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"It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone - but it takes a lifetime to forget someone." It seemed so long ago when I first started liking him. Soon, it developed into something more and everything was perfect... but now that he's gone it takes so long to forget him...no, the question should be, "Will I ever forget him?" or will it take a lifetime?

Syuusuke's Point of View

Pitying looks passed around all over again…why, why do they do this? Do they not know that it is only torturing me more, reminding me over…and over…again?

Whispers through the hallways…do they think I can't hear them? Do they think I don't notice when they stop their whispers once they see me?

They say, "Poor Prince Fuji, lost his lover and his brother in the same day, in the same hour…poor, poor him," with no regards to my feelings at all. I don't want to hear such a thing – I don't want their pity. It's been three days...but it's all the same to me.

He stole my lover and they treat him the same way. But not me. Never me. I'm always treated differently, and I hate it.

Tezuka…he stole Ryoma from me…but everyone treats him with the same level of respect as they did before. When the servants come near me, it looks like they are treading on thin ice.

It's annoying.

Sometimes, during the night, now, I just want someone to hold, someone to stay by my side and cuddle with me, just like Ryoma did…but I can't find anyone else as beautiful and exhilarating as Ryoma. I can't take it into my heart to replace him…I loved him, and he betrayed me.

Mother and Father say I've become more reclusive. I suppose it's true. I don't speak much. After all, it's only a few days after it happened – and I can still recall every moment of my fury, that still lasts.

Flashback

The paper is still crumpled in my hand. "Tezuka…" I whisper furiously, wishing of some way to inflict pain to him at the moment.

But – he's the army general, everyone trusts him. I can't do anything…for now…they'll all just assume that what the letter says is true.

I know better. Ryoma can't love him…he just can't. Tezuka's behind this all and I'll find everything out.

Nothing will stop me from getting Ryoma back. "Ryoma…wait for me…I'm coming for you…" I throw the paper in the wastebasket with as much force as possible, clean up the sand and glass by my window, and finally, sitting on my bed, the tears begin to flow.

I don't cry. I just don't. Even Ryoma hasn't seen me cry, he thinks I'm strong… But this is a special occasion, right? Even a prince with a strong exterior must cry sometimes.

"Ryoma…I love you…and I thought you loved me back…but I guess I was wrong…" I whisper to myself, and after removing all traces of tears, I stalk out of the room.

End Flashback

I need to see Ryoma. Now. I need to find out if all this nonsense could be true – and Ryoma needs to make a decision. Me or him. I trust Ryoma, he'll pick me.

I am the prince. Tezuka wouldn't dare go against me. He can't do anything, but I can.

I immediately stop in my walking – for I had been about to attend a meeting with Father and other important advisors, but that could wait.

This could not.

Besides, as Army General, Tezuka would bound to be there – and I couldn't face him. I might lose control. What better time to speak to Ryoma than a time when Tezuka's not there?

I'm sure Ryoma is in Tezuka's house.

Most likely, Father will be mad if I do not attend, but that's not on my mind right now.

My path changes from the meeting room to the stables. A stable boy is already waiting, as he always is, with a horse ready.

"Where to, Fuji-dono?" the stable boy asks. I do not deign to respond and just get on the saddle.

"Is she fast?" I want to get to where I'm going as soon as I can.

The stable boy nods, "Aye, Fuji-dono. One of our fastest."

I swiftly nod back and urge the horse to gallop out of the gates as fast as it can go. I don't bother looking behind me, but I'm sure that if I do, the stable boy would be waving and standing there with a stupid grin on his face, not noticing that he's probably eating the dust the horse kicked up.

Eating dust. Literally. I give myself a reminder to give him some medicine when I get back – we can't have one of our stable boys get sick.

The path to where Tezuka's house is curved and overgrown with weeds as I'm taking a shortcut rarely anyone uses.

Several times the horse stumbles on stray rocks or bumps in the road. Twice she trips over a dead animal. Each time, I raise my "dangerous aura" as it's been dubbed, and even though the mare isn't a human, she reacts as if she is – which means squealing and listening to my commands.

When I reach Tezuka's mansion, I grimace in disgust. Tezuka has absolutely no taste at all. His abode is blindingly white and is boring.

