FANDOM: Prince of Tennis
PAIRING: Inui/Eiji (very slight GP)
SUMMARY: He can always tell when Inui is near.
There are those unusual moments when the wind gushes by so fast, Eiji’s ears perk up and every muscle in his body automatically tightens. It’s an odd feeling, like some invisible vine is creeping up his back, encircling his arms, winding about his neck, and tickling his cheek.
For that split second, he is forced to stop whatever he is doing and instead stare out into oblivion, anticipating with butterflies in his stomach. The wind stops like clockwork. His lips seem dry, his eyes water, sweat clings to his body, he can no longer feel his legs.
“Eiji, what’s the matter?” Blinking rapidly, he turns to face Oishi with an apologetic grin. A hand runs through his red hair. He isn’t so sure whether it’s his own or his partner’s.
“Sorry ‘bout that.” Nevertheless, he reaches for the fallen tennis ball and gets ready to serve, “Let’s continue.”
A firm hand on his arm – probably the one that was in his hair since he doesn’t feel the ruffling anymore – stops him. “We’ve been practicing for hours, maybe you need some rest. Don’t worry, we can always continue tomorrow.”
He slowly nods in response, turns away, and wipes an arm against his forehead. Oishi walks off, looking back to him until he reaches the end of the court. But Eiji doesn’t notice. His heart is beating so fast, he can hear it. His palms itch terribly, though he likes to believe that it is all in his mind.
He lets out a deep breath, counting silently, waiting, waiting, waiting…
He hears the distinct sound of footsteps, heavier than his own, confident, striding, with purpose. He allows his eyes to close for a while, drinking in the calmness, the security, and also the trepidation of knowing what is to come.
The footsteps come to a halt.
“Kikumaru—” And then, everything starts to move again.
“No! I am not going to try your new Inui Juice, no matter what you say, nya!” Eiji snaps, whips his arm out for emphasis and storms off.
A foreboding sort of light hits a pair of spectacles then.
“Senses heightened by 23.4%,” the data specialist tips the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose; a small knowing smile curves his lips. “Ii data."