HERE IT IS CHAPTER THREE and I've changed the rating from T to M for language and suggested sexual tension... tee hee hee hee hee, plus it get's more yaoilicious from here on out! Yes, read the fanfic and enjoy!

Sorry for keeping you waiting, but I was getting suggestions from people who review!

And here it is:

Ryoma walked down the halls to his next class. However, unbeknownst to him he was being followed.

Ryoma turned a corner and felt someone yank him by his uniforms' collar and soon found himself being shoved into a wall next to the science lab. He looked up to see Momo pinning him to the wall.

"What are you doing? We're going to be-." However, Ryoma was interrupted by the bell ringing for their third class to start.

Ryoma fought to release himself from Momo's grip, but soon found his sempai pressing his body against his.

"What are you doing?" Ryoma asked, still trying to sound smug even though he was starting to feel fearful. The look in Momo's eye's- it was possessive and threatening… and… full of… lust. IT took everything Ryoma had to try and not shake. His breathing was growing rapid and uneven.

"What did you ever see in that- that sadist?" Momo asked, his voice a low whisper… it made Ryoma finally succumb to his fear and he began to shake.

"W-w-what are you-?"

"I know Fuji dumped you." Momo snapped, is voice still low and… dangerous.

Ryoma's fear swirled and abruptly changed to deep overpowering sadness. He felt his eyes burning as soon as Momo uttered his still beloved's name. His heart throbbed painfully with every shaken breath… he was still scared, but he was more deprived and miserable.

"Why? Why did you ever go out with him in the first place?" Momo pressed, not only interrogating, but his body to Ryoma's. "What did you honestly see in that sadistic bastard?"

Ryoma turned his eyes away from the frightening violet ones in front of him. He looked to the floor, not wanting to utter a word… afraid of breaking down right there.

"You know why he did it, don't you?" Momo said, his eyes no longer lustful and threatening, but now arrogant… a smirk on his face. "He knew how much pain you'd be in so he simply dumped you without a given explanation… just to watch you suffer."

"Don't say that!" Ryoma snapped, but he knew at this point he couldn't look threatening, especially since tears were hung in his eyes. He looked almost pitiful as he tried to protect the one he still loved, even though he was to shaken by Momo's sudden change in behavior.

This was the first time he'd seen Momo like this. He was pressing his lower body against Ryoma's and he was suddenly arrogant. He was cocky, but still possessive and dangerously frightening. Ryoma was afraid of setting something off. He suddenly realized Momo was capable of seriously… hurting him.

"Don't say what? The truth? I bet he's laughing to himself, pleasurably at how pathetic you've become. He never really loved you, he just wanted to watch you suffer miserably by breaking you heart." Momo's words stung, making Ryoma shake and slowly begin to cry.

Tears poured painfully from his amber eyes, making it feel as though his heart was bleeding from the pain.

"S-stop, s-s-saying st-." Ryoma tried to speak, but his lip trembled, making it difficult to speak at all. He was interrupted by the short, somehow icy sound of Momo's snickering.

"You know, you're kinda cute like this. All helpless and pitiful." Momo said lifting Ryoma's chin, making him look up at him. "A lot better than your usual cocky attitude."

Ryoma swallowed. Momo leaned in, claiming the helpless kohai's mouth with his own. He shoved his tongue through Ryoma's resistant lips. Ryoma whimpered, trying not to anger the taller boy by screaming for help.

Tears continued to flood from his closed eyes as he wished Fuji were there to save him.

Fuji, please help me. Please I-I don't like this. Help, please. Please, I need you….

The door to the science lab opened, but that didn't stop Momo. He didn't even bother to see if was even a teacher. However, a voice did make him pause, pulling his lips away from Ryoma's slightly.

"R-Ryoma?"


"R-Ryoma?" Fuji asked as he looked at the sight in front of him. His heart pounded painfully in his chest and he could feel a burning in his eyes. What the fuck was going on?

"F-Fuji?" Ryoma said, relief in his still shaken voice as he looked at the stunned brunette.

Fuji blinked, unable to contemplate what to do next. He swallowed, a new burning of jealousy raged through him almost like a fire burning him alive.

He swallowed again, closing his eyes. "Well obviously I interrupted something." Fuji said as he turned and walked down the hallway.

"Fuji!" Ryoma yelled after him, trying to shove Momo off of him. "Fuji, please wait! Fuji! Fuji!"

Fuji listened to Ryoma's voice echo down the hallway, but he didn't even look back. He didn't want to listen to Ryoma's excuse. Fuji could feel his heart turn to stone and slowly crumble into pieces. He knew he shouldn't have been heart broken, but he didn't want Ryoma to be anybody, but his. He still loved him dearly… he was in love with him.

