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-Necklace-

"Here," Fuji said as he fixed the hook of the necklace around Ryoma's neck. "See? We have a matching necklace. That way no matter how far we are, we're always connected by this necklace."

"But," Ryoma said. "What if I lost it? How are we connected then?" Using his fingers, he played with the heart shape with the words Fuji Syusuke carved on it. He smiled when he saw Fuji's necklace; he liked the fact that Fuji have his name carved on his necklace. It made him feel special.

"You won't." He said knowingly. "I know you won't. And even if you do lose it, I would find you no matter what..."

"Yeah? Can you though? The world is sooooooo big." Ryoma spread his arms to show his point.

Fuji laughed. "Yes, I can."

Ryoma wake up, back wetted with sweat. The same dream over and over again. How long has it been since this dream starts to play in his mind? Fuji Syusuke... Ryoma likes the way how the words flew out of his mouth and that it sounded so smooth.

Despite the fact that he memorized his name, Ryoma can't remember that person's face. First, he have bad memories and second, he haven't see that person for a long time. Also, he met this 'Fuji' in his childhood, so memories are fuzzy.

Stretching his arms, Ryoma stand up and walked to the bathroom. With everything done, he dressed up and get his tennis rackets and balls before walking out of the house.

He sat on the bench, waiting for his blonde friend.

"Damn that Kevin, already late for 10 minutes. And he said I'm th one who's late all the time." He tapped his foot not patiently and stared at his watch, silently keeping tracking how long Kevin is late.

"Hey buddy, sorry I'm late!" Kevin ran to him and panted. "Damn car traffic."

"Whatever, hurry up so we can play tennis." Ryoma take out his red racket and walked to the court.

"Give me a break, I just get here!" Kevin said but still take out his racket too.

The game began...

Ryoma chugged down the can of soda until it's empty before throwing it at the trash can.

"Hey Kev, this is our last match. I'm leaving to Japan tomorrow."

"Yeah I know, keep in contact, 'kay?" Kevin looked at Ryoma with uncertainty, a part of him not sure if Ryoma would go that far for him.

"Sure, I guess." Kevin sighed in relief.

"Guess this is goodbye, huh?" After that, no one spoke.

The next day, the plane destined to fly to Japan from America take off.