HEYYY everyone! I'm back! SOOOO sorry for not posing earlier, but as a reward for waiting, I believe this is the longest chapter in the story :D

Anyways, have fun reading!

Disclaimer: I DON"T OWN PoT! T.T


"I'm so sorry…" Fuji went up and wrapped the small boy in his arms, pulling him close in a tight embrace. "So warm…" Ryoma snuggled closer into the hug, still asleep. " Oyasumi, Ryo-chan." Making sure that Ryoma was asleep, Fuji silently crept out of the room, but not before taking another glance at his small kouhai. He nodded at Nanjiroh, who nodded back. Then, the tensai opened the door and left.

The next day was… tense. Eiji was close to bursting in tears, Oishi was pacing in worry, Kaidoh and Momo were so stressed they started more fights than normal and Kaidoh had even made a few freshmen run in tears. Kawamura wouldn't get into burning mode, even with his racket, and Inui had even abandoned his notebook in return for losing pretty badly to some sophomore. Tezuka was basically ignored by all the regulars, since they hadn't really forgiven him. Only the non-regulars listened to him, doing their basic drills as if nothing was different between the remain regulars they had.

"Regulars, gather!" No one moved from their spot. "Regulars!" Tezuka yelled again, this time with threat laced in his voice. Slowly, one by one, each of the regulars trudged their way over to where their captian was standing. "Okay, I know you guys are concerned about… Fuji and Echizen, but I cannot have that being reflected on the field. With nationals so close, you need to start focusing more in your practice. Okay, that's it. Dismissed." Just as he turned around, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to face a teary eyed Eiji.

"Aren't you at least a bit worried? They haven't even showed up for practice!" Eiji said, clutching Oishi's arm as if afraid he would leave as well, and waved in the direction of the courts. Tezuka's eyes filled with sorrow, and he looked down, not being able to form the words he wanted to say. Then, looking up, he said two words before turning around and walking swiftly away, "I'm sorry." The regulars stared at his retreating figure and glanced sadly at the empty courts. Slowly, they made their way over to the club room and, not caring if they were given detention or not, sat there, waiting, hoping for their friends to return.

Onegai, come back…


"What?" Ryoma sat up on his bed, half glaring and staring incredulously at his father. "You heard me, brat. Fuji came by yesterday to see you, but you were still asleep. I guess he didn't want to wake you, so he left." Ryoma stared at the sheets, his hands clenched into fists so tightly, he was about to draw blood. He looked at the alarm clock next to him. 2:00 pm. That gave him enough time to make it to afterschool practice. Great. He threw the sheets off him and started to get ready, ignoring his dad, who gave him a confused look. "School," was all Ryoma said before he ran off to take a shower. He really did stink after sulking for a few weeks.


Fuji walked into the clubhouse and was met with silence. Immediately, he received a glomp from Eiji who was spouting nonsense at him, mostly revolving around being worried and if Fuji was okay. The others just looked at him with questioning eyes. Nothing needed to be said. He knew what they all wanted to know. Sighing, he sat down on the bench, Eiji right next to him, and started hesitantly, "I visited him yesterday." The regulars gathered in a small circle around him, waiting for more. Fuji looked around, and faltered, before continuing.

"When I went to his house, his dad let me in. He accused me of tricking his son, but after I explained a bit, he realized I wasn't leading Ryoma on and brought me to the living room. He told me that Ryoma was basically sulking. He didn't move around at all and locked himself in his room." Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but he held them back. "Recently he started to move around, but…" Pausing, Fuji reminisced his visit to the young olive-haired boy, and then said, "He still has nightmares and tosses around a lot. He thrashes around and when he's done, his face is covered with tears. And it's all my fault…" He added that last part as a whisper, and looked down, not caring whether his tears were falling now.

