It was silly, Yanagi knew, to feel this relieved just watching Seiichi walk out of the door of the hospital.
It was silly and the feeling was illogical; it defied data but Yanagi couldn't stop it and, worse still, he didn't want to.
He felt relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest and he could breathe properly again. Genichirou was smiling. His smile was small and hidden behind the hat but Yanagi could see it. He had practice.
Seiichi's steps were slow, stumbling slightly, and Yanagi's breath caught slightly whenever he almost fell. Genichirou was beside him and Yanagi was behind him and he couldn't fall even if he wanted to. But Yanagi couldn't help but feel the tiny inkling of fear and doubt.
Seiichi had fell like that, once, a year and a lifetime ago, and he hadn't gotten up.
It was a wonder that they had survived without Seiichi. Seiichi, Genichirou and himself were a upended triangle, Yanagi thought, and Seiichi was the bottom of the triangle, the one who held them both up with an easy smile and steely eyes. They weren't used to holding themselves up and they had almost fell when Seiichi was taken away from them, and they had nearly taken the whole team with them. They had all nearly lost themselves because Seiichi weren't there.
It wasn't right. Yanagi hadn't felt right this year, not until now, here, just watching Seiichi walk again, slow and careful with Genichirou behind him, afraid to touch. They were a team a triangle a whole and it just wasn't right for them to continue on when one of them, the most important one, was gone.
They had managed, barely. They had clung onto the edge and had not fallen over because Seiichi was still there, still smiling even when he couldn't carry him. They clung onto the edge and stayed on because they had to carry Seiichi, now, and they couldn't disappoint him.
The team had nearly failed and fallen off. They had lost Kantou, the first time in fifteen years, this year. Yanagi wasn't worried, though. They would be alright. Their promise of winning the Nationals thrice would be carried through because Seiichi was here. They would win, he and Genichirou and the rest of the team, for they were whole again.
And this, Yanagi thought, running to catch up with Seiichi even as Genichirou's eyebrow rose at his tardiness, was how it should be.
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It was silly and the feeling was illogical; it defied data but Yanagi couldn't stop it and, worse still, he didn't want to.
He felt relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest and he could breathe properly again. Genichirou was smiling. His smile was small and hidden behind the hat but Yanagi could see it. He had practice.
Seiichi's steps were slow, stumbling slightly, and Yanagi's breath caught slightly whenever he almost fell. Genichirou was beside him and Yanagi was behind him and he couldn't fall even if he wanted to. But Yanagi couldn't help but feel the tiny inkling of fear and doubt.
Seiichi had fell like that, once, a year and a lifetime ago, and he hadn't gotten up.
It was a wonder that they had survived without Seiichi. Seiichi, Genichirou and himself were a upended triangle, Yanagi thought, and Seiichi was the bottom of the triangle, the one who held them both up with an easy smile and steely eyes. They weren't used to holding themselves up and they had almost fell when Seiichi was taken away from them, and they had nearly taken the whole team with them. They had all nearly lost themselves because Seiichi weren't there.
It wasn't right. Yanagi hadn't felt right this year, not until now, here, just watching Seiichi walk again, slow and careful with Genichirou behind him, afraid to touch. They were a team a triangle a whole and it just wasn't right for them to continue on when one of them, the most important one, was gone.
They had managed, barely. They had clung onto the edge and had not fallen over because Seiichi was still there, still smiling even when he couldn't carry him. They clung onto the edge and stayed on because they had to carry Seiichi, now, and they couldn't disappoint him.
The team had nearly failed and fallen off. They had lost Kantou, the first time in fifteen years, this year. Yanagi wasn't worried, though. They would be alright. Their promise of winning the Nationals thrice would be carried through because Seiichi was here. They would win, he and Genichirou and the rest of the team, for they were whole again.
And this, Yanagi thought, running to catch up with Seiichi even as Genichirou's eyebrow rose at his tardiness, was how it should be.
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