Author's Note: This is my first fanfic guys so please understand if my writing is not up to standard. I noticed that there are not much fanfics detailing Ryoma's past so I decided to include that in this fanfic. I hope this prologue gives you a rough idea of my story and please review my story either to compliment or give constructive criticism. Please do let me know if you wish for me to continue this story in your reviews. Many thanks
Prologue
"Do you see him? Yeah, the one walking like he owns the place." "Seriously, who does Echizen Ryoma think he is? He's so arrogant, saying mada mada dane everywhere. People say he's a prodigy with a cold heart but honestly he just looks like some snobby rich brat to me. Che."
Deep breaths Ryoma, deep breaths. You can do this, hold your head up high, maintain your mask and do not let such childish taunts get to you. Be strong and emotionless like the perfect heir you are. Those people talking behind your back mean nothing, absolutely nothing to you. You are unbreakable, unmovable and invincible.
With tears prickling his eyes, Ryoma swiftly walked out of his elementary school with mask in place, into the limo waiting for him at the school gate with his most trusted confidant a.k.a butler, Anthony, opening the door for him.
In the limo, he released his tears and cried silently, reminding himself he should not let such trival matters affect him and berated himself for almost slipping his mask. Swearing to perfect his mask, Ryoma looked out the window, letting himself enjoy the moving scenery while he could. Anthony shaked his head, feeling sorry for the young master he had practically raised from birth, wishing Keigo was here in America for his dear young master who was slowly but surely breaking.