I don't like flowery houses like Atobe's, but Tezuka's house must be the most drab and ugly living area in the land. I tether my mare to a nearby tree next to the gate. Striding up to the door, and possibly, the moment of truth, I use the heavy knocker and knock on the door three times. I hear shuffling footsteps and immediately know it is Tezuka's friend and advisor, Ryuuzaki-san.

I like her; although she's old, she's clever and also used to be the palace's tennis coach.

She opens the door, and clucks her tongue. "Please come in, Fuji-sama, but I'm afraid you will not like what you will hear."

I nod and step in, graciously taking off my shoes, all the while pondering her words. Had Ryoma confided in her? After all, Ryuuzaki-san was always close to Ryoma since she was both his tennis coach and his father's tennis coach (I apologize to Ryuuzaki-san for saying this, but, yes, she is that ancient).

She leads me down a narrow hallway, dimly lit with fluorescent lights above my head. I am reminded of a hospital.

We reach the stairs, and she leaves me there after saying, "Second door to the left." I nod at her retreating back and head up the stairs.

The steps themselves are nothing special, just carpeted in white to make more comfortable. The railings, however, are carved with beautiful swirls and patterns. I run my hands over the ridges underneath them.

Looking at the pattern, it really looks like an ocean, creeping up the stairway to grasp whatever treasure may lie above.

I hate to say this about Tezuka's house, but the railings really are amazing. As I climb up the spiraling staircase, I study the etching. They were done by a professional carpenter, obviously.

However, some parts of the railing are roughly done, most likely Tezuka's own handiwork. He has really put effort into this house…

I reach the top of the staircase, pausing to look around me. I notice the second door to the left, and I can hear bouncing from inside. That was probably Ryoma bored, playing with a tennis ball.

Pondering over my decision, I wonder if it was really right to do this. Although the probability of Ryoma leaving me for Tezuka was highly unlikely, Ryoma had stated in his letter what had happened…and if anything, Ryoma wasn't a liar.

As I approach the door, this decision seemed more and more like a bad idea. But since when was I someone who gave up? Never.

Determinedly, I grab the handle and turn it. Opening the door, my eyes immediately dart around, seeking out Ryoma, hungry for his image after days of being deprived of it.

He turns around at the sound, no doubt thinking it was Tezuka or Ryuuzaki-san. "Yes?" he drawls out, and my heart nearly stops beating at the sound of his voice.

Ryoma faces me fully, and his eyes widen.

Ryoma's Point of View

After Atobe drags me out the window – and I swear I get a cut, although it's so shallow it doesn't bleed – we get on his horse, me in front, his arms reaching around me to grasp the reins.

It feels like a betrayal already.

Atobe gets the horse to move, and we're off at a gallop. I close my eyes and imagine that Atobe was Syuusuke.

It makes me feel both better and worse.

While I feel safer and more relaxed, it also feels as if a stone block had been dropped into my stomach.

Suddenly, the horse stops abruptly, jerking its hind leg in a strange fashion. Atobe swears in disgust and says, "This unreliable horse is not fit for Ore-sama's use."

I look behind me, and I come to the realization that the horse had most likely stumbled on a stone and loosened its horseshoe, of all things.

While Atobe, who surprisingly knows how to fix it (I didn't dare ask him in case he started blabbering on about being awed by his prowess again), is laboring over the horse's foot while muttering like Shinji Ibu from the science and technology department, I was thinking.

I'm not really sure what to think of, and the first thing or things that come to mind are, 'Karupin. Ponta. Tennis. Heh…mada mada dane. Syuusuke.' Discarding the last thought immediately, I decide to focus on Ponta instead.

"Hey, Monkey King. Does Tezuka's house have Ponta, by any chance?" I ask. Just imagining the cool, sugary, fizzy feeling of Ponta sliding down my throat was enough to block out any other unwanted thoughts.

I knew what they were, but I didn't want to think of them now.

"Of course not," Atobe looks affronted. "Ore-sama would never let Tezuka-sama buy such a lowly, commoner's drink."

I roll my eyes. "Ponta isn't lowly. It's worth more than you, anyways. But that's not saying much," I ponder to think what could be worth as much as my Ponta. "Fine, then it's worth more than my sleep. Now that's saying a lot."

Atobe gasps sharply and pulls back from the horse's foot. "Are you saying Ore-sama is worth nothing? Ore-sama has a lot of amazing traits: honest, kind, handsome, modest, incredible, awesome, and of course, Ore-sama is immensely humble."