Fuji could still here Ryoma's yelling. How he wanted to turn around and run to Ryoma, but he couldn't. Ryoma obviously wasn't to concerned with him so it didn't matter, right?

Tears fell one after another from his blues eyes as he stopped walking and began to shake violently.

I don't care if it kills me. I will always love you.


The next day Eiji had dragged Ryoma to tennis practice. No one had told him of yesterday's incident so he didn't know why Ryoma was fighting against him so much.

Ryoma closed his eyes, not wanting to look at who was there today. When he finally did open his eyes he saw that neither Momo nor Fuji were there. Ryoma sighed in relief, but still didn't want to be there. He knew he was in for a real treat when Tezuka showed up.

Either way, Ryoma changed into his uniform, sliding the starters jacket on even though it was a bit warm outside.

...

After an hour Ryoma finished his assigned 110 laps, he was blazing hot in his jacket; sweat pulling his hair down flat on his head under his hat. Eiji took one look at him as he walked to the courts and started laughing.

"Nya-ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! You look like a tomato!" Eiji said as Ryoma looked at him.

"Why don't you take of your jacket?" Inui sugested. "There is a 86 chance that you'll get heat stroke if you continue wearing it."

Ryoma nodded, but didn't remove his jacket. He was assigned to play against Kaido in a practice match. They walked to the court, Eiji being referee.

...

Thirt minutes into the game and Ryoma was struggling. As he reached another Snake he suddenly became blind. Everything went black and soon he felt his body hit the ground. He tried to open his eyes, but he was borderlind conscious and unconscious.

He could barely hear Eiji yelling for help, it was like a faint cry. He could feel them grabbing his arms, but it was like a light touch... just barely there.

"Take his jacket off." Was the last thing he hear before finally fainting.

...

Eiji's eyes widened as he looked at the slash marks on Ryoma's wrists. They went from his wrists to his elbow and some were as old as two-three weeks ago to possibly that morning. Momo, who had shown up in time to see the last ten minutes of Ryoma's game, gasped. They all looked at the limp form of the freshman, stunned that Ryoma would resort to something like... this.

"Someone get him to the infermery." Tezuka said in his monotone voice.

"I'll do it." Momo said eagerly... almost too eagerly.

"I'll go with him, nya!" Eiji said, suspecting something... off.

Hours later Ryoma finally came to. He opened his eyes and came face to face with Momo's. Ryoma shot back into the headboard, suddenly frightened. He had been lying in one of the beds in the infermery; had Momo taken any chances?

"Nya he's awake! He's awake!" Eiji said as he jumped from his seat behind Momo.

Ryoma couldn't help, but sigh in relief. Thak you, Eiji. He thought calmly.

"Well, I just wanted to make sure you'd wake up, but now I gotta get home." Momo said as he grabbed his bag and left, waving good-bye. Eiji smiled and waved back, but Ryoma didn't do anything.

"Okay, nya, now tell me what were ya thinking?" Eiji said as he glared at Ryoma. "Why would ya do sommethin' like that? You know how dangerous that is?"

Ryoma, not ralizing his short sleeves, shrugged. "Sorry, I'll take my jacket off next time."

"Oh! That's not what I meant!" Eiji grabed Ryoma's wrists and raised them to his eyes. "Why would you do this to yourself?"

Ryoma looked from Eiji to the slashes on his arms. He swallowed. "I don't know. I just did it." Ryoma stated as Eiji through his wrists back down.

"Well, you better stop!"

"I-I will, I will." Ryoma promised. "Hey Eiji? Can I ask you a hypothetical question?"

Eiji shrugged. "Yuppers, nya!"

"Hypothetically, what would you do if I told you I was planning on committing suicide?"

Eiji's jaw dropped. "What?! You're think about that too?! Ryoma-!"

"I was asking hypothetically. I wasn't planning on it." Ryoma said, smiling, waving one hand as to dismiss his question. His other hand, however, was behind his back, his index and middle finger intwined around each other.

Liar...

Akira-san here ands I'd like to summit and apology to all Momoshiro fans. I love him too, but I thought I whouldmake him EVIL for once. Sorry to offend anybody, didn't mean it!

And furtherly, an explaination to the EssanceofSadness... well ya see I have a friend and he visited my site and said I should change my username you the EssanceofSadness because I must add that to my fanfics because he started bawling. His boyfriend confirmed it by calling me and blaming me... So when you guys read this I'd like to say, Sorry HH and DJ!

Hope you read and review!

Akira-san