|sasuko (sasuko) wrote in scene2fic,|
@ 2007-09-23 10:22:00
And there be some
Title: And there be some
Characters: Fujiwara Takumi (oblique reference to Miura Ranmaru)
Disclaimer: Miura Ranmaru and Fujiwara Takumi are the results of Yagami Hiroki's Dear Boys.
Fandom: Dear Boys
Prompt: Originally began as the hairbrush prompt for Miura from 50episodes, then somehow wandered into this little scene, which seems to be more fitting for the "Determination" prompt in 100emotions instead.
He neither knocked nor hesitated when he came to the door, but rather threw it open as if the room were his own. "Oi, Miura!" he said, "Let's go get--" Then he stopped in mid-sentence.
The room was bereft of the familiar articles that used to decorate Miura's typically minimalistic room. The bed was neatly made, and upon it lay a hairbrush upon a single white envelope. Already he had an idea on what it would contain, and it was with a clenched fist that he pushed aside the hairbrush and picked up the envelope.
Sure enough, his name stood out a brilliant blue against the clean white of the envelope.
For a moment he hesitated, then tore the envelope open and shook out the single sheet of paper it contained.
"Fuji," the short note said simply, "I won't be around for the competition. Take care of yourself. Be sure not to overexert your knee. Miura."
Fujiwara growled and crumpled the note into a ball, then flopped onto the bed and repeatedly punched his fist against the bedspread.
"Damn," he raged. Already he could guess what Miura had been thinking as he wrote the note.
"I'm not needed here," Miura had probably omitted from his note, "I know you'll do just as well with Enomoto and Aikawa."
And it was that concept that Fujiwara could not wrap his mind around.
While he had expected that the combined presence of competition from Aikawa and Enomoto would probably pressurise Miura some, he had not anticipated that Miura would just leave. Had they not gone through thick and thin together? And weren't they the best of pals? How then could Miura leave without so much as a word? And how could he possibly imagine that Fujiwara would be able to continue competing without him? Didn't he realise that near telepathy that they had had pulled them out of countless sticky situations?
"You idiot," he said to his mental image of his friend. "You freaking idiot."
A rush of adrenaline came over him just then, and he knew then just what he had to do. Pushing himself off the bed, he marched out of the room with a determined expression on his face.
It was time for him to track the idiot down.