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Athor note: I'm sorry it's been so long, I have no excuse except I couldn't write anymore, please forgive me. Somehow you all kept reviewing, so I started again. With that the new revised Prince of Music. No music in this one yet, since I want to make it longer and go more deeply into it. Look forward to next chapter that one will be ready by this weekend to post XD.

Prince of music

Prologue

Echizen Ryoma was born in the United states. His parents are famous musicians, Echizen Rinko is known for her beautiful play on the piano and Echizen Nanjirou was known for being able to play almost every instrument out there and his vocal skills were one of the best out there. Nanjirou is the lead singer of the famous band named Black Wolf, which he started ten years ago. Before that he had played in other band like, Piggy Back Rider, Crying Rose and Lover, Player.

Born into a world of music, Echizen Ryoma was known as a music prodigy. At the age of twelve he played could play almost every classical piece on the piano. The other instruments he mastered are the guitar, violin and the bass. He also has talent in writing and composing.

Chapter 1

He had thought he had the best life anyone could wish for, but one fateful day he went to visit his boyfriend who was on tour. As he opened the door of the hotel room he heard the sounds of love making. The first voice he could recognize anywhere, that was his boyfriend, but when he heard the second voice he was broken, but still couldn't believe it, it had to be some cruel joke. His feet lead him to the door of the bedroom and slowly cracked open the door. Without a sound he looked, his boyfriends eyes were closed his mouth slightly open. The other was on top of his boyfriend doing things that his boyfriend never let him do. Before he knew it he ran out. He had loved his boyfriend deeply, he still did. But he knew he couldn't stay with him. All this time they were together felt like a lie. Days and weeks past but the image off his boyfriend in bed with someone else stayed in his mind. At nights he didn't sleep well because the image became vivid and all the pain felt like a sharp knife cutting through his heart. His boyfriends voice saying a name that wasn't his made him wake up screaming. The other face made him feel like someone just started dancing on his heart. Other nights he woke up screaming only because the other told him how useless he was as a friend and that his boyfriend always wanted him. He never thought he could love someone so deeply that you would just want to die when you find out that love isn't real.

"Ryoma, do you want anything to eat?" a middle aged beautiful woman asked.
"Ryoma...?" she asked again, but still no answer from the boy in question, who sat in front of the window, staring outside to where it was raining.
The woman lay a hand on his shoulder and the boy looked at the woman with a glazed look.
"This is not good Ryoma, you should eat or at least do something." her voice grew with worry.
"I'm sorry mom, I'd like something to eat." Ryoma said as he stood up from his seat.
"You shouldn't worry so much, it'll work out somehow." Rinko hugged her son.
Ryoma closed his eyes. After all this time he hadn't cried over his boyfriend and after all this time he still couldn't cry. A part of him couldn't let him go.
Rinko lead her son to the dining room and seated him on a chair.
"You made Japanese food..." Ryoma stared at his plate in amazement.
"Yes I thought if anything would make you eat, it would be Japanese food." Rinko looked lovingly at her son.

Ryoma directed his attention to his food. His mother was right, he liked Japanese food the best. Even though he only stayed in Japan from the age of one till the age of four. He always had liked Japan better then America. But his dad wanted to be famous so America was a natural choice.

"Rai called, are you going to call him back?" Rinko had woken Ryoma from his thoughts with her question.
"No." Ryoma said stubbornly.
"What are you going to do?" Rinko was desperate, he son had sat home for weeks doing nothing but staring out of the window.
"I'm going to Japan." said Ryoma suddenly as the sparkle returned to his eyes.
"You what?" Rinko was stunned, her son had never mentioned Japan before, well beside the food that was.
"I'm going to Japan, I always liked Japan better and there I can have a fresh start." He left the words 'without Rai' unspoken.
Ryoma stood up, "I'm going to pack," and he left the room.

