he lets go of Oishi’s shirt to wipe the tears from his face.
It is as he jostles Oishi’s right arm and he feels Oishi wince slightly that Eiji stops shaking and opens his eyes, a sudden realization overcoming him, followed by a firm resolution. He carefully pulls Oishi’s arms away from him and gently holds Oishi’s wrists, being especially careful with the right one. He takes a step back as Oishi lifts his head, so that they are now looking each other in the eyes.
“Fine,” Eiji says, his voice remarkably steady, the anger still in his eyes now joined by concern and something like defiance. “Fine. If this is what you think you have to do to keep your promise to Tezuka, to everyone – fine. I’ll play without you. I’ll play singles. And I’ll win. Because there is no way I’m letting you not keep your promise to me.” Eiji wills back the tears that are threatening to form again. Oishi doesn’t. He starts to open his mouth to speak, unsure of what it is he wants to say, but Eiji doesn’t let him figure it out. “So come on,” he says firmly, dropping Oishi’s right wrist and sliding his own right hand into Oishi’s left. He starts walking, pulling Oishi along with him.
“Where are we going?” Oishi asks, somewhat startled, his voice shaky.
“The hospital.”
“Oh.” Oishi looks down at his wrist. It doesn’t really hurt that much. He had planned on waiting until tomorrow. But he doesn’t protest. He doesn’t say anything, because he can’t figure out how Eiji is feeling.
When they get to the bus stop, Eiji is still holding Oishi’s hand. Oishi thinks maybe he doesn’t realize, so he risks mentioning it. “Eiji...,” he says, delicately. “You...can let go now...”
Eiji tightens his grip. He doesn’t look at Oishi.
Oishi’s eyes widen, and in spite of it all, he feels himself blushing. “Eiji...” he says again, his voice a worried whisper. “People...will...”
“Will what?” Eiji asks curtly, still not turning around.
Oishi averts his eyes, though since Eiji isn’t looking at him, he’s not sure why. “People will...think...things.”
Eiji huffs with a sort of dry amusement, and Oishi can practically feel him rolling his eyes. “People already think things, Oishi.”
Oishi looks up in shock and tries to let his hand fall, but Eiji doesn’t loosen his grasp. Eiji turns to face him finally, and the defiance is now blatantly evident in his eyes. It’s similar to the look he gets when he’s determined to win a match, but there’s something distinctly different. Oishi is reminded of what drew him to Eiji in the first place; of what has continued to draw him to Eiji since.
“I don’t care what people think.” Eiji’s voice is cool and almost detached, but Oishi is sure he hears a threat in it somewhere. He’s not sure whether it is a threat towards him or the world in general. “Do you?”
Oishi thinks it’s a silly question, but he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t have time to figure it out, because Eiji expects an answer.
“No.” He squeezes Eiji’s hand slightly to prove it.
Eiji smiles, for the first time in what has seemed like forever but what can’t have been more than a couple of hours. When Eiji smiles, Oishi smiles back, and it feels as if he has suddenly remembered to breathe again. His shoulders relax, and he is now acutely aware of a throbbing pain in his right wrist. He flinches, closes his eyes and curses silently at himself. A slight increase in the pressure on his left hand makes his eyes open again. Eiji is still looking at him, but the smile is gone.
“I’m fine,” Oishi says.
“No you’re not,” Eiji responds immediately. “Don’t lie to me, Oishi.”
Oishi feels something knot inside of him. “Sorry,” he says. It’s all he can think to say.
“I know.” Eiji’s expression is searching. Oishi wonders what he is thinking. Eiji gives a small sigh and turns away, and Oishi wonders if he found what he was looking for. “Here comes the bus,” he says, and Oishi turns as well, to see it coming around the corner.
Neither one of them is okay, Eiji knows. But as he gives Oishi’s hand a quick squeeze and feels it returned, he knows they can be. They will be. They have to be.
Author: Kaede (me!)
Rating: G, I would think
Characters: Oishi and Eiji
Warnings: Kind of a spoiler for the first OAV, and whatever corresponds to that in the manga (in regards to Oishi), although nothing is actually mentioned. Also, angst.
Notes: This is the result of a weird combination of what is in the first OAV, what I've heard happened in the manga, and what I thought about one morning before I was actually fully awake. If you've seen the OAV or read whatever manga chapter that is, you'll know what's going on. If not, you probably won't.
Length: a little under 900 words
Extra notes: This is the first full fanfic I've ever written. I'm so glad I actually finally finished something!! I actually started writing another Golden Pair one a while ago, but I wanted something done in time for Oishi's birthday (this Sunday, the 30th!), and that one's going to be taking a while longer, so I decided to write something shorter. However, this fic isn't exactly the best birthday present for poor Oishi, so if I have time I think I'll write another one of the short-fic ideas I have. This is also the first time I've ever written a story in the present tense. It just seemed to fit better, and it was fun writing that way. : ) Oh, and this is un-beta-read, because I don't know anyone to ask to beta-read things. *sweatdrop* Comments and (constructive) criticism welcome!
Cross-posted to
golden_pairKeeping Promises
“Why?!” Eiji asks again, his fist full of Oishi’s shirt, tears filling his eyes. “Why?!”
