A/N: Hey again :)

There will be a lot of dialogue in the beginning and it might get confusing with how I set it up. So if you do end up having questions feel free to ask me and ill answer them to the best of my abilities.


The two walked around the park in silence for awhile until Ryoko decided to speak up.

"How long have you known Ryoga for?"

Fuji shook his head with a soft hum of denial. "Not long actually, I'm rather friends with someone he knows."

Ryoko looked up at him in shock "You're a college student!?"

He chuckled "No. I'm only in middle school."

"What school?" she asked looking a little confused.

"Seigaku"

"Ah..." Ryoko's eyes lost its happiness and looked sad. She then gave Fuji an obviously forced smile. "You know Ryoma."

"I do." Fuji watched her closely "Ryoga already explained some to me about Ryoma and you."

"he did, did he." she said her lips twitching slightly "He can be too caring for his own good." she added, her voice filled with fondness and care.

Fuji nodded, he did get that impression of the older boy when they spoke.

"You know...he is studying psychology" Ryoko started but hesitated for a bit before continuing. "Not because he wants to but for my sake."

Fuji remained silent. he didn't really know how to respond to that. After all once he found out about her situation he also wanted to learn more about psychology for Ryoma's sake as well.

"Anyway."Ryoko said while shaking her head of her thoughts. "Ryoma may know who you are but I don't. So tell me, who is Fuji Shusuke?" she asked him with a grin.

Fuji smiled. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything."

So for the rest of their walk the two talked about many things about themselves.

Their hobbies.

"I like to play tennis"

"Figures, anything else?"

"No just tennis, I do collect cactuses though."

"That's interesting. I like tennis too but not as much as swimming and dancing."

"So you do play tennis?"

"Yes, but I am not seriously involved in the sport."

likes.

"I absolutely love the violin and of course my cat."

"do you play anything else besides the violin?"

"No...Wait, yes the piano."

"I like to play the piano too."

"really!"

"Yup. You know what I love though, Wasabi."

"That's kind of strange."

"Sa, is it really."

Dislikes.

"I really do not like when people touch my cactuses."

"possessive much."

"yes very."

"I don't like people touching my special things either so its understandable."

"hmm what do you hate the most?"

"when people don't see me for me."

and much more. Before they knew it the sun was already starting to set and it was time for Ryoko to leave. Fuji offered to walk her home but Ryoko adamantly rejected his offer and quickly left before Fuji could argue otherwise.

~241~

Ryoko had rushed home, She needed to make it back before her father did. Once she got to her front door, she held her breath and slowly opened it. Although she did not immediately walk right in, instead she only peaked her head through. Quickly glancing around she noticed there was no sign of her father. Letting out the breath she was holding she walking in and made her way upstairs, the tension in her shoulders released. After she got upstairs she stood still in front of her bedroom door for a minute.

Ryoko once again had a sad smile on her face as she went inside her bedroom. She hated how her room was nothing but tennis related stuff. All the tennis posters of professionals on the wall. The tennis magazines on the floor. Not only that but also her room seemed so dull and gloomy. Sure she liked tennis but would it hurt to have something Ryoko liked in the room as well.

Yes, yes it would hurt.

Ryoko sighed and grabbed the top of her head taking off the wig she had worn today to go to the park. It was mainly as a percussion. Her brothers idea really to wear whenever she left the house as herself, so she can have a way to be completely Ryoko for awhile. She walked over to her closet and pushed all of the Ryoma related clothes to one side, revealing a large brown box in the far corner right next to her violin case. On top of the brown box there was a plastic bag, which Ryoko grabbed and placed her wig inside. Then she changed out of her dress and wore the boy pajamas. After that she placed the wig and dress into the box and moved back the clothes, leaving no sign of the violin case and the box from the opening of the closet.

