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Plot: If Ryoma disappeared without a trace, what would his senpai-tachi do? Inspired by Anne's SS fic. T~T Ryoma disappears - just like that - so...yeah. XD

Rating: Probably T, may make it crack or angst.

Kura's A/N : Flame AWAY. XD Another challenge from Rage-chan-senpai that I decided to try. (and even though she stated senpai-taichi, I just focused on one person - Fuji.)

"Have you heard? Echizen Ryoma is missing!"

"I last saw him fourteen days ago, you?"

"His parents must be so worried!"

"What about the tennis club? How are they coping?"

Sure, the regulars heard what others saw. But they, one of them in particular, could not help but to bury themselves into their own fantasies.

Hey, Echizen, you know what? People think that you're missing. It's kind of weird, isn't it - I just saw you yesterday, didn't I? You with your white cap over your blackish-green hair as usual. I saw you, with that smirk on your face; your usual 'mada mada dane' at the tip of your tongue; your piercing eyes. You greeted me, didn't you? I heard your half-hearted response as you set down your racquet bag in the locker room, as you got ready for practice. I ran next to you when Tezuka assigned us laps, and watched as you played matches against Eiji.

So how can they say you're missing?

People say I'm in denial. I don't think so, do you? The last time I saw you, you went 'see you tomorrow, senpai'. I replied back in kind, and we set off in opposite directions.

Echizen, you were never one to break your promises, were you?

Maybe I really am in denial.

Maybe my thoughts about seeing you were all fiction, made up by my mind.

Because now I realise that I have never seen you since the day you left, fifteen days ago.

Because now I realise that I miss you.

Everything about you.

Your smirk.

Your messy blackish-green hair.

Your pure-white cap.

Your brattiness.

I really wonder where you are now. Are you safe? Please don't tell me you're lying, broken, in a ditch somewhere.

Please tell me you're still walking on our streets, with that bratty aura radiating from you.

Please tell me that you're still here, with that smirk on your face.

Because I'm sick of being buried in my imagination.

I believe it's time for me to wake up and smell the roses.

Echizen, it has been four months.

Do you still remember me?

I haven't forgotten you, but others have.

Slowly, one by one.

Slowly, their lives has gone back to normal.

Even the team has returned to normal.

It's like people forgot the freshman regular even existed.

We hung a team photo up in the clubroom, did you know?

You're there, and everyday I go and look at it. At us. At you.

And I wonder how people could have even forgotten you in the first place.

Because without you, the Seishun Gakuen Tennis Club is not complete.

So, I wish with all my heart, that you will return to us.

I make a wish, and send it out to the blue sky.

xowarix

Beta-ed by my stupid brain.