A/N: Hey there! I'm back with somethign little. Actually I just wanted to write their (or at least Yukimura's) personalities in another way. Meaning this is a üpersonality study. Maybe I expand this... Nah, probably not. Anyways, I'm working one some shit (Helpless Room) and literally don't know when I upload as next.

So, until next time~

Disclaimer: Little me doesn't own anything so wonderful without sense.

He hated him. It was a rather simple fact. He couldn't stand being in the same room as the other, or even just hearing the other's name. The other's existence made him mad. He was after all so near the championship, but then this little brat just appeared and needed to take everything he worked hard for from him. The years of pain, in that damn white room, where he couldn't do much other than sit there and glare at the moments were he felt pathetic and weak, because he couldn't be with his team, even though he was their captain. The only thing, that held him alive at that time, was the hope of one day playing tennis again and winning the nationals. He held onto this hope and finally he was ready to play tennis again, was ready to beat that little brat and to destroy him. Sadly the gods decided that he didn't deserve to win and this damn cocky little brat got to win instead. He would never understand why. What did he do, to lose against a brat like him?

He really hated Echizen Ryoma.

His fingers gripped the soft material of his shorts, as he looked at the boy, who walked to him, smiling happily.

"Yukimura-san."

"Are you here to taunt me and to laugh at me," He wanted to ask, but the words never left his mouth. Instead he took the hand, the boy held out to him, pretending to smile gentle, though his grip on the boy's hand was everything other than gentle. He was sure, that they boy felt the pain, but he still didn't show any emotions, which annoyed him even more.

"You're mad," The kid muttered, upon feeling pressure.

'Well noticed, kid,' He thought.

"I guess that's pretty understandable."

"Ah, is it now?"

"Yes." The boy's eyes met his and he couldn't help but feel fascinated. They were golden and they held a passionate glance in them, waiting to be awoken once again. Seiichi couldn't help but feel lost, looking at them. In the boy's eyes... Was hidden so much more. Too much to grasp it all. Before he could think more about it, he heard Echizen's voice again, waking him up from his trance. He scolded himself for getting fascinated by such a little thing, but stopped as he brain understood, what exactly Ryoma said.

"After all you seem to believe that we're fighting instead of playing."

He narrowed his eyes and replied with a collected and cold voice, "Don't we all in the end?"

"I don't."

"You don't? So you're playing instead of fighting?"

Ryoma shrugged and then turned around, ready to go, "Who knows?"

"Huh, you... Don't know?" Pathetic.

"Nah, I don't know. I don't even know, why I'm here in Japan ."

"Stop kidding. You wouldn't be here, if it wouldn't benefit you or your tennis in any way."

"Really? I don't think so."

"Bu-"

"Don't you believe, that if I really wanted to reach something, I could just have stayed in America? After all I probably have more chances to get better in tennis there than here."

"... Then why are you here..."

"I don't have a reason, Yukimura-senpai. I'm just here."

"How...?"

"How? Well, senpai how do you talk with someone that you hate, without getting any benefits from it?"

"...," Yukimura's eyes widened.

"Simple, you don't know or you don't talk at all."

"...I..."

"So ask yourself please, if you really hate me. That's the first step towards your answer," With that Ryoma walked away, leaving a speechless Seiichi behind.