Eternal.Angel
November 22, 2007 to November 22, 2007

Disclaimers: I do not own any part whatsoever of Prince of Tennis.
Summary: After a hate crime, demolishing all the family that Fuji had ever known, he seeks the help of an old friend, who earns him admittance to an all women's retreat society, granted that he cross-dresses. Fuji, desperate to leave his old life that has fallen to shambles gladly takes the offer and moves to the settlement to start his new life as a 'woman'. His plan is foolproof; it has to be. Well... until a certain Atobe Keigo enters his life. Enjoy! And don't forget to review please!

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Facing Reality: ONE
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"Syuusuke, why? Why did you do it?"

"And I thought I trusted you, Aniki…"

"How dare you hurt our family name!"

"You're not part of our family anymore…"

"Anymore…anymore…anymore…"

"Stop it!" he cried, slamming his right fist against the right wall of his apartment. The person next door angrily shouted from his apartment, telling him to shut up and stay silent. The message did not reach to his ears though, for he was far too engrossed in his own thoughts. His mind repeated the same, hurtful words, which deeply etched and scarred his heart. His mind played the same scene over and over again, and he clutched his now bloody fist tightly. He must have been insane at that time…so why did he do it exactly? No, he was doing the right thing, he told himself continuously over and over, his breaths shorter and shorter as his blue diamonds eyes revealed themselves, widening. He had done the right thing before, and was doing the right thing right now, in the present.

Blood splattered all over the place, his hands stained with them. The floor was engrossed with the fresh, red liquid as it flowed downwards, towards the direction of the front entrance. No, he could not let anyone see what he had done. It would be too risky and dangerous...he had to stop it. But yet, his head hurt so much. Rubbing his temples deftly, he stumbled his way but only resulted in collapsing onto the floor, his entire body imprinted and soaked with human blood, the hatchet in his right hand falling from his grasps. Just lying along the floor felt good, and he closed his eyes to rest for a brief moment...

So why, just why, was he feeling so much pain and agony within himself?

Groaning, he reluctantly stood up straight and grabbed his coat, walking abruptly out the front door of his apartment. Where he was heading for, even he himself did not know...

"If you don't know where you are going, you should know where you come from."
-- Gullah Proverb
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Owari
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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! This fic was from Kyoka-san's own idea, I believe. I just want to get it over with over Thanksgiving break, so have fun reading, everyone! Please review and give me any feedback! I am very happy to be criticized because there is always room for improvement. Arigatou!

Ja ne, and I do not own any part of Prince of Tennis!

Eternal.Angel