It hurts to know that all of Ryoko's belonging reside in the one box and Ryoma's stuff is everywhere else in this room. She dreams of being able to go out shopping and get clothes she wants to wear. To wear dresses and makeup like a normal girl would. Even be able to openly play the violin whenever she wanted. Wait No, she was not jealous of Ryoma. Ryoma was another part of who she is. So technically everything here is her things. Nothing to be jealous of. Nothing to despise Ryoma of. Nothing to complain about. She is happy with how things are. All she ever needs is her brother to feel alive. And Ryoma. She needs Ryoma too.

But... why can't this side of her just express herself a little bit more.

"Seishonen?"

That's why.

Ryoko froze, she had not heard her father get home at all. Was she too lost in her thought to notice, that was a mistake.

Nanjiro was standing in the door way to his sons room staring at his sons back with narrowed eyes. He had got back home earlier than he expected and was planning on surprising his son with a gift. Although right now his son seemed different somehow. "Ryoma?"

His son, after hearing his name, turned his head and stared at Nanjiro with an annoyed look. Ah, that's the son he remembers. Nothing wrong after all.

"I got you something for winning the championships, come to the courts outside." Nanjrio said with a smile.

Ryoma's eyes lit up with anticipation and Nanjiro laughed. Yes this is his son, he must have been imagining things earlier.

~241~

Fuji got back to his home all giddy and happy feeling, even ignored his family as he walked all the way to his room because he was too in bliss to notice them. He was glad he made the decision to go outside the house today. If he hadn't then he never would have gotten the chance to talk to Ryoma's other side. Although why was Ryoma wearing a dress and what he could only assume was a wig. oh well doesn't matter, he can always ask another time. Meeting Ryoko went a lot better than anything he could have planned, and now Fuji can finally think about the next step in his plan to cure Ryoma.

Only problem is Fuji has no clue on how to even cure dissociative identity disorder. Actually he doesn't even know much about the disorder itself. Apparently an internet search is in order. Perhaps Fuji could even go to the public library and see if they have any books on psychological disorders. So Fuji got out his laptop and began his search. He was disappointed to see that there were little results in finding a cure and more on what the disorder is all about. It doesn't matter to him what it is except for the basic details, all he wants to know is the cure to it.

Frustrated in getting nowhere he closed his laptop and plopped down onto his bed. Maybe he will just wing it and see how that goes. Yeah that's it. He say saw things relating to a cure, maybe he can just work with that as a base and develop his own kind of treatment. That's sure to work.

What was it that he saw... oh right hypnosis. Fuji knows how to hypnotize people, he's done it before. Now all he has to do is find a way to get Ryoma alone. Should be simple enough. After practice ends all he needs to do is make sure Ryoma stays back with him. Offering a match is guarantee way to make sure Ryoma stays behind. After all Fuji knows Ryoma loves the trill of the match when he plays against him.

Hypnosis should be a method that only has to be done once. It a quick fix and that makes Fuji even happier. Being able to cure Ryoma of his disorder so fast is a dream come true. The quicker Ryoma is cured the faster the two could be together happily. Fuji just wants his Ryoma to be happy. He only wants for his beloved to have a wonderful life. He is only doing thing because he wants what is best for his beloved Ryoma.


A/N: Hey guys I'm Back :)

So first I want to make some things clear. In no way do I actually believe there is a 'cure' for Dissociative identity disorder. There is a long term treatment for it but technically no 'cure'. Also the treatment is mainly so one can have a stable lifestyle while living with their disorder. At least as far as I'm aware that's the purpose. I'm positive though that DID is not 'curable' like one would think a 'cure' would be.

Just wanted to get that out there. There's a reason I wrote it out the way I did even though I don't actually believe it, its a part of the plot.

Also sorry this chapter is shorter than the rest I had to end it where I did because the I don't have the next part completely finished and if I uploaded it just as I had it then people would defiantly get confused. Besides I couldn't wait any longer to upload you all would get impatient. (and probably kill me)

Speaking of. You know how I said updated will be random. Well I've decided to give it a time frame. Updates shall be every other Tuesday (because Tuesdays and Thursdays are my only free days) while my other story will be uploaded every other Thursday,

Hopefully I can keep with this plan though. Lately I have been having a rough time.

Anyway hope this chapter is okay and until next time Scar out! :P