Tezuka/Fuji Prompt Table

[imaginedyou]

Prompt table, condensed from here. Sources cited in that post; just find the appropriate prompt under it's original number.

001.	Five shades of white. ( a. IVORY b. BONE c. GHOST d. CHALK e. SNOWY )	002.	Everything you ever wished for.	003.	The effect of impact on stationary objects.	004.	Your pretty blue eyes are just stained glass.	005.	As long as you're mine.
006.	A dark heart, beating.	007.	Beneath these hands.	008.	The heart of your gesture.	009.	Hard, but much truer.	010.	Eyes meeting over the noise.
011.	The possibility of zero.	012.	In praise of surfaces.	013.	Tomorrow is something we remember.	014.	these children-no-longer-children.	015.	a fine line between genius and insanity.
016.	many nameless virtues.	017.	A lie told often enough becomes the truth.	018.	who can not forgive himself.	019.	I had to be the good one.	020.	the language of the visionary and the idealist.
021.	Writer's Choice #1: Under Glass	022.	Writer's Choice #2: Crossroads	023.	Writer's Choice #3: Hunger	024.	Writer's Choice #4: Finding New Prey	025.	Writer's Choice #5: Winners Take Chances

Prince Of Tennis; Tezuka/Fuji mostly, whether it's paired, gen, or mixed with others.

COMPLETED: 23/25

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[emothy]

016. many nameless virtues. Tezuka/Fuji, in first person for once, which is unusual for me. Random ramblings trying to unravel Fuji's motives in first year.

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From the first moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And I knew I could win you with tennis. Only when I asked you for a match did I realise a part of you might feel the same way; you said you wanted it too. I had never said to you that I wanted it, Tezuka. Only that it was something we should do. I never admitted I longed for a match, that I looked forward to it like nothing else.

But then... Your insistence on keeping your promise to me, on trying to find out who I really was, it made my plan backfire. Your arm failed you, and caused you nothing but trouble from that point on. So I resolved to keep whatever it was I had in me buried deep down inside, because if I tried to draw you out with tennis again, if I lured you through a match and captured your imagination, I might only cause you more hurt that could not be undone or forgiven. I knew you were wondering where the fire had gone, why I had extinguished it so suddenly without giving you even a chance to discover my real power, but I let you believe I was scared to go against you.

And in a way, I was. Scared of the hurt you had suffered, scared that one of us would unarguably be the better, scared that when we played you would see everything I felt for you shining out through my eyes. You would change me, you would make me serious, make me real. I was scared to show you that, in case you scorned it after going to all that trouble. I was never really sure of how you felt, because tennis always came first with you. It still does. But I had wanted to use that as my opening, to maybe worm my way, and overtake it. Tennis was just a thing after all, while somewhere deep down, I am someone of substance.

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[vacivity.livejournal.com]

...

You should write first person more often. Because wow.

I really love this.

[fsop.livejournal.com]

eh well, you know I was angsting last night; I cheered myself up the best superficial way I know how; episodes 174-176 ;) And it just came out! It's really unfinished thoughts to me, and there are sentences that beg expanding but I couldn't insert them into the train of thought. Someday I will be coherent and skilled enough with language to get the two of them across like I want to!