[UshiTen: Just another rainy day in Paris]

Part 7

Well, he couldn't leave now. He had to wait until tonight. Had Wakatoshi-kun done it on purpose?

He doubted it. It wasn't his nature. His nature was... Well... his nature was... sweet.

He flinched. His phone beeped – a message.

== Did you guys make up?! What happened, Tendō-san? Are you both OK? We need news! We worry, Satori-kun!!! ==

He puffed his cheeks. Semi-Semi had to wait! He couldn't deal with this right now! Moreover... what were the answers to those questions? He truly had no idea.

He took care of the dishes, although the dishes from last night had already been washed-up. Just how early did the bloody Wakatoshi-kun get up today!?

He was still pouting at the fact that he was – technically speaking!!! – a prisoner here today, and now, as there was nothing else to be done, but to wait out for the washing machine to chew on Wakatoshi-kun's moist clothes, he decided to take a better tour around the place.

Well, it took about 3 minutes this time. The place was literally empty. Just the basics, the most necessary stuff, nothing extra, nothing else. No memories either. Probably his friend's childhood stuff was in his old home. Here, he lived a simple, and quite boring life.

Truly bored out of his mind, now Tendō returned to the bedroom, plopping on the uncomfortable bed, and after plugging his phone to charge, he went online, grateful for the wi-fi at least.

- Well, he is not a beast, at least not fully! - he grunted. – At least not yet, huh!

Biting his lips nervously, another bad habit he knew he had to be working on, dammit, he went online, and this time googled the whole national team of Japan. Most of the players had a fanbase, fan pages even, almost all of them were celebrities, with social media and PR campaigns to popularize the sport, most of them taking part in advertisements and supporting different causes even, for charity or otherwise.

But as hard as he searched, he could not find any additional info on Ushijima Wakatoshi. Almost everything online about him was info from years ago, info that Satori already knew well. The Shiratorizawa stuff, his personal data, how old, how tall, how heavy he was...

Bullshit.

Nothing of this was useful for him, and he threw his phone to the side in frustration. And then, sulking terribly, he just fished out one of his last cigarettes from his jacket pocket, and went onto the terrace to smoke. That just had to calm his nerves, right?

He winced; biting on his lips already hurt too much already. But his hands were shaking – he was, somewhere deep inside, worried that after he ran out of cigs, and out of money, Wakatoshi-kun was going to be the very last person he could ask to borrow some cash from.

He sighed. One more thing to give up. He had already given up so much... His sport, his job... his love, his life, all his small pleasures in life too. Having lost quite some weight, he had lost most of his appetite too. The last thing he had were his smokes.

His eyes roamed the horizon. Had he also lost his friends too? Semi-Semi was there for him, somewhat... And there was Wakatoshi-kun, of course. Even after everything, after all these years, he had still taken him in, taken care of him.

Did Wakatoshi still in love with him? Why couldn't he chase this question out of his head?! Had he lost this very last drop of something pure and beautiful in his life, had he reached the point of losing his very last hopes?

The terrace was facing a narrow street, a quiet one, and he was pretty sure his ex-Captain had chosen the flat because of the quiet; there was no heavy traffic here. The view was nothing special – he mostly saw roof-tops and other people's balconies. There was, most probably, a children's playground, somewhere in the vicinity, because he overheard a child's screaming and laughter.