[Tango] Battle
This was originally for lumelle ”lumelle” but it is fail and written at three in the morning so I still owe her one. orz
Title: Battle
Characters/Pairing: Sanada, Atobe / SanaAtobe
Word Count: +/- 495
Rating: PG
It had always been a battle of superiority when it came to Atobe Keigo and Sanada Genichirou. Ever since the beginning of middle school, they’d sworn each other as rivals until they could find a victor in their battles of strength and speed, stamina and skill. They would swap wins with each match they played, official and unofficial, and where their schools ranked at the end of the tennis season didn’t matter at all, because this was their own personal score to settle.
All through middle school, Rikkai had kept the title of champion but the introduction into the high school circuit switched things up and had Hyoutei at top for the first year.
It was the peak of their senior year that they decided would be the time for their final match. The time to finally pick a winner for their endless war. Rikkai had finally managed to luck out in the picking of the pools and was to face Hyoutei in the finals.
The schools were even in every way, singles one being played the settle the draw. Yukimura had fallen to his sickness and given up tennis at the start of their high school freshman year, so singles one had been left to Sanada. Atobe refused to give the top spot to anyone in the finals and as they squared each other up across the net, the entire crowd fell into silence.
“It’s your turn to lose, Genichirou,” Atobe smirked at the capped boy before he turned around with a flourish and lifted his hand to the air. A snap of his fingers and the crowd burst into noise, the Hyoutei cheering squad, and some of the other schools, cheering for Atobe’s win.
Sanada just turned on his heel and got ready to serve.
The match that followed would easily be a match to be remembered by everyone for years to come. It lasted so long that the referee had to call time at 2-1 to Sanada because it was nearly eight. The match resumed the next day at ten and continued until eight again, finishing with a score of 5-4 in Atobe’s favour. The third day finished somewhere close to three at the start of a 6-6 tiebreak. Both players had collapsed from sheer exhaustion and it seemed that there was no way to determine a winner between them.
For years to come, they continued to play for the top spot, carrying their battle into the pro circuit. It took breaks only for serious moments, like the passing of Sanada’s father and his inheritance of the family dojo and a few years later for the passing of Atobe’s own father and his own inheritance which forced him to quit professional tennis completely.
It was then they decided to call a truce, convinced there would never be an end to their war. At least not on the court.
“You really think you can top me, Genichirou? I’d like to see you try.”
Title: Battle
Characters/Pairing: Sanada, Atobe / SanaAtobe
Word Count: +/- 495
Rating: PG
It had always been a battle of superiority when it came to Atobe Keigo and Sanada Genichirou. Ever since the beginning of middle school, they’d sworn each other as rivals until they could find a victor in their battles of strength and speed, stamina and skill. They would swap wins with each match they played, official and unofficial, and where their schools ranked at the end of the tennis season didn’t matter at all, because this was their own personal score to settle.
All through middle school, Rikkai had kept the title of champion but the introduction into the high school circuit switched things up and had Hyoutei at top for the first year.
It was the peak of their senior year that they decided would be the time for their final match. The time to finally pick a winner for their endless war. Rikkai had finally managed to luck out in the picking of the pools and was to face Hyoutei in the finals.
The schools were even in every way, singles one being played the settle the draw. Yukimura had fallen to his sickness and given up tennis at the start of their high school freshman year, so singles one had been left to Sanada. Atobe refused to give the top spot to anyone in the finals and as they squared each other up across the net, the entire crowd fell into silence.
“It’s your turn to lose, Genichirou,” Atobe smirked at the capped boy before he turned around with a flourish and lifted his hand to the air. A snap of his fingers and the crowd burst into noise, the Hyoutei cheering squad, and some of the other schools, cheering for Atobe’s win.
Sanada just turned on his heel and got ready to serve.
The match that followed would easily be a match to be remembered by everyone for years to come. It lasted so long that the referee had to call time at 2-1 to Sanada because it was nearly eight. The match resumed the next day at ten and continued until eight again, finishing with a score of 5-4 in Atobe’s favour. The third day finished somewhere close to three at the start of a 6-6 tiebreak. Both players had collapsed from sheer exhaustion and it seemed that there was no way to determine a winner between them.
For years to come, they continued to play for the top spot, carrying their battle into the pro circuit. It took breaks only for serious moments, like the passing of Sanada’s father and his inheritance of the family dojo and a few years later for the passing of Atobe’s own father and his own inheritance which forced him to quit professional tennis completely.
It was then they decided to call a truce, convinced there would never be an end to their war. At least not on the court.
“You really think you can top me, Genichirou? I’d like to see you try.”