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Story Title: Eyes Of The Powerful.
Warnings: Magic/Sorcery (little use), Elementals, language, adult situations, abuse, gore, fighting scenes, torture, and adult situations (SLASH, as well as HET.)
Story Rating: M.
Chapter Rating: M; A little lemony goodness that it not between who you think it is. Yay Ryoma x Kai?
Changes In Chapter: I only added a couple of hundred words and edited it a bit here and there. Not much really; pretty damn close to the original. I was think about taking the sexy scene out, but ehh. I don't want to so whatever. Ignore it if you must.
Song When Editing: Power, Unbreakable and Warrior By B.A.P. Tell me you know who they are. Please.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Damn bastards.
Last time: "Yes, I am leaving. And I'm leaving today."
Well, he did warn them that he wouldn't sugar-coat anything...
-x-
There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they walked to their dorms, each in their own cluttered thoughts.
It wasn't supposed to matter, right? The fact that their Sensei was leaving was suppose to make an excited smile grace their face, not the sad one that was currently plastered on everyone's. It wasn't supposed to matter, but it did, and it made them curse silently to themselves. Since when did they- or ever did- befriend their teacher? They were supposed to fight with him.
To annoy him.
To hate him.
They were supposed to not let him matter; just another fading person in their lives. But he wasn't. Far from it, in fact. Maybe that was why their emotions were so muddled; so confusing and twisted. They had grown to like someone other than their small group- something they thought impossible- something they had said wouldn't happen.
Ryoma could be cold and harsh- especially during training- but he was so much more. They couldn't explain it really; they just had this connection with the young teacher that they honestly didn't want to disappear.
Why?
Why were they so affected by the news of him leaving? Why couldn't they just get over it and move on? It's not like they weren't use to people coming into their lives and then leaving it rather abruptly. They should be use to it by now; and they were. But… for some unforeseeable reason… they just didn't want Ryoma to be just a passing existence.
To Tezuka he was the object of his affections. Ryoma was both beautiful and deadly. He had broken down more barriers than Tezuka thought possible. He had fought his way into his cold heart and had somehow planted a seed of affection into it. Did he love Ryoma? He didn't know. And he wasn't so naïve as to think that what he was feeling was mostly lust. But at the same time it just felt like there could be more to their relationship; that they just worked together. For the first time (even though there weren't many times) it was more than just lust. Yes, a lot of it was, but the simple fact that there was even an inkling of feeling involved showed how much Ryoma had affected him. He wanted, for once in his life, to truly see if what he felt could be more; if they could be more. And the only way he would know was if Ryoma continued to be with them; to be with him.
To Fuji he was so much more than the next person who would grace his bed. It was unreal, something Fuji never thought possible, but Ryoma didn't deserve simply a one night stand. No, Fuji want more than that; a lot more actually. He want emotion; that spine tingling, breathe catching emotion he always heard so much about and only now was craving. He wanted it and for some reason, he knew Ryoma could give him it. He was a person- the only person- that gave him shivers of anticipation whenever they fought. He was the only one that made him feel a thrill like no other. Just a stare could send Fuji into a trance; just a sway could make him want him. He was beautiful. He was strong. And he was everything that made Fuji wonder why the brown-haired teen had hesitated to fuck him senseless when he was sleeping on the bench.
To Inui, he was a friend; a fellow scholar. He felt as if he could speak him mind, let his words go and Ryoma would never slink away or look at him as if he were a freak. He listened to everthing he had to say, and never grew angr when Inui pointed out something wrong in his training. He listened, and that was something Inui never truly had.
To Eiji, he was someone he could let loose with, yet someone he could talk seriously too. No one ever took him serious, or really thought him even capable to being serious. It was nice to have a serious conversation one minute, and yet a fun one the next. Ryoma was the balance between the two for him, and he just now realized how much he needed that.
To Kaidou, he was a friend; a real honest friend who understood him without him even having to say a word. Ryoma acknowledged his strength and understand his loves for cute animals (especially cats), and he never called him weird. He had asked once- why Ryoma never thought his hissing was weird- and Ryoma had simply shrugged and said that everyone has some way of controlling their emotions or concentrating and hissing was his. Ryoma was the first to realize the real reason behind his actions, and through that began to make him open up.