I only smirk and turn away. "Says the person who refers to himself as 'the great me'," I mumble, hiding a laugh when he jumps up affronted. Fighting with Monkey King really distracts me from thinking about other things.

"You brat," Atobe mutters. He jumps back onto the horse, which grunts, and starts us off once again.

We near Tezuka's mansion and it's the most boring house I've ever seen. It must be the ugliest house in all history.

Atobe drops me off at the gate, and tethers his stallion to a tree. Although his house is painfully ugly, I have to admit his garden is okay. It's filled with all different colors of flowers and plants, exotic or natural. The colors are ordered perfectly to make it have a neat but not trying too hard look.

But it's still mada mada compared to the palace gardens.

Sometimes Syuusuke and I used to walk together in the gardens. Somehow, they'd engineered wasabi smelling flowers that were edible, and he'd try to make me eat them all the while popping a few in his mouth for himself. Thinking about it makes my heart beat painfully.

I…I want to go back. I wish this was all a dream. I close my eyes and stop walking, because somehow, when I open my eyes, I'll be back in Syuusuke's room. I take a tentative step forward – and promptly trip over a pebble. Stupid pebble.

I shut my eyes tighter, holding my hands out to stop my fall. Instead, I end up hugging a warm, solid body.

Opening my eyes, I gulp not very subtly. "Oh…hi, Tezuka-sama."

"Hello, Ryoma-kun," he replies as if nothing were wrong. "Please feel free to call me Kunimitsu."

I hide a grimace. His name is so long and so unlike him. I never liked the name Kunimitsu. "Yadda."

Tezuka narrows his eyes. I can see the untold threat in them. "Fine," I acquiesce.

He nods abruptly and turns back to Atobe. "Thank you, Atobe-san. I will see to it that you get a pay raise." Atobe flinches at the much distanced term that Tezuka used to address him. I don't know how Monkey King, a flowery and dramatic guy can love such a boring person like Tezuka. I will never understand, but then again, no one understands why I like Syuusuke, or even guys.

According to my dad, he'll never have cute little grandchildren to pamper anymore. His whole life goal was to see me bring home "beautiful blond babes" (quoting him).

I wasn't sorry to disappoint him at all.

I get pulled forward by a strong hand and I stumble a bit before righting myself and continuing walking. Tezuka leads me into his boring house, and he shows me around a bit.

The inside isn't bad, but it's just as blindingly white. He leaves me upstairs in the second bedroom to the left side of the upstairs hallways, and says, "I have a meeting now. Stay here. You're not allowed to come out of this room unless I authorize it. If you need anything, let Ryuuzaki-sensei know by ringing this bell," he indicates a small metal bell on the table side.

I'm glad to know there's at least one familiar face around here – Ryuuzaki-sensei used to be the tennis coach, but took to living with Tezuka and doing some of the housework around here.

Ryuuzaki-sensei is also friends with oyaji, and she has this annoying little granddaughter that always turns red and stutters when she sees me. I wonder what her problem is. Is she allergic to me or something? ( a / n Ryoma is so oblivious to Sakuno…it makes me happy.)

That would certainly be an interesting thing to report to Inui who is the head of the science and technology department.

I close the door to maintain at least a bit of privacy and look around and the room is just as boring as I expected it to be. The walls are white and there's nothing on them at all. The bed is white and the blankets a pale shade of blue – pushed into one of the corners, opposite the closet, which is basically just a pair of doors that open into a small dressing room. A simple wooden desk sits in the corner that's not occupied by the bed but not on the wall that the closet is on. It's white too, and I start to wonder if Tezuka has this serious obsession with the color white.

He should get it checked out, it's pretty serious. The closet is bare, besides a single note that laid on the floor. It was in Tezuka's handwriting: Clothes will be brought in by Ryuuzaki-sensei soon after you arrive.

I suppose Atobe had gone to retrieve those as well from the palace where I pretty much lived with Syuu. My heart suffers a terrible pang for a second, but I recover quickly.

My feet walk themselves over to the bed (over the white carpeting) and I brush my fingers over the blue. Feeling a sudden impulse to ruin the perfection, I jump on the bed, landing spread-eagle on the covers. It's surprisingly soft and I sink into it feeling relief and the ultimate sense of comfort before I realize where I am and suddenly sit up.

