Disclaimer: Everything besides Miyu and her family belong to Takeshi Konomi.
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August......
It was the afternoon. I was at home in my room. Kunimitsu was at school making the charts for the ranking matches that was coming up. Kunimitsu told me to stay at home. I knew that he was worried about me.
It was close to dinner. I walked into the kitchen to help Ayana with dinner. After a while, I heard the door open and close. I walked to the door to see Kunimitsu taking his shoes off. "Welcome home," I said with a smile. He looked up at me and gave me a smile.
"How are you feeling?" he asked me. "I feel fine," I said to him. He gave me a nod. "Go wash up for dinner," I said to him. He gave me a nod and walked up the stairs to wash up. I walked outside to look in the mailbox.
I saw a letter in the box. I took the box out and saw that it was addressed to me. I took the letter and took it in my room. I put the letter in my bag. I was planning to read it tomorrow at school when I had the time.
Next day.....
We were having the ranking matches to figure out the national representative to the final tournament, The All-Japan Tournament. I hoping for the regulars to win their matches. I had to write the scores on the score board.
The club was looking at the board to see which block that they were in. I saw that Fuji and Kunimitsu were in in the same block. I was a bit surprised. They were very good tennis players. I wasn't sure who would win.
During my little break, I got the letter in my bag. I opened it to read the content of the letter.
Dear Beverly,
We would like you to come to America for an examination of your heart. It is crucial for us to see your progress.
Also, we would like for you to lead a charity event. It is to help raise money to study kids who have the same heart condition as you.
Dr. Summers
{I have to go back to America!} I knew that getting a examination was important. But, I wasn't so sure about leaving Kunimitsu especially when an important competition was coming up. "Everyone line up," I heard Ryuzaki-sensei yell out. I folded the letter and put it in my pocket and quickly made my way into the tennis court.
I stood next to Ryuzaki-sensei. "As you know, we will be pairing fights within the block. The two top players of each block will become the National Tournament's players. I would like all of you to involve yourselves with the best of your abilities and win the Regular positions," she said to them.
"Yes!" everyone said. "Then we shall begin the Intra-School Ranking Tournament!" Kunimitsu said to them. Everyone went to their assigned courts. I went to the table and waited for the games to be done and write the scores.
So far, the regulars were doing fine. I was writing a core when Ryoma came to the table. "B Block, Echizen Ryoma. 6-0," he said to me. I went to the board and wrote his score. I expected him to do very well.
I saw Fuji coming to the table. "A-block seemed interesting so I though I'd invite you," he said to us. I looked at the board. I knew what he meant. It was between Oishi and Kawamura. I decided to stay at the table like I was supposed to do. Everyone went to watch the match.
After a while, Kawamura came to the table and told me the score was 6-4. The next big match was between Momoshiro and Kaidoh. The game came out as 7-6 with Momoshiro winning. I knew that one of them would win.
The first day of the matches were over. Kunimitsu and I walked home. I was thinking about the letter. I wasn't so sure what to do. "What's wrong Miyu?" I heard Kunimitsu ask me. I looked up at him to see that he was concern for me.
"Nothing really," I said to him. He gave me a nod. He knew that something was wrong. We kept walking the rest of the way home in silence.
Next day...
The regulars were beating their opponents very well. I went off to have a little break. I took the letter out of my pocket. I still wasn't sure how to tell Kunimitsu about it. I knew that he would want me to go, but I didn't want to leave him.
I walked around until I bumped into someone's back. "Sorry," I said. "Miyu," I heard my name. I looked up to see Kunimitsu. "What's wrong?" he asked me with concern. I took a deep breath and gave him the letter.
He took the letter from my hand and read it. After reading it himself, he looked at me. "You should go," he said to me and gave me the letter back. "I don't want to," I said to him with my head down. I felt his arm around me. "I want you to. I want to know if you are better," he said to me.
"But, I may not be back by nationals," I said to him. "You let me worry about that. Right now, I want you to get better," he said to me. I gave him a nod. He wanted the best for me. We walked around the courts together.
We saw Echizen with Inoue-san and Shiba-san. We walked up to them. "Could you explain that to me in detail, please?" Kunimitsu asked them. We walked up to Echizen. "Show it to me, Echizen," he said to him. Echizen gave the paper to him.
I looked to see that Echizen was to compete in the U.S. Open. {At a time like this.} It seemed that Echizen didn't know about the competition and his admission. The only way he would be admitted was that someone had registered for him.
I saw Echizen making a connection and started to run off only to be stopped by Kunimitsu. "Wait, Ecshizen, you have a match this afternoon, don't you?" he asked Echizen. "Yes. But.." Echizen started to say. "We'll deal with this after the match. Understood?" Kunimitsu said to him. "Yes," Echizen answered and walked off.
"I'm sorry, but I will be the one to tell Ryuzaki-sensei about this. Excuse us," Kunimitsu said to the pair and we walked off. {The Open would be near the nationals. I wonder if Echizen would have to go.} I went back to my table.
I was worried how well they would do in nationals without Ryoma in the team and I not there to support them.
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