andersenmom

Title: “Waiting for the angels” – Europe, Open Your Heart
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character: Kisarazu Ryou, to Kisarazu Atsushi, Table 10b, 01: Angel
Author's Notes: In response to this letter from Atsushi, by skyangel2009.


Atsushi,

Printing out the email is… not quite the same, you know. Besides, the printed words like that doesn’t convey your irritation or your amusement like your handwriting does. It’s a tactile thing, I guess. I like the connection to you.

Yes, I’ve been traveling quite a bit. I could spend hours – and have – in London, and we’ve been to a few places around, too. I’m going to Stonehenge this weekend, and I can’t wait.

Oh, Atsushi. How I laughed at the whole story with the katana! That was… inspired. I’m glad it helped, but wow, I didn’t know you were such a story-teller!

You… that… They did not! The sun has completely addled – ooh, that’s properly British – addled your brain. My beauty, indeed. Besides, I was paying attention to the games, not the spectators. Remember, you had to nudge me before I even noticed you.

Well, I hope the people are patient with you, when you can’t manage to find the word you’re looking for – and I hope it’s getting better. You sounded a little at the beginning of your letter as if you were homesick. Are you still?

True, we all did go out to the beach. It’s one thing I miss here; the closest water is the Thames river, and it’s far too cold to go - and no beach to speak of. Any hint of sun and warmth, and I’m outside – those days I envy you Italy. Most days, I envy you that.

When we get back (which phrase I had promised myself I would not use), we’ll set up a doubles game with… someone. It’ll be fun. They have to have free courts around here; the School of Art has no sports teams or anything.

My friends are all British; from the way people react, I’m the only Asian person in the area. And irritatingly, they are still snapping random pictures of me. I can’t even imagine what it would be like if we were both here. We’d be blinded.

Hey! I am not that bad a cook. I’m just not as good as you. I don’t burn things, I don’t ruin pans or ovens… but thanks for the recipes. They were perfect, and while my friends enjoyed it, it made me homesick.

Speaking of friends, I met an angel. I think Mom and Dad would love to meet her. Her name is Beth – Elisabeth – and she corrects me every time I try to say her name. For some reason, she doesn’t like the way I say it, although it sounds to me like the way everyone else is saying it. I don’t pretend to understand. She’s cute; some days she actually wears wings – those days she’s obviously an angel – and some days she doesn’t. But I can see it anyway.

And speaking of, she’s calling, and I really have to post this.

Talk to you later!

Ryou


Kisarazu Ryou