I sit and think about anything but Syuusuke (like Ponta) for around half an hour before Ryuuzaki-sensei comes in with a stack of clothes.

She smiles sadly at me. "I'm sorry Ryoma…I can't take sides in this…I will just continue to do my duty and what's expected."

"That's okay," I reply, abruptly. "I wasn't expecting anything else anyways." She flinches at my harsh tone but stands taller and continues putting my clothes in the closet. "I can do that myself," I say, not wanting any other hands than necessary touch my garments.

She nods and leaves the stack on my bed, opening the door to walk out. I suppose I could be kinder to her; it wasn't her fault anyways. "Ryuuzaki-sensei?" I call questioningly.

She turns around with a hopeful look. "Yes, Ryoma?"

"It wasn't your fault," I hope she gets what I mean…she's definitely smart enough.

"No…it wasn't…and thank you," she replies smiling kindly at me, this time without pity or sadness. "Good luck."

I nod curtly and she closes the door behind her. Her receding footsteps slowly fade into the silence as she goes down the stairs and off to whatever she had to do now.

She wasn't a maid…Tezuka would never do that to her, as she was our beloved tennis teacher…the one that taught me to develop my own style…

Ryuuzaki-sensei just took care of the housework since Tezuka was probably both a horrid cook and had no idea how to do any of that kind of stuff at all.

She was more treated like a mother or a live-in babysitter – food and accommodations in exchange for doing the housework. Her granddaughter…Sakuno, was it, lived with Sakuno's parents in another house near the palace.

I slowly get off the bed and take the stack of neatly folded clothes. Opening the closet door tentatively I peer inside and carefully arrange my clothes on the racks the way I want them.

The doors close again when I'm done with my task and I collapse on the bed again and run a hand through my green hair.

'Alright,' I tell myself. 'I'm going to get through this for Syuusuke, because of him. And for myself because I can't lose my pride.'

Soon after my bold statement, I realize that there is, in fact, absolutely nothing to do here. Therefore, I decide to sleep – why not get some rest then play some tennis afterwards?

I don't bother to change into night clothes or get under the covers; I just lay my head on the pillow and attempt to sleep.

Unfortunately, sleep doesn't come that easily. I knew I'd had to broach this topic with my own mind at some point…but I didn't want to.

It chose now to come to the front of my mind.

'What…what should I do?' the answer seemed obvious – tell Syuusuke what had happened and have him fix it – he was of the Royal Family, after all. 'But…I doubt Tezuka left any evidence…and no one will believe Syuusuke because Tezuka's so…Tezuka-like.' Besides, if I told Syuusuke, I only had one chance to make it right…if Tezuka caught wind of it, he'd definitely hurt Syuusuke.

However, I don't think that it's because he still loves me…what's in his eyes isn't possessiveness…it's jealousy. 'Jealous of what?' I want to ask him, but I don't dare.

Whatever it is, it's connected to me.

For now, I'll just lie low and go along with it…for now, I'll listen to whatever Tezuka tells me to do, but Tezuka…be warned… 'I am merely a sleeping lion. When it comes time…I'll bite you back in the hardest way…I'll take revenge so it hurts.'

After that, I fall asleep quickly. Time passes in a blink of an eye and before I know it, it's already dinner time.

I rub the sleep from my eyes and sit up. As if on cue, the door swings open and I look at it, nearly breaking my neck in the process. First of all, a fluffy white thing walks in and I nearly gasp but don't because Echizen Ryoma never gasps – and this isn't a dream right?

It's Karupin.

He lived back at oyaji's house…I had been thinking of moving him from there to where I stayed at the palace. I'd been taken…here…before I got the chance, however.

I pick Karupin up gingerly. The Himalayan cat purrs gently and I rub him gently on the head. I smile non-superficially for the first time in at least four hours.

Karupin gets set down gently on the bed and he curls up, closing his eyes but not really asleep. I know he's awake – he's merely resting. A foot appears in the doorway and I close my eyes, not wanting to look at Tezuka.

"Ryoma," he states in a no-argument tone.

I yawn, "What?" then open my eyes, staring at the shine on his glasses but not him.

