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Chapter Two - Game or talk
Ryoma could not figure out what to think of the surroundings. The hall was certainly large enough to be used for even larger games, but the thought of a modern seeming gym hall inside a very old castle seemed like forcing wrong pieces of a puzzle together with scissors, glue and force.
Duo eyed his challenger from toes to head several times. Perhaps he would have felt less pressure if he didn’t insist to himself he was the most beautiful boy staying here. He felt he wanted to check on any new rivals, and this one was interesting. He knew the newcomer was a bit younger than him, though only a bit shorter. And that boy looked strong… interesting, to say the least. And Ryoma did notice he was being watched, or more like stared.
“Just for fun, don’t get too serious” Duo suggested and bounced the ball to Ryoma. With simple and certain moves, he managed his way to the basket. “Fancy” Duo smiled and took his turn. The ball passed from boy to the other and both were getting to move around more than a bit. Duo started feeling like his comments were being ignored, because aside from the sound of the ball, and his own talk, he wasn’t hearing anything. “Nice moves, where did you learn?” he asked, hoping at least a question would start some conversation.
“Nowhere” was a pretty effective reply in killing that small start of a conversation. Duo wouldn’t give up but even as new questions about sports, tennis and just everyday things came up, they were simply followed by a similar number of one worded answers. “You’re cute when you’re concentrating” Duo continued and Ryoma almost stumbled on his steps. Perhaps staying to practice alone would have been smarter for him. “I’m just playing” he shouted in a cool tone of voice, and suddenly he became to take the game a bit more seriously, clearly using more of his strength and stamina now.
Duo wanted to jump up and shout in celebration, he found a weak spot. No more quiet newcomer boy, he thought and continued. Duo wanted to sound polite though, by placing his words nicely. “I’d imagine you’re called cute all the time” he said warmly, hoping this would finally start warming up the new boy. “Not really” he replied, but stopped then for another step “…why?”
Duo stopped “Ryoma…” he sighed “why do you think? You’re extremely cute”. Ryoma stopped and looked back “Cuteness won’t make me play any better, so I don’t care. Are we practicing or talking?” he finally asked. Duo almost growled “fine… fine. Fine, we don’t have to be friends, however… it wouldn’t hurt you either. Every bit of strength doesn’t come from working out”. And then, he walked off. Ryoma stared at the ball on the floor and slowly walked back to bouncing his tennis ball against the same wall. Duo sat in his room, thinking… why did this remind him of Heero, he wondered. Why is friendship such a pain, why do these things come to him so often? Slowly, he lied down and cried himself to sleep.
And Ryoma continued bouncing his tennis ball off the wall. This was the only friend he needed now.
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