10: the fall

                                    

                                          
his chest hurts so bad. he has no clue what is happening, the only thing he remembers is he was sitting on the bench and heard his brother's voice. once he gain his grasp onto reality, sora began to think the worst possible outcomes. luckily the pounding headache prevent sorashi from thinking too much.
                          
he tried to open his eyes when he felt a cold hand with comforting touch on his eyelids. it is a big contrast against his firey hot body. he felt his body relaxed instantly but still under alert. 
                          
"..enjoying the game."
                          
sora jolted up. with terror written all over his face. what the fuck? why is he suddenly being haunted like this?
                          
"sora-san, can you hear me?" a soft voice called for him.
                          
"a-ah, kiyo-chan." sorashi sighed in relieve.
                          
"you passed out right before the second set, and we are currently in the third set." kiyoko informed still with her concerned expression.
                          
"i'm okay kiyo-chan, 'm just a lil' exhausted t'sall." sorashi rubbed his face. he turned his head slightly to face kiyoko. "now hush hush, ya need to do your manager, right? i'll be fine, no worries." sorashi waved his hand with a small smile.
                          
"but--"
                          
"ah ah, kiyo-chan, i'll be alright." sorashi quickly shut kiyoko off. kiyoko reluctantly nodded and went off to do her things.
                          
sorashi waited until everyone is back to their bussiness before he quit from the gym. he sat down on the stairs as he dramatically watching the orange evening sky.
                          
tenma is always succesfully knock some senses up into sorashi's oblivious self. but this time, it feels so different. but what is it? what is the thing he has been missing?
                          
enjoying the game? he is always enjoying the game, but--
                          
tenma flicked his brother's forehead. "you idiot, you can't win by yourself! this isn't a violin competition."
                          
"i know," sorashi answered.
                          
tenma huffed in annoyance, "really? because all i saw in that match was your greed over perfection!"
                          
"but i did good, didn't i?"
                          
"hear me out, you have to play as if you were eating your last food,"
                          
" you wanted me dead?"
                          
tenma only rolled his eyes at his own brother's words. "you need to enjoy it, enjoy the game! it's not all about winning!"
                          
sorashi really tried his best to overcome his weakness but in the end, he was always being outshined by everyone. he is nothing than a last resort when the team is in danger, and when they got out from the danger he is no more needed.
                          
sorashi shook his head. what's with all of these negativities. where is the fearless sorashi? the one who decided to drop everything to join the volleyball club.
                          
tenma is right though. but sorashi is not an ace like him. he is never an ace like him since the beginning. there is no sense of pride when he scored a point. he just played for winning the game without any feelings, unlike his brother who played by pouring all of his passion.
                          
in reality, sorashi is a genius who has lost his way since long time ago. he didn't even have that satisfying feelings within his heart anymore.
                          
like what he once said to his brother, he is just a mere background character with a superhero brother.
                          
"you have everything that i wanted, sora. don't waste it, please, i'm begging you." it was all said to him when he didn't get any offer to join any professional teams.