"In case you wanted to know – I did not bring you here because I loved you. It is because I need to take something from Fuji-sama the way he took you from me. That is all. We will only need to act in public, but there is no need for you to act in private as well," he says with a stern look on his face. "But remember – when we are in public – don't let your guard down."

I point a finger at him gleefully, "I knew it. And the jealousy in your eyes – let me guess – was because you secretly are in love with Syuusuke!" He almost takes a step back – surprised.

"Ye-No. It doesn't concern you," he tries to cover up the shock in his voice. But the light pink on the bridge of his nose tells me of the truth.

"Mada mada dane," I smirk. He still has a long way to go.

I can understand him a little. I would think the same way – revenge – but I wouldn't do something that drastic…especially if it was to someone I loved. Tezuka and I are just different in that way, I guess. I'll deal with it…for now.

The night passes quickly…and so do the next few days. Now that Tezuka has clarified about this, he's letting me roam around the floor more – and he's even bothered to play a few games of tennis with me out in the backyard court (which I swear he copied from oyaji). His skill hasn't diminished…but neither has mine.

We're on the same level, so it's pretty exhilarating to play tennis with him. However, I still wish Syuusuke was here…he was so much more thrilling. Tezuka is boring except for when he plays tennis.

So imagine my surprise when I'm playing with Karupin three days after the "kidnapping" event and Syuusuke nonchalantly walks in the door and stares me in the eye.

Syuusuke's Point of View

Ryoma. Ryoma. This is him, in front of my eyes. The look…in his eyes…it's so Ryoma…at that moment only one thought comes to mind. I love him so much.

But does he love me back?

He stares at me then looks away, contemplating some sort of thought. My mind flitters back and forth between what I could say and what would break this thin ice between us.

I look down. My savior – Karupin, the Himalayan cat. I don't know what else to do but to bend down and scratch him behind his ears, which I know to be his favorite spot. My heart begins pounding like some sort of schoolgirl again…when you're in front of your crush and you just want to look as cool or graceful as possible. It feels like those times when you keep wondering, is there something on my face? Do I look awkward and ugly right now? except there's no mirror and you don't know what the other person is thinking. Karupin purrs in pleasure and I don't dare look up at Ryoma because I'm scared to see his expression.

I've always been the one to scare him, playfully, but right now I'm so terrified I can't look him straight in the face without glancing away.

I hear the creak of the bed and the shifting of blankets and surmise that Ryoma has dug himself into the blankets. Does he not want to see me? I finger the vial at my waist – filled with blue liquid and deadly dangerous. I'm not sure why I'd brought a vial of Aozu, either, Inui's deadly drink.

I step forward hesitantly, wondering if I should disturb Ryoma, but before I do that, Karupin takes a paw and nudges Ryoma's foot. He lashes out, kicking Karupin's paw. "Stop it!" he snaps, on edge. Wide-eyed, he turns around and rubs Karupin's paw. "Sorry," he murmurs under his breath.

How long has it been since I have heard his voice? Too long. "Um…" I say, trying to start some sort of conversation. At once, both of their heads snap towards me and I flinch backwards, uncharacteristically afraid. My voice comes out softer than I'm used to, "Ryoma…"

He turns away and crinkles his nose – in disgust or in some sort of mental agony, I have no idea… "That's Echizen-san to you," he mutters, shifting so I can only see the back of his head.

I wince and acquiesce. "So…Echizen-san," I state, heading towards him. I'm not quite sure what I want to say myself. "Are you happy?" I ask, one of the many things that are troubling me. "Why did you…? Can you tell me? Is he blackmailing you? Do you love him? Has he touched you?" all my questions drain out of my mouth like floodwater going down a sewer.

"Yes," he grits out, voice subdued. "I can't say, no, no," he puts special emphasis on the 'no' so I guess the blackmailing thing was kind of silly, "…yes, I love him…no. I…have touched him." My face falls. He loves Tezuka. He doesn't love me, he loves Tezuka and – I don't know what to think. "Mada mada dane, Fuji-san. You should have known the answers to these questions."

There's only one thing I can think of to say. "Good…bye."

"Goodbye, Fuji-san," he replies, and I can barely hear it. I walk to the door, taking slow steps in case he changes his mind. Just as I reach for the doorknob, it opens on its own.

Tezuka.

Ryoma's Point of View

No words are spoken for the longest time. The silence stretches between us like a thick rope and no one is brave enough to sever it.