"Honey I'm home..." Yelled a man laughing as he closed the front door behind him.
He heard nobody and thus walked to the dining room where he found his wife.
"Rinko baby, what's up?" asked the man as he sees the stunned expression.
"Ryoma..." started Rinko returning from her shock.
"What's with him?" the man asked worried. He'd never let his son know, but he was concerned for his youngest son. All this drama can't be good for such a young boy.
"He's going to Japan, he's packing right now." Rinko locked eyes with her husband. Nanjirou was her husband for a long time now he never was much of a fatherly type, but that changed with the years. Nanjirou became a caring man and even though music was his all, his family comes first. Nanjirou and Ryoma are much alike and not only their appearance.
"Where did that come from?" Nanjirou sat down beside his wife.
"I don't know, but I actually think it's good for him." Rinko looked at Nanjirou.
"But honey, Why does that boy have to go to Japan?" Nanjirou didn't understand why his son had to go to Japan while he had it good here.
"You know what he has to do, he's in a world of hurt and everybody here knows him. Every magazine is writing about their break up. Have you gone through the tabloids lately?"
She took his silence as a No, "They tear him apart in those magazines. In Japan he'll have some peace and quiet and the most important thing he'll have time for himself." explained Rinko as she looked her husband in the eyes.
"Hmm." was the only thing Nanjirou said as he listened to his wife's plead.

Rinko and Nanjirou were away from home most of the time. Nanjirou had an world famous band and he travelled around the world. Rinko was just as famous, but a classical musician. And so her tours were relatively short, because she only performed in her own country and only had to travel to different cities. Nanjirou on the other hand was away for weeks, sometimes even months, with his band. Even though for long time Ryoga had watched Ryoma, they still felt they had a part in pushing Ryoma into Rai's arms.

Nanjirou stood up after the talk with his wife, he felt he had to talk to his son, so he went upstairs to his room.
"Yo Brat, What are you doing?" Nanjirou looked around in the room and saw Ryoma put all sorts of things in his suitcases.
"I'm going to Japan." Ryoma never looked up as he said it.
"What are you going to do there?"
"Relax and find out what I wanna do." Ryoma looked his dad in the eyes, Nanjirou saw that sparkle, that sparkle that Ryoma had when he got stubborn about something. Nanjirou hadn't seen the sparkle in weeks. Nanjirou knew that young people could do crazy things without thinking, he had done his own fair share of crazy things. But that sparkle was something they had in common.
"And what then, do you think everything will be solved when you get to Japan?" Nanjirou asked, he was getting frustrated with his son for not thinking this through.
Ryoma knew Father was right, he hadn't thought about it, he just wanted to get as far away as possible. Rai still held great power over him, but he had lived as a hermit. Never answering the phone, not even opening the door. He opened the door once but that was still a mistake. It wasn't Rai though, but still a mistake to open the door.
"So what?" Ryoma still was being stubborn.
"Okay, if you really want to go to Japan that badly you'll do it according my terms." said Nanjirou, he could be just as stubborn as his son.
"And that is?" Ryoma knew his father was bargaining with him.
"You'll go to school there, and not some rich school, no you'll go to the school I choose." Nanjirou was just getting started.
"That's all?" wondered Ryoma as he looked at his father.
"You'll be staying with Ryoga, he's twenty-two now and he has a steady job as a manager from small time bands. He's been living in our old house as you know." Ryoga is Ryoma's older brother, but he went back to Japan when he turned eighteen.
"So that's the only thing you're expecting from me?"
Yes if I think of anything I'll let you know." Nanjirou started walking to the door.
"Did you ever cheat on mom?" Ryoma asked out of the blue.
Nanjirou turned around, shocked by the question, "Yes I have, I'm not proud of it, we were together for more than a year when it happened. It was an accident that never should have happened and entirely my fault, but your mother and I worked things out. Especially because we learned she was pregnant," Nanjirou still felt the shame of his deed.
"How did mom got over it?" Ryoma looked hopeful at his father.
"With a lot of talking, and me committing to her. For a while she and your brother were the only thing in my life, but she understood when I got restless and she began to trust me again. And that's when I joined Piggy Back Rider." Nanjirou looked at the hopeful expression of his son.
"With their love making he said he loved him." The painful words fell out of his mouth before he knew it.
"Oh my god Ryoma, I didn't knew." Nanjirou didn't know any words that would make Ryoma feel better.
Ryoma just went back to his packing and Nanjirou left the room with an strange feeling in the pit of his stomach.
'Sometimes you just can't protect your children from everything.' Nanjirou's thoughts ran through his head.

To be continued...

Athor's note: I hope you liked reading it, review or not, I will keep writing XD