Disclaimer: If I owned Prince of Tennis…hohohohoho….there would be sooooo much yaoi action. But seeing as to how there's not, it is easy to conclude that I don't own it.

Summary: Echizen Ryoma was happy. Everything was amazing with his life, his family and most importantly he and his lovers. Until everything came crashing down.

Warnings: OT6, othersxryoma, cheating

A/N: I got the inspiration for this from reading a story called Forgotten but Not Broken, and I loved it, but it hasn't updated in forever, so...yeah...

Chapter 1: Decisions

Echizen Ryoma, at first, had no idea what was going on with his lovers. The six of them had been together for five years now, he knew them inside and out, so for them to be acting so...different was strange indeed. At first it was hardly noticeable, but as the months went on he started to notice that they distance between the six of them was larger than it was when they had first met. There were nights when they all came home late and they wouldn't tell him were they had been, and other times when he would hug them, they would stand stiffly still, and he'd smell them out of habit and there would be a scent on them that he never smelled before, and it would be the same scent whenever they cam home late. It knew it wasn't one of his colognes, he'd never wear something so fruity.

He was anything but an idiot, it was plain to see, once you put all the pieces together, they were cheating on him.

It was as simple as that.

At first he hadn't wanted to believe it, so he had a private detective follow them, and it was true. So there he stood, look at the picture of his lovers embracing some wannabe Echizen Ryoma. Oh, he could definitely see the similarity between the two of them, their bodies were similarly and their hair was also of a close color, but while his was more a green tinted black, this boy's, for he was not a day older than 16, more of a dark brown. Truly though, he was way better looking.

Ryoma shook his head and threw the pictures down to the floor, he let out a huge sigh and covered his eyes with his forearm as laid back down on his bed. No, he thought to himself, he would not cry again, they didn't deserve it.

He had to leave, there was no other way. If he stayed any longer, he would, without a doubt, be the only one that would suffer. He softly nodded to himself, they could keep their knock-off, he would go back home and get his life back together, plus there was the convenient U.S. Open,that he had been invited to, coming up soon. He had called his dad the other day and told him to sign him up for it.

With the tournament being less than a month away, he would have to start is training immediately in order for him to be able to participate at his fullest capacity. Not that he was slacking, oh no, such a word didn't exist in his vocabulary when tennis was concerned. Still though, normal training was completely different from tournament training and any pro would tell you the same.

With the thoughts of training and leaving firmly planted in his mind, Ryoma swiftly stood up from his bed and went into his closet to pull out his suitcase, in fact he got them all out. There was no need for him to leave any of his belongings in the mansion.

He quickly took to packing up all his clothes, tennis equipment, the photos that Syuusuke-no Fuji had taken of him, his electronics, he put his guitar into it's case. Funny how he had been playing the guitar almost as long as he'd been playing tennis, yet his lov-ex-lovers thought that he was just a beginner and was completely in-adept at it. It really was he weirdest thing, Ryoma let out a soft snort, that just added to the evidence that they truly didn't know that much about his. It was as if they only saw the prodigy tennis player and refused to look any deeper for fear of seeing him any differently. He, on the other hand, knew what each of them liked, what they disliked, what they were scared of, what their dreams were and much more. Ryoma shook his head to clear his thoughts, there was no need to keep having those thoughts. He was leaving them and that was that.

So he went back to packing. He went to the bathroom and packed up his hair products, over the years he had let it grow, and now it reached the middle of his back. Of course it's not like he really cared fr it all that much. It was more like, he had never really gotten around to cutting it, so he had just let it grow. It was thankful that it had grown soft and silky, though that was mostly because of Kei-Atobe's insistence that if he was going to grow his hair he should learn to take care of it. He put it all into a pouch and placed it into the suitcase back on the bed.

His phone and electronics with their chargers went into the duffle bag he was bringing as a carry on. Like hell he was gonna keep them away from him and they end up missing by the time he gets back to California.

His most important, Karupin, had been left at his parents home, when he visited two years ago. He had felt alone without her, but now he was happy that he had done that. He didn't have top worry about her feeling uncomfortable on the flight now.

