A/N: I'M BACK! Welcome to another OT5 story of mine. Please read and review

Summary: It wasn't his fault. It never was but one wrong turn destroyed everything. Love was never his forte. As he shields himself from the world, he found someone to hold onto...but will he be able to fight for this person against them, against the memory, against the desire...?

Disclaimer: I don't own POT...though I wish I did so that Ryoma and I can live happily ever after!

PS: "" for dialogs, '' for thoughts, italics for flashbacks, dreams and memories and bold for foreign, wired or text conversations.

THIS WILL BE MY ADVANCED EASTER GIFT FOR YOU ALL…I WILL BE GOING ON A 4-DAY VACATION SO I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO UPLOAD BY THEN. ENJOY!

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Ryoma took a deep breath as he walked towards the mansion...savoring every step that he took.

'This might be the last time I would stray in these grounds.' He entered the door swiftly, noting that Yosuke was running towards him.

"Master Ryoma!" The butler actually looked elated. "Thank god you're back--" He was cut short when Ryoma just swept past him and started for the stairs. He had no choice but to follow the young man.

"Is everything ok with you and the other masters, Master Ryoma?" He asked. "Are you moving back?"

Ryoma gritted his teeth. Yes, Yosuke might be one of the greatest supporters of their relationship but his words do nothing to lighten up his mood.

"I'm not moving back Yosuke." He muttered when he reached the second floor. "Where's Karupin?"

Yosuke was taken aback by his answer. "Uh--she's inside your study Master Ryoma. M-Master Keigo brought her there last night."

Ryoma frowned. 'Keigo loves Karupin...' He sighed inwardly. 'So he's taken to hating everything that reminds him of me?' With a heavy heart, he proceeded to his study with the butler still trailing behind him.

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Atobe glanced at the clock. It was almost 3 pm. Today is a Thursday and as a ritual, he and his lovers spend the afternoon together playing tennis.

He sighed deeply. 'I don't think he'd have the guts to show up...' Making up his mind, he took his cell phone and dialed Tezuka's number.

"Keigo."

Atobe sunk back on his chair. "I'm not in the mood to play tennis today, Mitsu. I was wondering if we can just head home."

"...S-sure."

He uncrossed his legs and gripped the phone tight. "I'll be picking you up in 15 minutes, ok? Call Syu and Gen."

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Ryoma frowned as he surveyed his work. After successfully glaring Yosuke to stay away from him, he started on the task which brought him back to this house: packing.

Five years ago, they decided to move in together. This was their solution to Ryoma's predicament when his father deemed it proper to move out of the country. And the rest of his life started by then...he was happy, even though he hardly showed much elation as Fuji and Atobe did.

His train of thoughts was cut off when he heard Karupin meowing from her cage. The first thing he did when he got inside the room was get the feline into her cage.

"I'm sorry Karupin..." He muttered as he zipped his bag. "I'm sorry for you have to make adjustments once more." He heaved the duffel bag onto his shoulders and took Karupin's cage with his other hand. He took one last look at the room in which he called his sanctuary.

He took a deep breath, trying to pacify the sting in his chest. "They will never notice."

He spun around and walked out of the room. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that his feet brought him to a very familiar room. He blinked back the tears that welled-up in his eyes as he stared at the huge bed before him...the very same bed where he nursed his love for the four men he shared this bed with...the very same bed where his heart was shattered into a million of pieces.

"Oh hell..." He breathed out, the tears and emotions that he kept at bay for quite a while finally broke free. He gently settled his bag and Karupin's gaze on the floor before he dropped into his knees and sobbed his heart out.

"Mitsu..."

The bespectacled man spared him a side glance. They were seated on a bench in Atobe's private tennis court, relaxing after a long match.

"Will your feelings change if I start growing gray hairs and all?" Golden eyes looked up to him innocently.

Tezuka's lips formed a small smile. "Of course not Ryoma. My hair would be far worse before you start growing gray hairs." The stoic boy held his hand tightly. "I don't think age would change what we share."

Ryoma couldn't help but smile at the words that the older boy spoke. "Will you still love me tomorrow then?"

Tezuka's body shifted until their faces were too close that their foreheads were touching. "I loved you yesterday, I still love you today..." He paused to place a chaste kiss on his lips. "And I will continue loving you tomorrow."

Ryoma hugged himself as he sobbed his heart out. 'L-lies...all lies...'

"G-Gen, time-out." Ryoma collapsed on the dojo's floor exhausted. He was helping Sanada practice.

Sanada chuckled a little before sitting beside him. "You have amazing stamina in tennis and in bed and you cannot handle martial arts?"

