Missing U till we Meet:
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June 7, tennis practice had just ended and Ryoma was waiting for Fuji by the front gates to the school so they could hang out for a while, his house or he's lover's house it never really mattered. Just someplace they could be alone together. But today was different, Fuji took longer than usually getting ready, and when he did appear his eyes were open and he looked really sad.
That always constant smile that drove everyone mad was gone. He just stood before Ryoma not saying a word. He then spoke in a quite tone."Ryoma, I'm leaving".
Ryoma looked up into those blue eyes confused. "You're leaving, what like on a vacation our something?
Fuji just shook his head. "No for good. My sister was offered a job in France and she is going to take it. We're leaving in two days." Ryoma pulled his hat down over his eyes to hide the angry tears.
He let no emotion escape his voice. "How long have you knew about this?"
He sighed. "A few weeks. I just never could figure out a good way to tell you. I'm really sorry". He stopped talking. Ryoma knew what was coming next.
"So what, are you breaking up with me? Do you not want to be tied down to a guy in another country.?" He looked up ever so slightly to see the reaction on Fuji's face; it was not what he expected.
The look of shock that covered it truly surprised him. "No, that was the farthest thing from my mind. I could never love anyone but you Ryoma. I still want to be your boyfriend, if you will let me?" He laughed such a relief to know he wasn't going to lose him because of the distance.
"Of course I would never have it another way Syuusuke."
Two days later he was gone. Neither of them knew if they would ever see each other again, and it hurt.
It been two years and still that day haunts Ryoma's waking moment. He barely ate, and everyone can tell, but he really didn't care. Those last two years have been hell for him. He waits everyday to hear that phone ring or to be notified that he has a new e-mail praying it's from Fuji.
As the months have passed he hears less and less from him. It went from twice a day down to maybe once a month if he's lucky. And as his messages and calls lessen as did his appetite. No one can get him to eat if he didn't want to he just clamps his mouth shut and just sit there staring off into his own world.
Their world, tennis had become his obsession something to take his mind off of him. He plays it as much as he can, any time he's not playing it he's thinking of him. His face, his smile, and those sweet kisses he loved. Fuji saying his name, whispering it in his ear when it was just him.
Those look of possessives when others acted as more than a friend to him. Everyone knew he was his and that if they wanted to stay in one piece not to try anything with him.
"Ryoma." Someone is calling his name, whom would dare pull him from his sanctuary. Looking up slowly he sees his mother looking at him worry in her eyes.
"Did you take your pills today?" He shook his head and walked away. He didn't want take them; they were meant to keep him out of this world keep me out of his sanctuary and planted in reality. But he would not have it; he did not want to be out of that world.
He would stay in it no matter what. That's how he ended up here again, in the hospital again, they say he needed to take better care of himself, he needed to eat more, they say he needed to sleep. That's why his here so that he can get the rest he need and be monitored. He does what they say so he can leave here go back to his own life no matter how horrible it is.
He dreams, Fuji and himself are walking to their favorite park to play tennis with some of their friends but along the way they get lost. Fuji said something funny he doesn't remember what it was but all he knew is that it got him laughing, laughing so hard that he had to lean against a near by tree to keep from falling over.
Fuji took this opportunity to pin him to the tree and kiss him. Slowly he encircled his arms around his neck as his kisses start down Ryoma's neck and gasped. Trying to get him to stop, not because he did not love it, he did but because they were in public.
"Come on Syuu-chan this is not the time. What if someone sees us we could get into real trouble." Fuji laughed but did not stop those kisses that made his skin shiver with pleasure. His soft voice reverberating against Ryoma's skin,
"Do you think I really care what other people think Ryoma? I love you and that's what all matters. If people stare I say let them, just because we are both boys does not make it a crime. Besides you love it." He could not deny that, he sighed and gave in.
"If you must, at least kiss my lips so I can feel those amazing smooth lips against mine." He laughed and looked up at him, and whispered
"Granted!" Their lips met, and he nipped at his bottom lip asking for entry it was granted promptly, their tongues entwined and Ryoma let him take over.
"Ryoma." Someone called his name trying to draw him from his sanctuary. He slowly opened his eyes to see his mother looking at him, the phone in her hand. "Fuji's on the phone, do you want to talk to him?"
He nodded, he did not say much these days a word here a word there, only when necessary. His mom handed him the phone and walked from the room giving him privacy. "Hey, Ryoma how have you been doing?" He did not say anything. All he did was listen to his voice. "Sorry, it taken so long to call you, things have been really busy here, my school had a couple of trips that I went on and there is a lot more tennis competition here and I have been entering as many as possible to keep my skills up."
He went on and on, and Ryoma just sat there saying nothing just listening to his voice, that soft voice that he loved so much. Picturing his face, that face he would never see again. He tuned back into hearing him say.
"I have to go; Yumiko-neesan, Yuuta, and I are going out for dinner. I will talk to you later, I love you Ryoma." He opened his mouth to say something but the line went dead. He never expected Ryoma to say anything because he never did.
He was released from the hospital a few days later. The week went by in a blur home, school, tennis not always in that order. Before he knew it, it was Sunday and he was heading to the park to meet up with Momo and Eji. He had refused his mother driving him because he wanted to walk, as he walked again thinking about Fuji.
He watched as the sign to walk turn from red to green, started to cross the street never noticing the car that had ran the red light until it slammed right into him. All he heard were screams of people on the street, followed by a thud which he knew was his body hit the car followed by the ground. After that everything went black, and the next time he opened his eyes, he was no longer alive. I was dead and the happiest he had been in months.
The day after he died no one was on the courts Tezuka had cancelled practice for the next few days so people could pay their respects to his family and collect themselves.
To be continued…
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