Everyone just looked at him in shock and sympathy. Never have they seen their tensai cry. Yes, they had seen a cheery Fuji, an overprotective Fuji, and even bits of a sadistic Fuji. But a crying Fuji? Though they could understand what brought on those tears. Everyone on the tennis team and a boyfriend or girlfriend, and if this had happened to them, well, tears would've been spilled a long time ago. Eiji was the first to act, pulling an arm around Fuji and whispering comforting words to his best friend, Oishi right behind him. Everyone else decided to give them a moment to themselves, which Fuji was grateful for, and they left to go do something useless out on the courts. Soon, the only ones left were Fuji and Eiji.

The minute the door to the clubroom closed, Fuji began to openly sob on Eiji's shoulder. "Daijobu, Fujiko. Everything will be alright," Eiji tried to comfort his friend. "No it's not!" Fuji cried out, pushing Eiji slightly away so he could look at the redhead's face. "You didn't see him. He was in so much pain… because of me…" Eiji looked at him and saw the confusion, guilt, and anguish that filled Fuji's eyes. Pulling him into another hug, he said, "I'm sure Ochibi's going to be fine. Didn't his dad say he was beginning to eat and move around more?" Fuji nodded slightly, but added, "Demo, he was whispering my name, Eiji. He was in pain. He was…" Another wave of sobs cut off whatever he was going to say.

Suddenly, the door to the clubhouse slammed open. Both boys looked up to see Ryoma at the doorway, panting as if he ran the entire way there. Eiji gave his friend a quick hug before slipping out past Ryoma to give the two some privacy. Ryoma closed the door behind him, then stared at the man sitting before him. Syuusuke… No matter how hard he tried to conjure up feelings of hate for the brunette, nothing came up except for the heartbreak he felt when he gazed at the boy's slightly trembling body. Several thoughts crossed his mind. He should be lashing out at Fuji, should be despising him for playing with his feelings, should be trying to get back at him. He walked over to the shaking figure, and kneeled down to see Fuji's face, noticing the flinch the boy tried to hide as he got down.

All of a sudden, arms snaked around Fuji's quivering body and pulled him forwards, making him crash into a small body. Shocked, he could only stare blankly forwards as he felt tears soak his shirt. Slowly, his hands lifted to clutch at Ryoma's back, almost as if in need. Feeling a few tears start to collect in his eyes, Fuji burrowed his face into Ryoma's hair, reveling in the scent that blatantly had 'Ryoma' written all over it. For a minute, nothing mattered except the precious person in their arms; they held onto each other, basking in the feeling of being together again after so long.

After a while, the two separated, facing each other. A small smile crept it's way on both of their faces for the first time in a few weeks. Then, Ryoma's face became serious ."Why?" Ryoma asked, putting everything in one word. Sighing, Fuji sat Ryoma on his lap and they faced the other wall, Ryoma leaning back on Fuji's lap and Fuji placing his chin on Ryoma's shoulder. After thinking a bit, Fuji replied, "He was going to kick me off the tennis team, you know." Ryoma's eyes widened, as he turned attempted to turn around, which failed, and stared at his boyfriend. "Tezuka?" When all get got was a nod, Ryoma glared at him, saying, "So I was dumped over tennis?" Shaking his head, Fuji replied, in a way that almost made him seem guilty, "I knew that if I left, you would follow. I didn't want you to leave your dreams, so I did what I could to make sure I stayed on the team."

Fuji looked down, not wanting to meet the boy's eyes, in fear of what emotion he might see. At the same time, Ryoma could do nothing but stare incredulously before tears began to well up in his eyes and slip down his cheek. Feeling tears, Fuji looked up in surprise and lifted a hand to wipe the tears away. When Ryoma's hand came up to meet Fuji's at his cheek, the brunette gazed questioningly at golden eyes before Ryoma said, "I love you." Smiling, Fuji kissed the back of Ryoma's hand and replied, "I love you, too."

YAY! Happy ending! I'm thinking of writing one more chapter for this, like an epilogue kind of thing... oh well, I won't be able to do much this weekend since I'm going to be in Virginia T.T

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