To Taka, he was someone who personally understood his lust for battle. Even Taka's group was weary around him and his almost double personality. Ryoma had explained to him that it was blood lust; that the sheer thought of going into battle, or the thought of fighting someone strong made Taka change. Ryoma said that he was the same, though not in the same 'burning' way he was; he still understood both sides- the battle-ready warrior and the gentle-hearted teen. And he accepted it.
To Oishi, Ryoma was the one who helped him with his own emotions. He had bottled them up so much, had suppressed them just so he could watch after the others that he had failed to notice he was a bomb ready to explode. But Ryoma helped him; told him when the right time was to mother and when it had nothing to do with him. It was something he appreciated, and he knew it would never be the same without him.
He had opened everyone's heart. He had made them each grow to care about him. He had made them stronger. He made them take their past, and use it as fuel- fuel to keep them going.
To live.
Something that they didn't even know they wanted until it was showed to them.
They walked to their own building that housed their dorms and each inwardly scowled. It was such a dull place; silent and barren with nobody other than themselves. No one resided their but them as they weren't trusted to live with the others. It didn't matter that this was a school that specified in their kind. They were not trusted because their powers were greater than the other students; wilder and less controlled. And so they were separated in everything except for the regular core classes that ever school forced their children to take. And it made them wish they didn't have this power.
Opening the black old door, and making their way up the creaky stairs to their respectable floors, they said nothing as they parted and locked themselves in their rooms.
It wasn't a 'good-night' kind of night. And it's not like they were going to sleep anyways.
-x-
Ryoma shot Kai a look, too tired to glare at him anymore.
"Kai, get off the god damned bed." he growled, but it sounded more like a wine, even to his ears.
He really didn't want to deal with Kai tonight. Once the students finally left him alone and went back to their dorm rooms, Ryoma found himself going to his own room, only to be accompanied by Kai. And now, the damn bastard wouldn't leave! Ryoma sighed wearily and plopped down on his bed, not caring anymore that Kai now occupied the other half. He was too tired.
"Ryoma…" Kai started, pulling Ryoma next to him and started stroking his hair, chuckling softly when Ryoma practically purred in enjoyment.
"Ryoma," he started again, "Do you want to leave?" he asked softly, still running his hand through the soft, silky black hair. Ryoma hummed lightly as he thought of the answer.
"I suppose… But I find myself somewhat attached to them, whether I like it or not." he confessed grumpily, and Kai chuckled in response, not letting up his ministrations.
Kai couldn't help but gaze at Ryoma's face, admiring how it glowed under the artificial light. How his long-black lashes brushed against his soft skin as he closed his eyes. How his lips were plump and inviting, parted slightly for air purposes. As he watched, he couldn't help the small smile that graced his face.
He loved Ryoma so much. He truly did. But he knew where Ryoma's heart lied. That was the problem.
Ryoma's heart was simply… not anywhere.
It wasn't like the younger teacher was cold-hearted, he simply didn't believe in love. Kai had always wanted to show him, but as years went by he knew that he would never be able to claim his heart. He knew that Ryoma saw him only as a friend, and it hurt. But it was better than nothing.
Sure, he was born to be on the throne until Ryoma was ready to claim it, which was his purpose, but even if it wasn't; he would have given Ryoma the crown anyway, if the teen had so desired.
A soft snort escaped his lips. Damn, he was getting soft. His gaze fell on Ryoma once more. He wished that he would go soft as well...
He sighed and stopped petting Ryoma, earning a frustrated whimper. Kai chuckled but didn't give in, wanting Ryoma's full attention. He obviously had gained it, even if in a rather annoyed way if the irritated golden gaze was anything to go by.
"Ryoma, do you …want to bring them with us?" he questioned. Kai watched as Ryoma's eyes looked at him in surprise, narrowing slightly.
"Who?"
"Your students."
"Bring them where?"
"With us."
"With us…? As in… to see Thorn?" Ryoma asked, disbelief in his voice, his eyes widening. Kai nodded and he smiled at Ryoma.
"You obviously don't want to part from them, and it seems that the feeling is mutual. So why not?"
Ryoma seemed to contemplate the thought for a few moments before turning a suspicious look at Kai.
"What would be their purpose for being there….?" he questioned slowly. Kai sighed.
"Whatever you want them to do, I'm positive they will fit the role." he simply said, shrugging lightly. Ryoma seemed to think for awhile, before his lips thinned into a thoughtful frown, eyes a bit glazed. Kai looked at him questioningly.