Within a few hours, he had everything of his packed. As he packed he had called the airport and had asked if there was anyway he could change his flight so that he left tonight instead of in three days. Fortunately there was an opening and they had one seat left, they happily had given it to him, after all they strove for a full flight. Ryoma looked down at his watch, it was 5:00 in the evening and his flight left at 9:00, so he had about an hour and a half to take a shower and get ready. No problem, he thought, he'd done exactly that on a lot shorter time limit. He retrieved his phone from the duffle bag and looked up the nearest taxi company. and asked them to be at the mansion in an hour. Ending his call, he dumping his phone back on to the bed, and laid out his clothes. He took off his watch and set it on the table, Seiich-Yukimura had bought it for him for his birthday last year. They were no longer together, so it was best he left it as well. He took in a deep shaky breath and went to take a shower.

In 45 minutes, Ryoma had finished showering and was fully clothed, his old clothes, a pair of gym shorts an a t-shirt along with a pair of his boxers were in bag, ready to be thrown out. He was dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans,, a black men's singlet(wife-beater), paired with a dark green bomber jacket and his favorite pair of black Fila high-tops. He had blow dried his hair and left it all up in a beanie. He looked out the window when he heard a honk and saw that the taxi was already waiting at the gate. He put his wallet and phone in his back pockets, and put his passport at the top of his duffle bag and zipped it closed. He put all the suitcases up right on the floor and rolled the three of them out, the duffle bag was slung across his chest. Once he reached the stair he brought them down one by one. once he was done he looked around and noticed that staff watching him in confusion and worry. It was now or never, none of the staff knew what was going on with him and his lover...no it was ex-lovers now wasn't it?

"You all are probably wondering what is going on, huh? The short and simple version of it is that I'm leaving, I'm done with this relationship and I'm done with them. This will more than likely be that last time you'll see me," he bowed to them, "thank you for being there and watching over me for the past three years. I will never forget any of you." He straightened back up, "I truly wish you happiness and health for the rest of your lives. Thank you..." he trailed off as his voice began to croak.

The Head Maid and Butler stared at him, sadness written all over their faces. Tanaka-san, the Head Butler spoke first, "but Ryoma-san why? What brought this on?"

Ryoma, too prideful to let them know what their other masters had done to him, just shrugged, "I no longer see them as I used too, so it's better for all of us if I just left."

"I..I see."

"Well I don't," Tanaka-san, Tanaka-san's wife, said, "Ryoma-san you said you loved the other young masters! What happened?!" She demanded.

"Really, Tanaka-san, it's as I said before, I just don't see them as I used too." And that was the truth.

The taxi outside honked twice and Ryoma took his duffle bag plus his smallest suitcase, and bowed to them once more, "once again, thank you. I will miss you all." With that he stood up and walked to the door, behind him Tanaka-san nodded his head to two of the male staff. They nodded their head back and at him and each took a suitcase in their hand and followed Ryoma out to the taxi.

Crossing the distance of the ridiculously long driveway, Ryoma opened the gate and the driver seeing the luggage popped open is trunk. Ryoma tipped his head in thank and put his suitcase into the trunk, he turned to go get the other two, but saw that Sousuke and Toramaru had already brought them out. He smiled in thanks and help the two of them put the suitcases in. Once everything was secure, Ryoma shut the trunk closed and was pulled into an unexpected hug. Th three of them stood like that for a moment before Ryoma pulled away from them and smiled a soft, happy smile. He wished them the best of luck and they, for the last time, opened the taxi door and closed it behind him.

Ryoma turned to the driver, "to Narita Airport please," the driver nodded and put the car into drive. Ryoma waved goodbye one last time before he sat back and held back the tears that were threatening to fall. It took them about thirty minutes to reach the airport. The two of them took the three suitcases and loaded them up onto a cart. "Thank you," Ryoma said handing the driver his cab fair plus a nice tip for getting there before the asked time. "Drive safely," he said to the man, turned around and walked into the entrance, pushing his cart in front of him.

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Ryoma sat in his seat, first class of course, and stared out the window. The plane was set to take off in about another twenty minutes. Ryoma pulled out his phone and stared at three of his favorite contacts in consideration. He had to do this, but it was best that they didn't hear it from someone else and then phone him with angry rants. The three of them were the only one that had some sort of idea about what was happening between him and his now exes. With all the packing and rushed decision making, he had forgotten to call them and tell them that he was leaving. Ryoma selected their numbers and left them a group text.

I'm on the plane. I'm on my way to California. Don't call right now. The plane is about to take off. I'll call you when I land.

Once the message was sent, he shut off his phone and relaxed into his seat. It was going to be a long(almost 10 hours)flight. So he put his seat belt on and closed his eyes. It was best he went to sleep now and wake up refreshed and ready to go. Not a minute later, Ryoma was in a deep sleep, all the packing and stress had caught up to him.

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