chineseink | [PoT] Glass House, PG, Angst, FujiRyo (Reply)

Title: Glass House
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: FujiRyo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Fuji, roses, angst, and a decided lack of Ryoma.

30_kisses theme: #19 red.

Glass House
by

meitachi

The rose is a deep red and when Fuji plucks out the petals one by one, letting them drop to the floor in a lazy, weightless drift, they look like little self-contained puddles of blood against his white rug and hardwood floor. Three hours he sits there and the night is bright in the dark sky, lights glittering through his balcony doors to cast glitter on the broken glass and catch reflection in the water. Six weeks since he’s had to clean up stray cat hairs and cook miso soup for breakfast. Two months since he’s had a warm body to tumble and cuddle and hold, warmth keeping away the sharp bitterness of the cold.

Four year anniversary and a tribute of crystal and tears on the ground, splashes of red and a lost rose… Fuji wonders where when how why it all went wrong and he’s left in a trail of eye-stinging dust where he can’t hear a predatory note in that voice or see a challenge in those eyes, golden like the sun and quicksilver bright.

The city envelops him daily and he escapes into the crowd until he can smile without anyone suspecting the secrets he hides, the pain he’s locked away in a shell of numbness. Nine years they’ve known each other and an eternity they’ve been apart, with a reprieve that’s only lasted a blink of the eye, full of soft breaths and warm kisses and a comfort, a contentedness, which feels only the more right when they challenge each other and push each other higher.

Perfection captured in moment, over in the next; photography applied to philosophy and Fuji’s never been so bitter of a memory. Pervasive sadness in knowing nothing can be changed because their lives are discrete entities: one of dazzling people and soft words to elicit the perfect smile and the flash of a light, seven clicks per second; and another of harsh breathing and cheers and straining on the courts until the win. Conflict in Eden was their albatross—not enough, never enough, time.

Roses wilt like promises and hopes and the travesty of reality intrudes on the most beautiful of dream worlds, a floating world where wax wings never melt and flying into the sun is possible. Hold my hand and say my name and the red staining the ground is in actuality seven million butterflies flapping over a field of dreams. Smile and kiss me and we can pretend in our make-believe world before the vase falls and the glass shatters and—

—it’s been six weeks and an eternal heartache flavored bitter by resentment at understanding.

Could’ve been better irrational, unfair, unreasonable, and Fuji wishes he could blame the world for the way it is but his cynicism tells him life goes on and he’s only lost the light of the sun so let him wander by the light of the moon, faded and serene, broken and with fingertips stained dark red.

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Started/Finished: 10.12.2005