Prince of Tennis: Ibu Shinji, 016: Purple
Title: Bruise
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Echizen Ryoma, Kirihara Akaya, Kawamura Takashi
Prompt: 016: Purple
Word Count: 737
Rating: PG-13 for attempt of some not nice things.
Summary: Purple for pain, purple for healing.
Author's Notes: Shinji and Kirihara are 15, Kawamura is 16, Echizen is 14.
I know this probably isn’t my best work, but after some recent events, it *had* to be written. I wrote this for me, so if you don’t like the subject, do me a favor and don’t leave any reviews trashing it.
Main table can be found here
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It was big and obvious and Shinji had no idea how he was going to hide it.
The bruise spread over Shinji’s cheek and jaw, blue and purple and green, but mostly purple, and Shinji didn’t mind that so much because purple was his favorite color, though it had never meant pain to him before and now it did, so if he had to have a bruise at all, there were worse colors for it to be, he supposed. Like orange, because Shinji hated all orange things, and orange on his face would be worse than just about anything he could imagine.
Except for the fact that people would see this purple, see the bruise, because nothing could hide it. He couldn’t wear clothing on his face and even if he wanted steal his mother’s makeup, there wasn’t enough to really make a difference, anyway.
So Shinji just stared in the mirror.
He had said no.
Shinji had shouted, fought it. He hadn’t wanted to have anything to do with him. Ever since Tachibana-san, he hadn’t trusted Kirihara, and even when he tried to act good, Shinji still hadn’t trusted him.
He wished that he hadn’t been justified.
He had yelled, kicked, screamed, bit, scratched, fought. All he had been able to see was Kirihara’s red eyes, all he had been able to feel was the throbbing in his jaw from where Kirihara had punched him, the burning scrapes on his back where Kirihara had shoved him to the ground, but still he had fought.
And it almost hadn’t been enough.
As hard as Shinji had fought, Kirihara had been fiercer, stronger. Shinji hadn’t given up, though. He was going to fight during the whole thing, even if it still had to happen.
But then salvation arrived, clad in a Seigaku uniform.
It had been sheer luck that Kawamura had been in the area, working with Ishida on hadokyuu variations. He had heard the scuffle on his way home…and there were some things that Kawamura didn’t need a racquet to burn over.
He had helped Shinji home, promised to not say a word to Ishida. Shinji had made a mistake, though, by narrowing Kawamura’s focus, because not an hour later, while Shinji was staring at his purple face and trying to only think about the colors and not the cause, Echizen knocked on his front door.
Shinji let him in silently, and they sat in his room in silence. The only movement from either of them was when Echizen slipped out of the room, then returned with a bag of ice that he pressed to Shinji’s jaw.
Still neither of them spoke.
After a few hours, Echizen stood. “Kawamura-senpai said it was Kirihara.”
Shinji nodded carefully.
Echizen nodded as well, then left.
It took three days for the tales to reach their area. Three days where Shinji lied to his family and friends, told them plausible stories to explain the purple fading to yellow.
Shinji kind of missed the purple.
The stories that reached them told of a gold-eyes demon that med the red-eyed one in combat and defeated him, left the red-eyed demon broken and bleeding.
Shinji got the true story from Ishida, who got it from Kawamura, who got it from Tezuka, who heard it when Yukimura called to complain about Tezuka’s former charge’s actions against his own.
The day after Echizen had sat with Shinji, he took a train, walked onto Rikkai territory, challenged Kirihara…and beat him down so thoroughly and violently that even those who had seen the Demon in action had been scared of Echizen.
Everyone had been mystified by Echizen’s actions. But not Shinji. Not Kawamura, either, who must’ve informed Tezuka about the circumstances surrounding the incident, because not too long after the story reached Shinji, he got a call from Yukimura, who was apologizing on Kirihara’s behalf.
Yukimura hadn’t sounded the least bit sincere. Shinji was polite but didn’t believe a single word the former captain had said.
The next day, Echizen turned up on Shinji’s doorstep again. The same pattern was followed, but this time, Shinji opened his mouth to break the silence. He meant to thank Echizen, berate him, something.
Instead he started to cry. And Echizen held Shinji against him and let him sob.
Shinji cried against Echizen’s purple jacket, and for the first time since the incident, purple didn’t make Shinji think of pain.
