A/N: This is a requested fic by denizen of the night... If someone else wrote it it probably would've been better T^T Sorry for spoiling your ideas =X... Anyways, the first chapter is probably going to be the most... boring/draggy chapter, because of all the drama, and... loss(?) but the next couple will be about Yukimura comforting Ryoma with his best effort ^^... There will be hints of Eiji/Oishi i think.. and if cutting or suicide attempts offends you please don't read this... XD;;

Chapter one ~

"Ryoma… your father… your father…" without even finishing the sentence just by the fact that, Rinko Ryoma's mother, broke into tears told Ryoma everything.

"I'm sorry, I tried the best I could, but it was already too late when he got here." The doctor's eyes didn't meet Ryoma's or Rinko's. In shame he walked out after bowing his head down low one last time. Ryoma watched his mother mourn over her husband's death, while he himself couldn't cry. His heart felt numb, not accepting the truth of a loved one's death.

'No way… he's not gone… When I get home he'll be there, looking at his porn like the perverted monk he is… there's no way he's gone… Samurai Nanjirou doesn't die this easily…' Ryoma tried to reassure himself.

"Oh Ryoma… What are we going to do…" Rinko had her face buried in her hands wailing, but Ryoma didn't show any sign of comfort since he himself could not feel anything at the moment. His heart was dull after all the other loss he went through.

"Kaa-san, let's go home…" Ryoma heaved his mother off the cold hospital floor and gently guided her home. The moment the two reached home, without saying a word to each other, they headed off to their separate rooms and locked the door.

Ryoma flopped down on his bed and thought about the only friends he had back when he was still a freshmen. Seeing that he was now a third year, everyone was graduated middle school and now was in High school. He took out his phone and sent out a message to his team-mates hoping for a little change of atmosphere.

'Do you have time today?' He sent out the message to Fuji Syusuke, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Eiji Kikamaru, Kaido Kaoru, Momoshiro Takeshi, Oishi Shuuichi, Kawamura Takeshi, and lastly Inui Sadaharu.

The first reply he got was from his 'best friend' Momo, short for Momoshiro. It read, 'Gomen Echizen, but I need to do my homework.' Knowing his best friend, Ryoma knew that Momo never got his homework done.

The next reply he got was from the tensai of the tennis team, Fuji Syusuke. It read, 'Sry Echizen, I'm helping out my kaa-san with something.' Fuji's reply seemed typical.

Waiting for another 3 hours, no other reply came. Ryoma huddled himself in his bed and finally broke down to tears grasping on what was happening around him. First, his father has left him, and next, his only friends have gone on with their lives. He could only hold up so much pain in one day. He slowly walked over to his bathroom holding a little cutter in one his right hand. Since his sweatband was always on his left hand, he thought this would be safest.

Digging the cutter in his left wrist, he cried out in pain. The red liquid flowing down Ryoma's arm made him forget about the internal pain he has gotten from his past events, and eventually started to cry, wailing, and threw tantrums like he did as a little kid.

Waking up on the cold bathroom floor filled with the stench of iron, Ryoma yawned but then winced with the pain that the cut was giving him.

"Kaa-san!" He called out hoping to get some breakfast before he went to school. When no reply came, he quickly washed the blood off the floor and his wrist, sprayed air freshener and went downstairs to his kitchen, where his mother was usually waiting for him with his favorite Japanese breakfast ready. When Rinko was nowhere to be found, he called out for her once again. "Kaa-san!" But this time, he called out even louder than he usually did. Once again, no reply came from the once cheerful lady.

There was only a note left on the kitchen table, which was written, 'I'm sorry my son, but I don't think I will be able to live a normal life with you, because without u even knowing, you resemble your father a lot… Anyways, I know you'll never forgive me for this… but please try to understand…' Ryoma clenched the note in his fist. He was experiencing a mix of feelings at the moment – hurt, betray, sadness… He headed off to the high school which all his friends were attending, wanting an explanation not answering his text message.

"Mou~ Fujiko so mean!" a familiar voice called out from the behind Ryoma.

"Sorry Eiji, but it's true." Another familiar voice replied chuckling at his child like friend. Ryoma's throat felt dry but he turned around expecting Eiji to pounce on him. But nothing happened.

"Oh, hello Echizen." The two of them greeted him stiffly, not even using the normal nickname made for him. Ochibi.

"Sempai…" Ryoma couldn't help but tear up, out of the loss.

"Sorry Echizen, but... We need to get to class." Uncomfortably shuffling the two of them walked around Ryoma who was standing there letting the tears drop. He clutched his wristband and hissed in pain.

'Why is everyone leaving me' Ryoma's legs failed him and dropped him on the sidewalk and he asked himself.

A pair of purple eyes witnessed this scene and the attachment he has felt from before came back, as his heart ached for his little prince. 'Why are you sad my prince…' he thought to himself hesitating on whether to approach him or not. His final decision, 'I'll watch over him for a couple more days.'

A/N: well.. Thats it for chapter one XD;; Please review and... sorry for the sudden end ^^... Please wait for the next chapter...

PS: sorry for the late updates on my other stories XD;;