Hiyas, AkiraYama here and it's here! Yes that's right the Sequal to Love Letters Take Up Walls... or whatever... nah just kidding, but seriosly this is the Sequal

I also would like to submit an apology for killing Eiji, I mean he's my favorite character too, but I didn't think Fuji dying... I don't know, but Eiji being the artist seemed right and the artist was the one that was to die. Again Akira-chan is vewy vewy sowwy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the totally awesome and much loved Prince of Tennis

Fuji stared at the portrait of himself hanging above his wall. The perfection itself was enough to make him cry, but what really made him cry was the fact that it had been painted by his true love; who was now… dead. An image of the smiling energetic red head flashed through his mind and he sighed, tears slowly flowing from his eyes. "Eiji, why… why did it have to be you…?"

Eiji's body laid in a hospital bed, his pale face, beautiful as it was, seemed eerie to Fuji, as he looked at the faint smile. Eiji had jumped from a cliff accidentally while somersaulting happily and unfortunately fell to the ground… dead. Fuji refused to accept it, but when no one came to claim the body- no family even showed up- the hospital just allowed the body to rest in a secluded room of the hospital.

Fuji came everyday, usually in a fatal attempt to skip practice. Tennis would never be the same without the energetic acrobatic player.

No one on the team knew about Eiji but Fuji. He hadn't had the heart to tell them… it was just too depressing already and then… actually saying he was dead meant he had the admit to himself that he was never coming back. What really tied his emotions around was the guilt he felt… the guilt that said it was entirely his fault; all Fuji's fault.

The next day during tennis Fuji decided to go this time and take his punishment from Tezuka. He walked onto the court, as did the others. He had the same closed-eye-smile on his face, but inside he felt torn apart, a tornado of emotions.

Oishi saw Fuji, but noticed Eiji wasn't there… he hadn't been there in awhile. It worried him greatly because he knew that only something extraordinarily terrible must have been keeping him away. He quickly walked over to the sadistic-and already in much trouble- genius. He walked up behind Fuji as he was tying his shoes again, knelt down of the court. "Hey Fuji… er, do you know what happened to Eiji?"

Fuji swallowed; already fearing the question would come up, but still unsure how to answer it. He slowly unfinished tying his shoes and stood up, still unsure how to answer. He turned to look at the co-captain, still smiling; an anxious yet worried expression on Oishi's face. "Er-," Fuji paused, not wanting to lie. "He's not going to be coming."

Oishi cocked his head to one side and wished to push on for more of an explanation, but then Tezuka walked onto the court and yelled Fuji's name. Fuji, half relieved and half nervous turned to his buchou. "Missing practice is strictly prohibited." Tezuka said, in his calm monotone voice. "100 laps."

"Yes Tezuka-buchou!"

After practice and a stop to the hospital to check on Eiji, Fuji went home, but took a detour. He walked down to the school, but turned in a different direction, going down a darkening alleyway. He stopped at what many believed as the worst case of vandalism known to the neighborhood. Fuji once thought that as well, until he stopped and saw it for what it really was; a true work of art… a love letter that took up a wall.

Fuji had found it the day before Eiji's death and realized that what you see isn't always what you get, but sometimes… better. Love and hatred borderline one another and something so little can choose for you which you cross over to. Fuji had thought he hated graffiti, but now he was at the borderline. He loved it because it was just simply an artists work, something they loved and cherished. However he hated it because it reminded him of his beloved Eiji.

Graffiti and Eiji were exactly the same. Both misunderstood until wiped away. Graffiti thought to be simple vandalism that was just a pain to get rid of; Eiji a simply overly energetic tennis player that was always a pain when hanging all over you; both brilliant and yet with a dark side. Eiji was always around, but then he was... gone. Just as graffiti...

As Fuji stared at the brilliant work tears fell painfully from his eyes. "Why? Why did you say all this and just… why?" Fuji whispered as he cried, his knees hitting the ground, his fist hitting the brick wall. "Eiji, I loved you and you just… why…?"

Su... so so so so saddy sad sad... Sorry, but a lil' heads up about Oishi, I honestly have this thing where I don't really like him, but I put him in here, but I'll pretty much keep his character the same or I'll make him look like the bad guy in one way or another.

Sorry Oishi and golden pair fans! Oh another thing I refuse to write Golden Pair Yaoi... yes awesome as a team, but nothing more!