Ryoma chuckled in between pants. "I'm only a kid, you know. I can only do so much."

Sanada smiled down at him and reached in to wipe the sweat off his face."I love you Ryoma." His hazel eyes softened with emotion that made Ryoma gasp.

"G-gen...for how long will you stay in love with me then?" He dared to ask. "Will you still feel the same when we wake up tomorrow?

The raven-haired man leaned down to nuzzle at his neck. "Yes…tomorrow, for days, weeks, months, years...nothing will change."

He tugged the silver band which dug in his skin off his finger. The warm pressure it exerted in his finger before now felt like vice grip, almost hurting him.

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Atobe's limousine stopped by its last stop: Sanada's Dojo. The moment that they were complete, the vehicle sped off to its final destination: their home.

However that home now is missing something...something that meant the world to them.

"Guys..." Fuji started.

"Please Syu, not now." Atobe cut him off. "I-I can't deal with this right now."

Sanada sighed. "But sooner or later we have to talk about this." His gaze was focused on Tezuka. "We cannot ignore the pain--"

"We're not ignoring it, Gen." Tezuka muttered. "We simply chose the best way we can deal with Ryoma's betrayal, on our own."

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"S-Syusuke!" Ryoma whimpered as the tensai continued his onslaught on his neck. The older boy had him pinned against the shower stall of the clubroom and he was thankful that he sent everyone home just before the tensai decided to grab him.

"You're too hot to ignore Ryo-chan." Fuji gently bit the skin on his collar bone. "You're too irresistible."

Ryoma bit his lip to stifle a moan. "B-but w-what if a day will come and I'm no longer desirable or irresistible as you have said?"

That question made the tensai stop and stare into his golden orbs. "You will always be desirable in my eyes Ryo-chan. Now...tomorrow...forever."

He struggled to stand up and lean against the dresser. He gently placed the ring beside a picture frame. 'W-why lead me on to believing that you will never leave me?'

"Why do you love to challenge Ore-sama's patience, brat?" Obsidian orbs glared at him.

Ryoma smirked. "Because I like every emotion that you display Monkey King." He stood behind the man, who was seated in front of the dresser, and slid his arms around his neck. "We fell in love this way, remember?"

Atobe smirked as he tugged at the boy to sit on his lap. "Right...I will never get tired of this...never." He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"What if something happens to me tomorrow...will you still love me?"

"I will always love you Ryoma...always."

He wiped his tears away and took the CD case from his pocket. He held it firmly in his hands, his tears falling unto it.

"I recorded a-all your answers secretly...so that I will forever be reminded of your love." He bit his lip as he opened the case and took the CD out. He placed it on the table and picked up his things. 'Before I agreed to this relationship, I only gave you one condition and that is to never hurt me physically. All the acrid words I could take...but to feel the stinging pain in my flash which your very hands created is something I cannot pass off.'

His baggage was light for he only took what he brought in...he's leaving all tangible memories behind hoping that without them...his heart would heal in time as well.

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Atobe's eyes narrowed at the sight of a taxi waiting outside their house. As far as he was concerned, they're not expecting any guests for the night.

The limo stopped and they hurriedly got inside the house, only to be faced by an anxious Yosuke.

"What's going on, Yosuke? Do we have any visitors?" Fuji asked the butler who was sweating profusely.

"N-no Master Syusuke. As the matter of fact, M-Ma--"

"YOU?" His voice was drowned by Atobe's scream. It appeared that Ryoma was standing by the staircase, a duffel bag and Karupin's cage in hand. His knees shook at the impending confrontation. The golden-eyed man descended down the stairs, his face void of any emotion.

"I can't believe what a thick-skinned bas--" Atobe started to rant but Ryoma just walked past him. It was Tezuka who grabbed Ryoma's arm.

"What are you doing?" The bespectacled man blurted out. He tightened his grip on Ryoma's lifeless arm, not caring if he'd cause the man to bruise.

Ryoma titled his head to face the obvious anger on those hazel orbs. He bit back the ache that nearly sent him choking.

"I'm just doing what you asked me to do." Came a lifeless drawl from the golden-eyed man. He yanked his arm from Tezuka's death grip and continued walking towards the door.

"Ryoma!" Fuji cried. The tensai tried to run after him but Sanada restrained him. So they stood there, frozen, as they watched Ryoma finally walked out of their house...their lives.

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Ryoma forced himself not to look back when he heard Fuji cried out his name. He just continued walking...continued on to his personal death march. He just shoved his bag on the back on the taxi and went in with Karupin.