“...I don’t know,” Oishi finally answers, not looking at him. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
Eiji doesn’t let go. He stands there, shaking slightly with anger and sadness and intense disbelief, his face contorted like there’s something more he wants to say but he doesn’t know what it is. “Why?” he asks again, his voice soft and cracking.
Suddenly Oishi brings his arms up in a tight, assuaging hug, and Eiji is too preoccupied to be surprised. “I’m sorry,” he says into Eiji’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I...I had to.”
Eiji closes his eyes, and the tears run down his face. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows this already, that Oishi had no choice, but he doesn’t want to stop being angry yet. He shouldn’t have to. He is still shaking and gritting his teeth, and he lets go of Oishi’s shirt to wipe the tears from his face.
It is as he jostles Oishi’s right arm and he feels Oishi wince slightly that Eiji stops shaking and opens his eyes, a sudden realization overcoming him, followed by a firm resolution. He carefully pulls Oishi’s arms away from him and gently holds Oishi’s wrists, being especially careful with the right one. He takes a step back as Oishi lifts his head, so that they are now looking each other in the eyes.
“Fine,” Eiji says, his voice remarkably steady, the anger still in his eyes now joined by concern and something like defiance. “Fine. If this is what you think you have to do to keep your promise to Tezuka, to everyone – fine. I’ll play without you. I’ll play singles. And I’ll win. Because there is no way I’m letting you not keep your promise to me.” Eiji wills back the tears that are threatening to form again. Oishi doesn’t. He starts to open his mouth to speak, unsure of what it is he wants to say, but Eiji doesn’t let him figure it out. “So come on,” he says firmly, dropping Oishi’s right wrist and sliding his own right hand into Oishi’s left. He starts walking, pulling Oishi along with him.
“Where are we going?” Oishi asks, somewhat startled, his voice shaky.
“The hospital.”
“Oh.” Oishi looks down at his wrist. It doesn’t really hurt that much. He had planned on waiting until tomorrow. But he doesn’t protest. He doesn’t say anything, because he can’t figure out how Eiji is feeling.
When they get to the bus stop, Eiji is still holding Oishi’s hand. Oishi thinks maybe he doesn’t realize, so he risks mentioning it. “Eiji...,” he says, delicately. “You...can let go now...”
Eiji tightens his grip. He doesn’t look at Oishi.
Oishi’s eyes widen, and in spite of it all, he feels himself blushing. “Eiji...” he says again, his voice a worried whisper. “People...will...”
“Will what?” Eiji asks curtly, still not turning around.
Oishi averts his eyes, though since Eiji isn’t looking at him, he’s not sure why. “People will...think...things.”
Eiji huffs with a sort of dry amusement, and Oishi can practically feel him rolling his eyes. “People already think things, Oishi.”
Oishi looks up in shock and tries to let his hand fall, but Eiji doesn’t loosen his grasp. Eiji turns to face him finally, and the defiance is now blatantly evident in his eyes. It’s similar to the look he gets when he’s determined to win a match, but there’s something distinctly different. Oishi is reminded of what drew him to Eiji in the first place; of what has continued to draw him to Eiji since.
“I don’t care what people think.” Eiji’s voice is cool and almost detached, but Oishi is sure he hears a threat in it somewhere. He’s not sure whether it is a threat towards him or the world in general. “Do you?”
Oishi thinks it’s a silly question, but he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t have time to figure it out, because Eiji expects an answer.
“No.” He squeezes Eiji’s hand slightly to prove it.
Eiji smiles, for the first time in what has seemed like forever but what can’t have been more than a couple of hours. When Eiji smiles, Oishi smiles back, and it feels as if he has suddenly remembered to breathe again. His shoulders relax, and he is now acutely aware of a throbbing pain in his right wrist. He flinches, closes his eyes and curses silently at himself. A slight increase in the pressure on his left hand makes his eyes open again. Eiji is still looking at him, but the smile is gone.
“I’m fine,” Oishi says.
“No you’re not,” Eiji responds immediately. “Don’t lie to me, Oishi.”
Oishi feels something knot inside of him. “Sorry,” he says. It’s all he can think to say.
“I know.” Eiji’s expression is searching. Oishi wonders what he is thinking. Eiji gives a small sigh and turns away, and Oishi wonders if he found what he was looking for. “Here comes the bus,” he says, and Oishi turns as well, to see it coming around the corner.
Neither one of them is okay, Eiji knows. But as he gives Oishi’s hand a quick squeeze and feels it returned, he knows they can be. They will be. They have to be.
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Date: 2006-04-27 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-04-27 09:09 am (UTC)And how can Oishi not know people think things about them? How could people not? :D
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Date: 2006-09-28 10:34 pm (UTC)Haha, I'll even go so far as to say that it almost works as a perfect prequel to my own one-shot, but I'll leave the final judgement up to you after you've read it XD Now I can't wait to see what you're working on with your next GP project, and I'm really excited and happy that you're contining to write for them ^_^ Keep up the good work! ♥
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Date: 2006-09-29 12:13 am (UTC)And you're right! I went ahead and read "Second Chances" just now, and this one does work as a prequel! That amuses me. :D I'm going to go leave a comment on "Second Chances" now, but I apologize in advance, because it won't be as good of a comment as yours was~
Ahh, and thanks to your wonderful comment, now I wanna write, but my evil schoolwork won't let me. Well, it won't let me write fics, at least. :)