Finally, the one who ventures forward is unexpectedly, Karupin. He recognizes Syuusuke but not the silence between us. It's as if he's asking, 'Aren't you glad to see him? Why aren't you greeting him?' but I have no answer either…and it seems like neither does Syuusuke.

I'm not quite sure I want to face him anymore after what I've done, but knowing him, he'll be convinced that Tezuka dragged me here. It's true, but it's not like I can say that, ne?

"Hey…" Syuusuke murmurs as he bends down gracefully and ruffles Karupin behind the ears. He's so beautiful, so elegant I feel like jumping him, but of course I don't…first of all, that would ruin my pride, and second, the rules don't even allow me to anyways.

Never have I hated anyone as I hated Tezuka in that moment. Not even oyaji when he's getting me to hook up with random girls. Then again, I guess I could understand him…he really does love Syuusuke so much to do this to him…

He doesn't understand, does he? He thinks that by getting revenge of Syuusuke that it will make things all better…no, if he really loved Syuusuke like that, then he would want Syuusuke to be happy, but he's clearly not.

Mada mada dane…Tezuka still has a long ways to go. Sure, he's a general and my superior in fighting tactics and the army, but when it comes to love, I'll only admit him an equal to me when he lets this petty revenge go.

Speaking of this revenge…the silence is getting more and more awkward. I hate awkward silences, so I step backwards carefully then jump onto the bed, burying my face into the blankets. This way I can pretend he's not here and still feel comfortable.

Hey, something's nudging my foot. It tickles… "Stop it!" I snap, kicking whatever it is straight in the face or hand or paw or whatever it is that's touching me.

Silence befalls the room again after my outburst. I turn around and see Karupin, wide-eyed and licking his paw. Oh. Did I kick him? I pick him up and massage his paw gently, silently apologizing over and over for kicking him – my only companion. "Sorry," I whisper, holding his paw to my cheek.

"Um…" Syuusuke says, beginning to say something. I am startled by the noise and whip my head to look at him, eyes wide. "Ryoma…" I cringe and try to make my act believable. He thinks he's hurting…well, I'm hurting a hundred times over, especially for the things I have to pretend to do.

"That's Echizen-san to you," I mutter, turning around so he won't see my face contort into something ugly. I don't want him to see my hesitation, my pain, my fear…I can't let him suspect anything or Tezuka will hurt him.

"So…Echizen-san." I hear his footsteps thud on the floorboards and I feel an abnormal amount of terror. No! What is he doing? Don't come over here…you will ruin everything I have been working for. He stops, and I sigh in relief. His voice starts again, "Are you happy?" Well, no, of course not…but Syuusuke doesn't need to know that. "Why did you…?" I can't tell you that. "Can you tell me? Is he blackmailing you?" Stop asking…I might say the wrong thing…and I can't let you get hurt for me. "Do you love him? Has he touched you?"

"Yes," I say between clenched teeth. Syuusuke has to think I love Tezuka. "I can't say, no," I reply to his other questions. "No," Syuusuke can't get near the truth…I have to drive him off the blackmail track. "…yes," I whisper. "I love him," I say, mentally cringing. Nothing could be farther from the truth. "No," is my answer to his final question. As far as I know, Tezuka will never touch me, as he actually loves Syuusuke, but I need Syuusuke to think this is a mutual relationship between Tezuka and me. "I have touched him," I say with a grimace, praying he will believe me. "Mada mada dane, Fuji-san," I nearly say Syuusuke but remember in time I'm not supposed to call him that anymore. "You should have known the answers to these questions."

"Good…bye," he lets go, and walks back towards the door. I face him again, but this time all I can see is his retreating back.

"Goodbye, Fuji-san," I finally say, and it barely comes out as a whisper. However, just as he is about to turn the doorknob, the door opens on its own.

Tezuka.

Sorry! I'm really sorry! *bows low* I had writer's block for about three months...I wrote about half of it in like an hour...so...sorry if it's bad! I'll edit it later, I swear! And I said this would be the last four years ago chapter...but there's going to be one more...and sighs...

And it's a cliffhanger...*sweats nervously* it's my first time trying one...so...is it good? Is it bad? Should there be a bigger cliffie or was this one good?

Next chapter will be the awaited (not really) confrontation Fuji and Tezuka!

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