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Random drabble inspired by Angel!Tezuka from the OVA opening. Takes most of its canon from Genius 270-272, which presumably will show up in the OVAs. Not particularly spoilery, pre-TezuRyo on about the same level as canon.
Ryoma stares. Buchou is tall and stern and utterly commanding, and the annoying opponent - Ryoma has forgotten his name already - looks very taken aback.
"The racquet should not be used to hurt others." Ryoma can see Tezuka clench his own fist tighter around his grip, and then...
He feels his mouth fall open. Buchou - buchou is glowing. Not the golden aura of the Zone, but something entirely new; a pure white that is bright enough to make his eyes water. There are gasps all around the fence, and the opponent looks like he can't believe his eyes.
Buchou is growing wings. Wings of light. He's been reborn, Ryoma thinks with a sudden clarity, watching wide-eyed as Tezuka returns everything the opponent can throw at him. He's like a wall, implacable; Ryoma remembers words in his own mouth - I'm going to go higher. For the first time, he sees how far he still has to go.
No one applauds when buchou wins. The Regulars are gaping almost as much as the other school; Ryoma glances around, then shrugs his shoulders and heads off to find a Ponta machine. The sun is hot on his head, and he stares up at the sky as he wanders back to the court. There are fuzzy white vapour trails criss-crossing the blue, making a pattern that looks a little like a court when he squints his eyes shut against the glare.
Buchou is already gone when he gets back, but Ryoma knows exactly where he will be. It must be cooler in the shade; Tezuka is wearing his jacket, and ignoring whatever Fuji-senpai is talking about. Ryoma hangs back for a second, watching them. Buchou looks like himself again; there is no trace of whatever had happened on the court.
Wings, Ryoma thinks. He nods to himself as Tezuka turns around, looking straight at him.
"What is it, Echizen...?"
"I remember you telling me once... to become Seigaku's pillar of support."
"What about it?"
Ryoma looks up, and grins. There's nothing else for it, now. He's going to have to learn to fly, too.
Ryoma stares. Buchou is tall and stern and utterly commanding, and the annoying opponent - Ryoma has forgotten his name already - looks very taken aback.
"The racquet should not be used to hurt others." Ryoma can see Tezuka clench his own fist tighter around his grip, and then...
He feels his mouth fall open. Buchou - buchou is glowing. Not the golden aura of the Zone, but something entirely new; a pure white that is bright enough to make his eyes water. There are gasps all around the fence, and the opponent looks like he can't believe his eyes.
Buchou is growing wings. Wings of light. He's been reborn, Ryoma thinks with a sudden clarity, watching wide-eyed as Tezuka returns everything the opponent can throw at him. He's like a wall, implacable; Ryoma remembers words in his own mouth - I'm going to go higher. For the first time, he sees how far he still has to go.
No one applauds when buchou wins. The Regulars are gaping almost as much as the other school; Ryoma glances around, then shrugs his shoulders and heads off to find a Ponta machine. The sun is hot on his head, and he stares up at the sky as he wanders back to the court. There are fuzzy white vapour trails criss-crossing the blue, making a pattern that looks a little like a court when he squints his eyes shut against the glare.
Buchou is already gone when he gets back, but Ryoma knows exactly where he will be. It must be cooler in the shade; Tezuka is wearing his jacket, and ignoring whatever Fuji-senpai is talking about. Ryoma hangs back for a second, watching them. Buchou looks like himself again; there is no trace of whatever had happened on the court.
Wings, Ryoma thinks. He nods to himself as Tezuka turns around, looking straight at him.
"What is it, Echizen...?"
"I remember you telling me once... to become Seigaku's pillar of support."
"What about it?"
Ryoma looks up, and grins. There's nothing else for it, now. He's going to have to learn to fly, too.