Green Flames (Prince of Tennis Fan Fiction)

The Truth behind the Misery

I'm still alive!!!! I feel really bad for not having updated my works for so long but live has gotten in the way... I've started in high school and compared to public school, it's not really okay to miss out on your homework as it was before >.< And I've been concentrating so much on art, since I've decided to become a designer, and it has taken a lot of my time too... But I think I'm starting to know my routine now, so I think I might be able to update, but it will be quite short chapters, but please bear with me... I do hope you're gonna like this chapter :)

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"Get in!"

A harsh push shoved Shin's back into a cement covered room. Hardly, she landed on the floor, right beside the older, bleeding man. The heavy metal door slammed in tight, and a metal rod getting swiped in front of the door sounded. Fast, her body threw itself to the man. Her soft brown eyes looked terrified at the blood, streaming out like a flood from the fragile leg.

'What should I do?' the thoughts ran panicked.

Without knowing, tears ran down her cheeks. The older man saw the desperate look in those beautiful eyes of hers. Filled with empathy, life, personality. Was it really the same person he thought it was? Had those couple of years changed her that drastically?

As the panic attack still gave Shin the chills, she looked down at her shirt.

'Of course!'

Not caring that the only thing she had under was a black braw, she took her white shirt off and fast bund it around the wounded leg, in a attempt to stop the bleeding.

'It's deep because of the short distance, but it doesn't seem to have hit a vital point. Still...' 

The second after the shirt was bound as tight as it could be, the blood wasn't stopping. Slowly, she moved her hands away. Without looking at how her hands became to look like, her head lowered.

"It's all my fault..." The tears came dripping. "Why didn't I stay?"

Silence took over. Only the sound of light salt water droplets hitting the rock solid ground could be heard.

"When you say, why you didn't stay," the older man suddenly started speaking. "Do you mean stay inside the fire? With your parents?"

Her eyes widened. He knew about her? The big eyes of hers stared wondering at the older man, who bit the pain inside himself, just as if it was something he had done before.

"How....?" her low voice whispered.

Again, her brain started to work. He was acting like he had done it many times before. No one could just bit something so painful inside themselves without stuttering and sweating. Sweating he was, but no stutter was in seen in miles. This then meant he had been in battle before. Had he been in the force? Violent past? Then it clicked for her.

"You are an earlier police man, aren't you?"