As the vehicle slowly moved, he cast one last look on the mansion where he had built his dreams and fulfilled some of them. He caught sight of his former lovers who remained frozen on their feet.

He took out his cap and put it on. This was the only thing he has right now to shield him from the prying eyes of the world...to protect him from more pain.

"Goodbye...my lovers."

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Ryoma was long gone before anyone of them moved. And it was Atobe who broke the spell. He was halfway up the stares before his lovers could react and follow him.

With tears in his eyes, he stormed inside their bedroom and spotted the silver band which glistened under the setting sun. He walked towards the dresser and swiped everything on it, ring and CD included, and sent its contents flying everywhere.

"NO!" He screamed as he continued his war against the ceramics and furniture. "HOW COULD YOU?" He collapsed on the floor, still sobbing his heart out.

"I love you damn it..." He gripped on the wood tightly, as if trying to appease the pain in his heart. "W-why did you break my heart?"

He just sat there, sobbing his heart out while his lovers stood by the door, watching with tears streaming down their faces.

"I-I loved you..."

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Ryoma arrived at the airport only to find Nanako and Yukimura waiting there for him. As much as he wanted to disappear incognito, Fate wouldn't let him.

"What are you doing here?" He turned his attention to his ex-best friend.

"I-I.." Yukmura stammered.

"I asked him to come, hoping that we can still stop this display of idiocy of yours." Nanako cut him off.

Ryoma sighed. "You cannot stop me anymore, Nanako. My mind's made up."

"Calling all passengers of flight #5689 to Glasglow, Britain, the boarding gate will open in 10 minutes."

Ryoma stared up the electronic board and saw his flight. He turned his attention back to Yukimura and Nanako.

"Just promise me one thing." He said.

"Don't tell anyone where I am, especially them. Only if they asked, which I doubt they would, then you can give my location." He turned his back to them and started walking away.

"Ryoma please...!" Yukimura wanted to grab the young man and hold on to him until he misses his flight.

Ryoma paused. he took a deep breath. "For what it's worth Seiichi, I forgive you. You acted out of sheer desperation. Just don't expect that I will forget everything so easily."

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"Keigo, what are you doing?" Syusuke asked when he came back to the room, only to find maids and other helpers moving out things.

Atobe, who finally recovered, stood by the window. "We're moving to another room."

"Why?" Fuji turned to Tezuka who was merely watching everything.

"This room pains us too much." It was Sanada who spoke up. "He made a move to get on with his life...I think we should too."

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Ryoma leaned against the small window, watching Tokyo became a mass of pin lights before him. In 24 hours his life changed...however, those 24 hours seemed to have weighed like years.

He hastily wiped away the treacherous tear that escaped his eyes. 'You have loved and died Ryoma...now you have learned your lesson.'

'Love sucks.'

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Nanjiroh finally recovered from his initial shock from Rinko's news. For years he never waivered in convincing his son to follow them but the young man was as stubborn as a rock. Upon hearing what forced his son to flee to them, it made him feel sad.

"Papa Jiroh? Is everything ok?" A deep voice echoed into the air. The man turned to his companion who was staring at him curiously. The man was posed to snip off an orange fruit from the branch. "Is orange-picking with me boring you? I'm sorry for putting you up to this."

Nanjiroh forced himself to smile. "No, Xander. It's not you." He shook his head and went back to his task of picking oranges. "It's my son."

A pair of icy blue eyes softened. A hand gently tucked a stubborn lock behind his ear. "Ahhh...Ryoma-kun is it?"

Nanjiroh nodded and gazed at the handsome redhead. "He's coming to stay for good."

The man's lips curved up into a smile. "Really? Oh I will be delighted to meet him, Papa Jiroh."

Nanjiroh nodded. He sighed and pocketed his shears. "Xander..."

"Yes, Papa Jiroh?"

"Look after him, will you?" golden eyes met azure ones in an intense gaze. "Help him heal."

Icy blue eyes sparkled in delighted. "I promise, Papa Jiroh. I will take care of him, like how you took care of me."

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A/N: Oooohh the drama! I am happy to announce that I am officially done with the 2nd semester of my 3rd year! Yay! No more quizzes, no more assignments, no more reports, no more exams, revalida, thesis defense and most of all, NO MORE GRAND CASE PRESENTATION! Yay!...well that would only be for two weeks.

My summer classes starts by April...yeah my life sucked!

Contrary to what most of you requested, the OC will be quite hard to hate...what to know why? Because...I LOVE ANGST! AND I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE FLINCH IN PAIN!

SO IF YOU WANT MORE,

PLEASE MAKE ME HAPPY AND REVIEW!