--The End--
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Ibu Shinji, Echizen Ryoma, Kirihara Akaya, Kawamura Takashi
Prompt: 016: Purple
Word Count: 737
Rating: PG-13 for attempt of some not nice things.
Summary: Purple for pain, purple for healing.
Author's Notes: Shinji and Kirihara are 15, Kawamura is 16, Echizen is 14.
I know this probably isn’t my best work, but after some recent events, it *had* to be written. I wrote this for me, so if you don’t like the subject, do me a favor and don’t leave any reviews trashing it.
Main table can be found here
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was big and obvious and Shinji had no idea how he was going to hide it.
The bruise spread over Shinji’s cheek and jaw, blue and purple and green, but mostly purple, and Shinji didn’t mind that so much because purple was his favorite color, though it had never meant pain to him before and now it did, so if he had to have a bruise at all, there were worse colors for it to be, he supposed. Like orange, because Shinji hated all orange things, and orange on his face would be worse than just about anything he could imagine.
Except for the fact that people would see this purple, see the bruise, because nothing could hide it. He couldn’t wear clothing on his face and even if he wanted steal his mother’s makeup, there wasn’t enough to really make a difference, anyway.
So Shinji just stared in the mirror.
He had said no.
Shinji had shouted, fought it. He hadn’t wanted to have anything to do with him. Ever since Tachibana-san, he hadn’t trusted Kirihara, and even when he tried to act good, Shinji still hadn’t trusted him.
He wished that he hadn’t been justified.
He had yelled, kicked, screamed, bit, scratched, fought. All he had been able to see was Kirihara’s red eyes, all he had been able to feel was the throbbing in his jaw from where Kirihara had punched him, the burning scrapes on his back where Kirihara had shoved him to the ground, but still he had fought.
And it almost hadn’t been enough.
As hard as Shinji had fought, Kirihara had been fiercer, stronger. Shinji hadn’t given up, though. He was going to fight during the whole thing, even if it still had to happen.
But then salvation arrived, clad in a Seigaku uniform.
It had been sheer luck that Kawamura had been in the area, working with Ishida on hadokyuu variations. He had heard the scuffle on his way home…and there were some things that Kawamura didn’t need a racquet to burn over.
He had helped Shinji home, promised to not say a word to Ishida. Shinji had made a mistake, though, by narrowing Kawamura’s focus, because not an hour later, while Shinji was staring at his purple face and trying to only think about the colors and not the cause, Echizen knocked on his front door.
Shinji let him in silently, and they sat in his room in silence. The only movement from either of them was when Echizen slipped out of the room, then returned with a bag of ice that he pressed to Shinji’s jaw.
Still neither of them spoke.
After a few hours, Echizen stood. “Kawamura-senpai said it was Kirihara.”
Shinji nodded carefully.
Echizen nodded as well, then left.
It took three days for the tales to reach their area. Three days where Shinji lied to his family and friends, told them plausible stories to explain the purple fading to yellow.
Shinji kind of missed the purple.
The stories that reached them told of a gold-eyes demon that med the red-eyed one in combat and defeated him, left the red-eyed demon broken and bleeding.
Shinji got the true story from Ishida, who got it from Kawamura, who got it from Tezuka, who heard it when Yukimura called to complain about Tezuka’s former charge’s actions against his own.
The day after Echizen had sat with Shinji, he took a train, walked onto Rikkai territory, challenged Kirihara…and beat him down so thoroughly and violently that even those who had seen the Demon in action had been scared of Echizen.
Everyone had been mystified by Echizen’s actions. But not Shinji. Not Kawamura, either, who must’ve informed Tezuka about the circumstances surrounding the incident, because not too long after the story reached Shinji, he got a call from Yukimura, who was apologizing on Kirihara’s behalf.
Yukimura hadn’t sounded the least bit sincere. Shinji was polite but didn’t believe a single word the former captain had said.
The next day, Echizen turned up on Shinji’s doorstep again. The same pattern was followed, but this time, Shinji opened his mouth to break the silence. He meant to thank Echizen, berate him, something.
Instead he started to cry. And Echizen held Shinji against him and let him sob.
Shinji cried against Echizen’s purple jacket, and for the first time since the incident, purple didn’t make Shinji think of pain.
--The End--