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A/N:
This is the "Looking Away Challenge" from EmInArEvOl and… yeah… I actually should be updating some of my other stories… but this looked awesome XD Sorry to those who want my other stories updated… I'm working on them… I swear! Its just… taking some time ^^;;
Anyways Please Enjoy Abandoned! =P
(Sorry I had to re-post this o-o;; I spelt EmInArEvOl's name wrong T^T sorry...)
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Chapter one:
With a loud cracking noise, Ryoma slammed his tennis racquet against the two halves of the tennis ball with all his strength. Landing on either sides of the "demigod of tennis" silence filled the stadium.
"We… We won… WE WON!"
The silence was broken as cheers erupted from the audience, and at the same time, the Seigaku regulars ran up to their little champion and lifted him up in the air.
"Woah!" Ryoma tried to protest but he was effortlessly tossed in the air and caught.
After the crowd died down and the specters started to leave, Oishi gently placed a hand on Ryoma's shoulder and said, "Echizen-kun, why don't you go home and rest a few days or so? That nasty fall you had and the resulting amnesia might have had an effect on you. We'll just postpone the celebration party a few days after you'd rested. Like maybe 3 days or so in Kawamura Shushi?" The others turned their heads to look at their vice captain agreeing with him.
"Hoi, hoi~ Ochibi, you really should nyaa!" Eiji giggled and clung onto his doubles partner.
"Saa… We'll meet you in Kawamura sushi in about 4 days. How's that?" Fuji's eyes were still closed but he tilted his head sideways and flashed his usual smile.
"Sounds great." Ryoma nodded and headed off.
"… Is he gone?" Momo spoke up after a moment of silence, grabbing the attention of everyone.
"98% that he's already left the stadium, 1% he got hold up by somebody else but still in the stadium but far enough not to hear us, 0.88% that he's outside drinking Ponta and a 0.2% chance of him returning here." Inui listed down his statistics as he adjusted his glasses.
"Aw man, finally!" Momo relaxed and slumped down against his 'rival' Kaido. Kaido hissed but supported Momo and even gently stroked Momo's short spiky hair.
"Saa… thought he'd never leave…" Fuji's smile disappeared as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Can't we kick him out now?" Momo whined, "I don't want to act like that douche's best friend! Do you know how much that degrades my reputation as a sempai?"
"Yeah, I don't like how he always clings onto Momo like Momo's his or something." Kaido hissed and blushed.
"Yes, we will." A smirk graced up Tezuka's face, his eyes turning as cold as ice.
"Wha… You guys!" Eiji bounced up and stared at his friends who were now suddenly insulting the baby of the team. "What has Ochibi ever done to you?" For once, Eiji looked serious.
"Yeah guys… Aren't you guys being too harsh?" Takeshi stood besides Eiji, placing a hand firmly on his shoulder.
"Eiji…" Oishi sighed and looked at his teammates, who nodded in encouragement. "Echizen was just a tool we used in order to win the finals. We don't need him anymore."
From a distance, the sound of a can hitting the ground echoed throughout the hall. All heads turned and gasped as they saw who was standing before them. "I should've known…" Ryoma laughed bitterly and when he stopped laughing, he looked up to glare at those before him. "What a nice surprise… I knew I shouldn't have come to Japan…" The second part was almost like an after thought, but it was heard well enough.
"No, Ochibi! Don't…" Tears were streaming down Eiji's face, and he flailed, trying to get free from his double partners grip but failing miserably.
"Sorry sempai… But wouldn't want you to degrade yourself by hanging out with a freshman like me." Ryoma spat and turned to leave, leaving the others gaping like a fish. Eiji and Takashi were the only ones that were feeling any guilt at this point. The rest were unsure of how to think of this situation. Should they be happy? Should they feel guilty as well?
"Ore-sama hopes you're happy." Atobe growled from behind them. Tezuka's eyes widened, easily breaking the mask that always hid his face, and Fuji's expression turned solemn. Atobe had been listening to all of this from behind them.
"Atobe… How?" Tezuka stuttered uncharacteristically.
"Ore-sama was going to host a party for Seigaku, but now sees no point in doing so." He huffed and turned to leave as well. "Let's go Kabaji."
"Usu."
Looking ashamed, the others muttered their goodbyes and left until Oishi and Eiji were the only ones left. Oishi felt a strong impact on his cheek as Eiji struck it.
"Sorry Oishi… But you deserved it." With that last statement, he left as well.
"Oh, brat your home!" Nanjiroh chimed from the kitchen, humming a tune unfamiliar to Ryoma's ears.
"I'm home…" Ryoma muttered more lifelessly than usual and went straight to the sofa.
"Ryoma?" Nanjiroh isn't usually openly caring, but this time, he knew it was nessesary. When he came into the living room, he was surprised to see Ryoma choking on his own tears and flailing like a little child. "What the- Ryoma? What happened?" He demanded, pulling Ryoma into a bone-crushing hug.
"Daddy…" Ryoma's eyes were filled with hurt, and it broke Nanjiroh's heart to see what he was looking at.
"Yes baby… What's wrong?"
"I… Want to go to America…"
"Of course…"
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A/N: Well... Thats the first chapter! =P What did you think?
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