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branchandroot) wrote2004-06-20 10:59 pm
branchandroot) wrote2004-06-20 10:59 pm
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PoT: Standalone: Challenge - Chapter Seven
Fic post from my archive.
Disaster strikes for the whole team.
After such a golden autumn, no one expected what happened in the heart of winter.
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[wibbles] Oh, *Sanada*. Hon. [cuddles]
It was too much for Sanada, who called after him with a promise that the team would wait for its captain, would remain undefeated for him. A promise like a charm for Yukimura's recovery; if they kept faith for him, surely he would return. Masaharu could see the tremors running through Sanada's body, see the terrible tension in his bowed head and tight fists. Yanagi stepped to his side, clasped his shoulder, and, when Sanada looked up, nodded firmly, giving himself to the promise as well. Akaya, the baby of the team, who would now be playing in every match when the new year began, stepped forward, and nodded, just a touch tremulously. The doubles players, with barely a glance at each other, stepped forward as one.
...
[wibbles on behalf of the entire damn team]
The team slowly regathered themselves, leaning on each other more heavily, now that the one who had supported them all was gone.
Makes a person consider hashira in a whole new light...
The pattern hit him with the force of a premonition, as analysis lying latent until triggered sometimes did. This was where there would be a problem. With their youngest, most volatile member, the one who did not have a close supporter within the team.
The one whose restraining voice was now gone, and whose second mentor was sliding headlong into a dangerous frame of mind, and whose other teammates had just agreed to ride along for the trip to hell.
And if there was a damn thing that could be done about it, Masaharu didn't see what it was.
[chews anxiously on fingernails] Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear dear dear...
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