"They need a reason to live." he said suddenly, making Kai look at him, still confused. Ryoma seemed to be in his own thoughts, as if he was talking to himself, so Kai let him speak.
"They need a reason to live. They don't have one. They simply live and make sure that each other live. If I could give them a reason… a reason to live then maybe…." he trailed off, leaving Kai to pout. What in the world was Ryoma thinking?
Ryoma suddenly smirked, and Kai found himself looking at the smirk with growing dread. Ryoma had an idea, and by the way Ryoma looked right about now…
… It was one that Kai wasn't going to like.
-x-
He growled as light shined into his face. He rolled over on the bed, but opened his eyes in surprise. He rolled onto someone. Confusion painted his face as he peered down at the man underneath him and smirked when the one underneath blushed lightly.
"Well, good morning to you too Kai." Ryoma purred in his ear, watching with sleepy amusement as Kai's face turned red, even his ears. What a nice color.
"R-Ryoma, get off…" Kai said weakly and Ryoma smirked. He sat up, straddling Kai. He grinned even more as Kai moaned a bit, eyes clenching closed in waning self restraint.
"Really? Kai I haven't done anything yet and your already so hard." he said in amusement. Kai glared at him, but it was quickly replaced with a look of glazed pleasure as Ryoma moved and rolled his hips, purposely rubbing against Kai's rather large bulge.
Ryoma smirked, satisfied with the moans and gasps he was receiving and leaned down toward Kai's ear slowly, making sure Kai felt everything as the younger stretch like a cat across the others body. He smirked as Kai moaned his name, his voice a strained whisper. Really, sometimes Kai was so amusing. He wasn't even doing anything!
He chuckled, snapping Kai out of his pleasure. Kai glared half-heartedly at the younger on top of him.
Ryoma sighed, knowing that it would be bad if he continued, and got off, making Kai hiss. Ryoma raised an eyebrow, eyeing Kai for a moment. Golden orbs narrowed before they closed, his hand coming up and rubbing the bridge of his nose as he did so. Sighing, Ryoma straddled him once more.
Kai shot him a panicked look but Ryoma waved it off and just hushed him.
"You've had it for too long, Kai. You need release." Ryoma said, slowly pulling Kai's pants and bowers off. Kai moaned and started to pant, his breath hitching as Ryoma started to kiss down his stomach. Kai knew that he shouldn't let Ryoma continue doing this... But… it just felt too damn good! And Ryoma was offering, so-
His breath hitched as Ryoma traced a vein on his throbbing erection with his tongue. He moaned, panting heavily now. He silently cursed himself. He was already so close!
Kai whimpered as Ryoma pulled back, and Ryoma looked at him in amusement.
"You are already so close?" he whispered in Kai's ear, making him shiver.
Ryoma smirked as he grasped Kai's erection and started to pump, kissing his stomach as he did so. Kai's breathing increased, and he fisted the sheets, gasping as he felt himself coming. Ryoma picked up speed, only stopping as Kai came onto his hand.
Ryoma waited for Kai to get his breathing back, and smirked when Kai looked at him hazily. Ryoma lifted his hand and licked the sticky liquid on his hand, his eyes never straying from Kai's as he did so.
Kai watched as Ryoma licked his hand, swallowing himself. He looked like a cat… a sexy cat actually. He groaned. He was already getting hard again.
As Ryoma finished, he rolled off and looked at Kai, giving him a sexy grin.
"I'll get changed, you should probably take a shower. Unless of course you want to stay in your own-"
"I'll take a shower." Kai said, cutting him off. Ryoma smirked and left the bedroom, closing the door softly, leaving Kai to think by himself.
His mind struggled to process what just happened.
Did Ryoma really…? Did he just…? He sighed and stood up, grimacing as he eyed the sheets on Ryoma's bed. He slowly turned red as the hazy memories infiltrated his mind full force. He came so quickly… but that was probably the best hand-job he had ever got.
He sighed dreamily as he gathered the sheets and threw them into the corner of the room. He looked around the room. This was Ryoma's room? He didn't really have a chance to get a good look at Ryoma's living space here at Seigaku. And he had to admit, it was impressive, especially considering Ryoma was just a teacher here. But then again, he thought smiling and turning toward the room, he did say that Ryoma was to get his own room made. He couldn't have the future King be uncomfortable, now could he?
