Love's Whirlwind: Eternal Flame (Prince of Tennis fanfic)
Close your eyes and give me your hand, darling. Can you feel my heartbeat? Do you understand?
Can you feel it too? Or am I only dreaming? Is this an eternal flame that's burning now?
I believe it's true, darling. When you're sleeping, I watch you. You belong to me.
Can you feel it too? Or am I only dreaming? Is this an eternal flame that's burning now?
Call out my name, sunshine through the pouring rain. Life is so lonely.
Then you came along and eased my pain. I don't want to lose this feeling.
"Sanada Genichiro! Has a donkey kicked your brain out of your head?!"
"Aoi Erisa! Can't you talk like a normal girl for once?!"
Aoi Erisa and Sanada Genichiro have been childhood friends since they were little, but there's nothing sweet or romantic between them.
"I'll get you!" The girl raised the bamboo sword in her hand.
"Hmph, as if I'm afraid of you!" The boy raised his sword to face her.
"You two! Get out in the yard and pull weeds!" The old master roared, and the two brats were promptly thrown out of the dojo.
"It's all your fault, Ichiro, for getting it into your head to play tennis!" the girl grumbled as she pulled weeds.
"I'm sorry, Xiaosha. I really like playing tennis," the boy said firmly.
"Why are you apologizing, idiot? But since you apologized, you can pull all the weeds today." The girl brushed off her hands and stood up. "If you like it, give it everything you've got, Ichiro! Good luck!!"
"Yeah!!"
I didn't just get carried away and start this story on a whim. I've written quite a few Emperor stories by now.
But romance has always been my weak point, so I wanted to give it a try, and that's how this story came about.
The American football details in this story are based on Eyeshield 21~
Also, some of you might think the plot seems a little like the Japanese drama Operation Love~
Well~ I really did my best to come up with the story myself~~ Don't set your expectations too high~!
I'm planning to make this a short story, maybe around 100,000 words?
I plan to write this one slowly, updating once a week.
Background music: Eternal Flame (Eternal Flame / Immortal Flame / Everlasting Fire / Undying Flame)
I also have two original stories in progress:
I've completely lost interest in Prince of Tennis... Updates suspended... Full story locked...
Core idea:
Teardrop of the Wind
Treasure of Heaven - Celestial Gem
Thinking of You (Prince of Tennis Fanfic)
The Emperor Lover’s Ultimate Fantasy
[Prince of Tennis] We Once Loved
[Prince of Tennis] Diary of My Happy Life
[Prince of Tennis] The Emperor of Rikkai's Bewitching Romance
[Prince of Tennis] The Great Demon King's Chaotic Journey
Is this the end? I burst into tears...
More~~~~~~~~·
Have a good rest
That's~~ Sleep well, Shasha~~ Author's reply: Well~ after a few days of rest, you can sleep soundly~
It has nothing to do with me. . Rustle. . Mozi's decision to make Nai's sofa has something to do with my writing. . Destroy haha! ~ Update the article. . . You have to wait a long time. . Rustle. . Author's reply: Xiaoya~~ It's almost midterm~~ Come on, study hard and get good grades
It is indeed a troublesome existence. . Author's reply: In fact, trouble is also the beginning of caring~
Didn't you see it? Then I'm pressing~ (*^__^*) Hee hee... Does it matter~ Swish~ Being speechless is healthier! ~ So dignified. . . Why. . . Author's reply: ... We are updating slowly... At a snail's pace...
Wow haha!! The sofa will always be mine!! Moth. . . . Just don't think about it~ Meow haha~~ (⊙v⊙)Yeah Give you a bench?? But it's not me who makes the decision~~ Talk to Shasha~ The author's reply: ... What does it have to do with me... As for the sofa and bench... Xiaoya, go and update the article. Naturally = =||
Shasha needs to get enough sleep (⊙o⊙) I got sick that time because I didn't get enough sleep~~ (*^__^*) Hee hee... Author's reply: Well, it feels very comfortable after sleeping~
Did Shasha not sleep enough or sleep too much? Meow haha!! My sofa! ~~Author's reply: I definitely slept too little... I just woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon...