A/n. So after reading so many stories of Ryoma being betrayed by Seigaku, I decided that I needed to do one of my own. I don't like that he runs off without telling anyone what happened, so here goes nothing! The pairing is a Ryoma/Multi. The plot is mine but the characters are not. They may be a little OOC.
Ryoma was floating on cloud nine. He had just won the Nationals for Seigaku and his team mates were throwing him up in the air with smiles on their faces. He was laughing without restraint and could not bring himself to care.
After the award ceremony, Ryoma walked up to the talking Yukimura, Sanada, and Kirihara. They all stopped talking when he reached them and looked at him expectantly. Still unbelievably happy, Ryoma offered them a genuine joyful smile that took their breath away.
"I just wanted to say thanks for the match! You're a great tennis player; all of you. I hope that we can play another match sometime." Ryoma said, offering his hand to Yukimura with a small smile.
Yukimura, Sanada, and Kirihara were surprised at how different Ryoma was acting but they were hard pressed to think that the changes were bad. Yukimura took the smaller hand in his own and smiled too. "I would love that, Echizen. I am sure the rest of my team would as well."
"Great! I can't wait! You can call me Ryoma, Yukimura-sempai. All of you can." Ryoma said, looking at Sanada and Kirihara.
"It's Seiichi then Ryoma." Seiichi said with a small smile. "You can call Genichirou and Akaya by their names too." Genichirou and Akaya nodded in agreement.
Ryoma smiled then frowned as if remembering something. "I've forgotten my Regular's jersey in the locker room. I'll talk to you guys after I go get it, yeah? I'd love to get to know you guys better." Ryoma said.
"Of course. Akaya, why don't you walk with Ryoma to the locker room?" Seiichi said, getting a nod from Akaya.
The two walked off while Seiichi and Genichirou watched them go. "Ne, Genichirou, Ryoma sure is handsome, yeah?" Seiichi asked offhandedly.
Genichirou blushed but gave an agreeing nod. "You could definitely say that."
Yukimura made a thoughtful noise. "Interesting." He whispered.
A few minutes later, a tearful Ryoma was running so fast that he crashed into Seiichi. He wrapped his arm around the distraught teen and steadied them. Akaya came running up then, looking angry and out of breath.
"Ryoma, what happened? Shh, it's ok." Seiichi whispered, rubbing soothing circles on Ryoma's upper back.
It was Akaya who answered. "We went to get his jersey and we heard those bastards talking. They were saying that they were surprised that Ryoma was actually useful for something and that they could get rid of him now that he had outlived his usefulness. They were saying that they hated him and couldn't wait to crush him."
"Except for Fuji-sempai." Ryoma broke in in a tremulous voice. "He tried to get them to take it back but they wouldn't listen!"
Seiichi's navy eyes grew hard and cold as he shared a look with Genichirou, meeting his equally angry chocolate eyes.
"Then Ryoma burst through the door and was all like 'you can keep your damn jersey. I'm through with you backstabbing morons. I can't believe that I ever trusted you. Thank you for trying Fuji-sempai'. And then he ran out here." Akaya said, shivering slightly as he recalled Ryoma's murderous aura.
Genichirou smirked slightly as he thought about how surprised Seigaku must have seemed.
"Come on Ryoma." Seiichi said soothingly. "The team and I were just getting ready to go to a café a few streets down from here. Why don't you come with us, hmm?"
"I don't want to intrude on you guys." Ryoma protested quietly, drawing himself back enough so that he could see Seiichi's face but still be encircled in his arms.
"Nonsense Ryoma! It's fine." Genichirou said with a slight smile.
"If you're sure…" Ryoma trailed off uncertainly.
"We're positive!" Akaya exclaimed.
Ryoma nodded and Seiichi let go of Ryoma but grabbed his hand lightly, eliciting a small blush from the distraught teen. They began walking towards the confused Rikkaidai team.
"What's Echizen doing with you guys? And why does he look so upset?" Yanagi asked, getting ready to expand his data.
"Ryoma is going to come with us to the café a few streets from here." Seiichi said a subtle hint of warning in his tone.
The others wisely decided not to question them further and they fell into step around their buchou, fukubuchou, and Akaya. They made it to the gates before a voice behind them stopped them.
"Whoring yourself out to Rikkaidai now, ahn?" Mom asked maliciously.
Akaya opened his mouth angrily but Ryoma spun around so abruptly, making him pause to see what Ryoma would do. He stalked up to Momo and punched him square in the eye so fast that it was like lightning, shocking Seigaku and Rikkaidai. Momo fell on backwards and landed on the ground with a thud, clutching his eye.
"I was never a whore!" Ryoma hissed. "It would serve you well to stay far away from me and say nothing untoward about me. I know things about all of you that I'm sure you don't want getting out." Ryoma threatened dangerously, his whole body shaking. He grabbed the nearest Rikkaidai regular's hand, which happened to me Marui, and dragged him away from the Seigaku regulars.
"I'll get you for this, bastard!" Momo screamed angrily from the ground.
"I'd like to see you try. You couldn't touch me, even if you wanted to." Ryoma shot over his shoulder, gracing Seigaku with a smirk before he turned the corner, still dragging Marui, prompting the other Rikkaidai members to snap partially out of their shock and follow them.
When they caught up with Ryoma, it was to see him punching a wall and gritting his teeth at the pain that caused.
"Ryoma!" Akaya exclaimed, rushing over to him. "Don't do that! You're going to break your hand if you keep doing that!" he said, going into full overprotective brother mode as he examined the bloody knuckles.
Ryoma chuckled hoarsely. "It's fine Akaya. Nothing to worry about."
"That was awesome by the way! I've never seen anyone flatten Momoshiro with one punch before." Akaya exclaimed after sending one final disapproving look at Ryoma.
Ryoma shrugged. "Tennis isn't the only thing my baka oyaji made me do. I'm a black belt in martial arts; have been since I was eight." Ryoma said, laughing at their dumbfounded looks. "My baka oyaji said that it would improve my tennis."
"You truly are something Echizen." Marui said, a surprised laugh escaping him as he ruffled the shorter male's hair.
Ryoma rolled his eyes before smirking. "Are we going to that café or are you guys going to stand there and stare at me all day?"
A/n. Done! I know that this type of story has been done a lot but I hope that it was different. Please let me know what you thought!