Making his way into the bathroom and peeling off his dirtied clothes, he thought about what had happened only minutes ago in the bedroom as the warm water rushed over him. He shivered as he remembered Ryoma's lithe form on top of him, and he groaned.
Time to change to cold water.
-x-
"Are you sure you don't mind?" Ryoga asked, looking at Tezuka. Tezuka nodded, his face giving away nothing. Ryoga sighed.
So damn emotionless… he sighed again.
"Fine, fine. Just follow the path that leads into the woods. It's the only building out there, so it shouldn't be that hard to find… but… you might want to keep your eyes peeled." Ryoga warned.
Tezuka raised an eyebrow in question and Ryoga sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he suddenly appeared a bit sheepish.
"Ryoma hates it when I wake him up, so he usually sets up some traps so that I can't get to him. He doesn't set up life threatening ones, so don't worry." Ryoga assured but Tezuka kept his eyebrow raised.
"Then why does he set them up? To just slow down the inevitable?" he inquired, but regretted it as soon as he saw Ryoga's pale face. The older man laughed nervously.
"Hahaha… yeah, actually, Ryoma just makes it so that he gets the final blow in… since he likes to kill his victims himself… well, I truly am sorry, my dear student, but you did offer! Good bye now!" Ryoga said quickly, running away from Tezuka and glanced over his shoulder as he ran.
"Don't dieeee!~" he yelled, running into the school, and leaving Tezuka outside of the forest.
Tezuka, pale faced, slowly made his way down the trail, praying for the first time in his life.
Praying that Ryoga was just kidding about the whole killing part, and if it was true, praying that Ryoma was in a good mood today.
-x-
Ryoma walked into his bedroom, glancing at the bathroom door.
A brief look of sadness passed his face before it disappeared. Maybe helping Kai with his little problem wasn't the best move. He was well-aware of the others feelings, and honestly, he felt bad now.
But Kai knew.
Kai knew that Ryoma vowed to never love.
It was a vow Ryoma planned to keep, but the vow had delivered some damage as the years passed. Sure, he wasn't very old, but that didn't stop himself from almost falling. And even worse, it was with three different people. But Ryoma left before he let himself give in to them. One lover was a problem, not to mention three. And now… now what? He found himself having a growing interest in both Fuji and Tezuka.
He mentally face-palmed.
Who would have ever thought a sixteen-year-old teen would have so many problems?
But then again, he sighed, I'm not exactly… normal.
He turned as he heard a door open, revealing Kai. A very wet Kai, with only a towel around his waist. Kai smiled at him and Ryoma smirked as he openly looked at Kai. Not that Kai minded or anything.
"Ne, Ryo-chan, that's not very fair, is it? You get to look at me and yet, I can't look at you?" he teased. Ryoma smirked as he stood and walked to the bathroom door, opening it and glancing at Kai.
"Well, I am about to take a shower, am I not? My, Kai, your damn lucky today." he said teasingly before closing the door behind him.
Kai stared at the door before smirking. He certainly was lucky today. He knew it wasn't love, that it was simply physical. But… he could pretend, couldn't he? It's all he's ever wanted, after all. He would pretend. And when the pretending stopped, he would smile and face reality. He would face it, as long as Ryoma was with him. It didn't matter if it was as a lover anymore. No. As long as he was there, Kai would have a reason to live.
He was, after-all, born for the sole purpose of aiding Ryoma.
He was brought back out of his thoughts when he heard water and he smirked in anticipation. Maybe Ryoma would make this a lucky day.
He snorted.
He already had.
-x-
Today just isn't my damn day. Tezuka thought grumpily, after taking outthe two machine guns on either side of the very old path. He walked past them, not even looking as he made the air thin and dense enough to cut through the metal guns like a sword. Tezuka continued to walk, breathing heavily.
How was this supposed to not be life-threatening? he asked in his mind.
They were guns! Guns! Not only that but there was quicksand, alligators, a snake pit, a tiger (where the hell did he get that anyway?), two huge swords that came from both sides and almost killed him, and the rest, well he was too tired to even count the huge list of things that should not be attainable for a sixteen-year-old!
He paused before sighing annoyed.
That sixteen-year-old washis teacher. He sighed again as he looked forward and huge logs came at him from the front and back.
Really? Come on!
-x-
Ryoma turned on the water and stepped into the shower, eyes blank and void of any emotion. This always happened when he went into the shower. He would shut down, and relax his usually very tense muscles.
