A/N: It's been a while since I've updated. I've been packing and moving my stuff into my college dorm room. Trust me it's as boring as it sounds. Anyway, enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC(s).
RageOfPhenoix: Glad you liked the last chapter. Warning: It's about to get sad. *gives virtual muffin*
Ryoma doesn't show up to practice. The freshmen say they didn't see him in class. This repeats several times. Four days later, Ryoma shows up to morning practice. He walks onto the court as if nothing has happened.
"Where have you been?" Tezuka demands.
Ryoma merely shrugs. "Places."
"Fifty laps."
Ryoma takes off jogging around the tennis courts.
"Something doesn't feel right," Kikumaru mutters as he watches Ryoma trip over his own feet.
"That's odd," Inui comments as Ryoma trips again. "He's barely five laps in."
The third time he trips, Momo is at his side as he picks himself back up. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I'm fine," Ryoma claims and starts running again.
Tezuka stops him. He grabs his arm making sure he can't get away. "You're not fine," the captain states simply. "What's going on?"
"It doesn't matter. We always knew it was going to happen."
"Knowing something is going to happen doesn't mean you won't be affected by it," Inui says matter of factly.
"Yona fell into a coma a few hours after we visited him last week. He's not waking up."
Tezuka lets go of his arm. "You shouldn't be running laps for that."
"It's fine. I don't mind. His funeral is Sunday. You can come if you want." Ryoma starts running again.
"Ochi-" Kikumaru is cut of.
"Don't," Fuji commands.
"But-"
"He's in shock. He needs to realize the reality of what happened himself."
