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dizzygracefulStory Title: Breaking
Chapter Title: College - After: You've Changed
Fandom: Prince of Tennis - Oishi Shuichiro
Characters: Oishi, Seigaku regulars
Word Count: 548
Date Finished: 8/1/2007
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 36/60
Prompt: Taste
Summary: Oishi meets up with the old Seigaku regulars for a night out, but things are brought up that he doesn't want.
Master Post
Chapter Title: College - After: You've Changed
Fandom: Prince of Tennis - Oishi Shuichiro
Characters: Oishi, Seigaku regulars
Word Count: 548
Date Finished: 8/1/2007
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 36/60
Prompt: Taste
Summary: Oishi meets up with the old Seigaku regulars for a night out, but things are brought up that he doesn't want.
Master Post
Oishi was sitting in Kawamura Sushi trying to act like nothing had changed since high school while on summer break from university. He’d come home solely to ease his mother’s worrying some. It wasn’t fair that she always had to worry so much when there wasn’t anything she could do to stop the pain. Now he was sitting in this shop solely to ease the worries of his friends, but he was doing something of a lousy job.
Oishi looked at the glass pushed in front of him and then at his high school friends. “What is it?” he asked softly. The drink reeked of alcohol and he didn’t want to taste it before he knew for sure his nose was lying to him.
“Sake,” Fuji replied with that serene smile that Oishi didn’t think he would ever lose. They were all joking around, getting drunk, but Oishi hadn’t let a single drop of alcohol pass his lips since that night with Tomimoto-senpai and that wasn’t going to change.
“No thanks, I’m fine with water,” he replied as he pushed the glass back towards Fuji and wrapped his hands around the glass of water sitting in front of him.
Oishi heard Eiji sigh and could see the pout forming on his best friend’s face. He couldn’t bring himself to care. “Mou! Oishi, you need to lighten up and a little alcohol to dull your worries will help with that!” he explained in an annoyed tone.
Oishi just shook his head and turned the glass of water in circles in front of him, eyes never leaving the clear liquid. “I just don’t like the taste, Eiji.” He didn’t want to look at his friends when his thoughts were going back to the beach.
“You’ve changed, Oishi,” was the next thing he heard that actually made him look up. Inui was studying him from behind those thick lenses and it put the brunette on edge more than it had in school, he probably wasn’t used to it anymore. “I don’t know what the cause of it is , but you’re depressed.”
Oishi rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to his glass. “No shit,” he whispered softly and squeezed his green orbs shut. “It’s a recent development,” he elaborated as he forced his eyes open and the tears back. “Look, it’s been nice seeing you all again, but I can’t do this right now. I’m just not up for socializing. I’ll try and stay in touch more,” he said finally as he rose to his feet and turned to leave.
A strong, steady hand on his shoulder stopped him and he hesitated. “Oishi, what’s wrong?”
Tezuka was worried. That was a bad sign. He’d hidden his pain worse than he thought he had. “Nothing for you to worry about.” Oishi pulled away from the hand and walked over to the entrance of Taka-san’s restaurant. He pulled on his shoes, slid the door open soundlessly and left without another word. The worried eyes followed his every moment until the door slid shut behind him. “I just don’t want to be around the alcohol, around drunks,” he whispered to the empty street and started walking for his parents’ house where at least the general story was known, if not the details.
Oishi looked at the glass pushed in front of him and then at his high school friends. “What is it?” he asked softly. The drink reeked of alcohol and he didn’t want to taste it before he knew for sure his nose was lying to him.
“Sake,” Fuji replied with that serene smile that Oishi didn’t think he would ever lose. They were all joking around, getting drunk, but Oishi hadn’t let a single drop of alcohol pass his lips since that night with Tomimoto-senpai and that wasn’t going to change.
“No thanks, I’m fine with water,” he replied as he pushed the glass back towards Fuji and wrapped his hands around the glass of water sitting in front of him.
Oishi heard Eiji sigh and could see the pout forming on his best friend’s face. He couldn’t bring himself to care. “Mou! Oishi, you need to lighten up and a little alcohol to dull your worries will help with that!” he explained in an annoyed tone.
Oishi just shook his head and turned the glass of water in circles in front of him, eyes never leaving the clear liquid. “I just don’t like the taste, Eiji.” He didn’t want to look at his friends when his thoughts were going back to the beach.
“You’ve changed, Oishi,” was the next thing he heard that actually made him look up. Inui was studying him from behind those thick lenses and it put the brunette on edge more than it had in school, he probably wasn’t used to it anymore. “I don’t know what the cause of it is , but you’re depressed.”
Oishi rolled his eyes and turned his gaze back to his glass. “No shit,” he whispered softly and squeezed his green orbs shut. “It’s a recent development,” he elaborated as he forced his eyes open and the tears back. “Look, it’s been nice seeing you all again, but I can’t do this right now. I’m just not up for socializing. I’ll try and stay in touch more,” he said finally as he rose to his feet and turned to leave.
A strong, steady hand on his shoulder stopped him and he hesitated. “Oishi, what’s wrong?”
Tezuka was worried. That was a bad sign. He’d hidden his pain worse than he thought he had. “Nothing for you to worry about.” Oishi pulled away from the hand and walked over to the entrance of Taka-san’s restaurant. He pulled on his shoes, slid the door open soundlessly and left without another word. The worried eyes followed his every moment until the door slid shut behind him. “I just don’t want to be around the alcohol, around drunks,” he whispered to the empty street and started walking for his parents’ house where at least the general story was known, if not the details.
