Seiichi stands behind the coach’s bench with his companions, one new and one old, watching the team captain take point after point. Seiichi isn’t even breathing hard from his own match, just finished. His voice is low, though, as he says, “We can’t lose.” That surety sings through him, like the blood through his muscles; he feels it. Not just his own strength, but the strength of these two with him.
They will meet the best. They will be the best. He wraps his hand around that certainty and feels it like the familiar grip of his racquet.
Genichirou’s spine pulls a little straighter. “Of course,” he states, frowning a little. It’s unthinkable that he, that they, would lose. Loss is not something to be tolerated by the strong. Not something the strong should permit themselves. Contemplating the possibility of loss is a failure of the spirit, only worthy of contempt.
They can never lose.
“We will not lose,” Renji agrees. It’s quite clear that this is the case. Even though his figures on these two as yet barely fill a dozen pages of the fresh, white notebook he bought when he moved, the curve those figures will graph is already evident. He suspects it will be an asymptote in the end, but for now the curve is steep, and its movement is upward.
There’s beauty in that curve, and it soothes his still rather sore heart. He will follow it.
End
Hee. I think this is a pretty intesting drabble with excellent and accurate characterisation of the three.
*smiles* Thank you.
I was actually trying to put this together essay-style, but a plotbunny bounced up and ate the idea, and here we are.
I am geekily pleased by Renji’s math analogy, especially thinking about the asymptote they’re eventually going to hit. And aside from that, this is a good drabble with strong characterization in very few words.
Thank you!
The sad thing? It took me almost as long to look up the spelling of asymptote as it did to write the actual story. ^_^; I swear it used to be commonly spelled differently, but I could just be hallucinating.
EEeee. *falls over in a wriggly mass of joy* Eeeeeee. Seiichi’s certainty and Genichirou’s utter utter pride and Renji’s logic and wanting and eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
*purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*
*hearts* I tried to think out the different ways I think they mean it, when they all say this, and this was what pounced on me. *pleased with it*
The asymptotes! the asymptotes! ♥ Perfect characterisation on them all; Renji’s part is my favourite, but what you have on Genichirou’s failure of the spirit and Seiichi’s grip on the racquet – it’s fantastic.
*laughing* Thank you. It really is the ideal metaphor for where all these tennis god boys seem to be headed.