To Ryoma, everything was training, and the only time it truly stopped would be when he died. And if he died, he failed. And failure was not an option, at least not anymore.
He stepped forward allowing the water to wash over his face and hair, the black-green locks sticking and framing his sun-kissed face. As the water crawled off of his skin and hit the white tilled floor beneath his feet, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to shut-down.
This was his weakness. The time when he was completely useless.
He laughed dryly.
How ridiculous. The only time he was weak was when he was in the damn shower? He shook his head, watching as the water dropped from his hair and landed on the sides of the shower. It was a horrible weakness, but it was his weakness. He sighed and ran a hand threw his hair, tracing his cheeks and neck as he pushed it back. He slowly brought his hand down, traveling down his sides and over to his chest, stopping as he felt his body's imperfections.
He opened his eyes, reveling dead gold.
He glanced down, looking at the small scars.
If he was normal, he would fuss over the ridiculously ugly small scars, but he was devoid of emotions as he looked at it. Turning, he faced the white wall of the shower, and glanced over his shoulder, looking at himself in the foggy-glass door. A dead look graced his face as he looked at his scarred back, revealing a huge cross-shaped scar, large and slightly discolored. He looked at it, tracing the huge scar with his eyes.
He smiled.
Ahh.
The last gift his father had given him.
-x-
"Ouch, damn it!" An angry voice hissed as the teen before him rubbed the large gash on his arm with alcohol wipes, much to his anger. The teen just continued to smile.
"Oh, did that hurt, Kei-chan?" The other teased, easily dodging the punch thrown at him. He gripped the other's injured arm and looked on in amusement as the other hissed in pain.
"Yukimura! Ore-sama is going to kill you if you do that again." The dubbed 'Kei' hissed, only angering more as Yukimura grinned.
"Is that a promise of a threat, my dear Keigo?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with dark delight. Keigo backed down slightly, not liking that look he was getting.
"Both." he answered, almost wearily. Yukimura smiled and stood up, finishing wrapping the wound on Keigo's arm.
"I'm sorry Keigo, but someone has already promised me that! Only one person can kill me." he said, making the other shiver slightly at the sadistic look on his face.
"Hn. Did you hear anything from Kai-sama?" An emotionless teen asked, his arms folded in front of him. Keigo rolled his eyes and flipped his hair.
"No, Ore-sama did not. Apparently, Kai sneaked out of the castle again. Well, sort of." Keigo informed, glaring at his arm in distaste.
He'd need to pay more attention from now on in battle. Apparently, who ever decided that they wanted to attack ROSE's decided to step up their game as far as skilled soldiers goes. He usually didn't need to pay attention, but one had managed to cut him, and - to say the least - Keigo was pissed.
"Hmm… so no new orders, ne?" Yukimura asked, and the others looked on in obvious worry. Whenever the blue-haired teen looked like that it usually meant that he had something that he wanted to do… whether it was illegal or legal didn't usually matter.
"What now, Yuki?" Keigo whined.
Sure, it was very un-beautiful of him, but he couldn't help it! He really wasn't in the mood to blow-up random buildings in the other dimension and watch as they all freaked out right now. Yukimura raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever do you mean? I was just going to simply suggest we try to find out why he went to see Ryo." he said, turning his back on the other two and hiding his smirk as they both froze at the information.
"What do you mean? What about Ryo?" The usually cold and emotionless teen asked, letting his mask slip at the mere mention of a certain young teacher. Yukimura smirked.
"Kai left so he could go and talk to Ryo-chan. Why, I don't know, Gen. But I'd just love to find out."
"Wait. So you're telling me that Kai knew where Ryo was this whole damn time and never told us?" Keigo yelled, his anger only growing bigger. Yukimura's eyes went cold as he nodded, and 'Gen'( Muhahaha Sanada!) clenched his teeth in anger and irritation.
"So, what? Are we going to try to find them?" Keigo asked, closing his eyes so that he could calm down. Yukimura seemed to ponder the question before grinning and standing up, brushing himself off. Gen looked at him slightly wearily.
"What…?"
"Oh don't give me that look, Gen. I simply want to… ask the people in the castle if they knew of anything else." Yukimura asked. Keigo flipped his hair and looked at Yukimura, standing up as well.
"Anything else? You went there already?"
"Not exactly. I just … uh … stole some servants and asked them a few questions is all~ Now, let's go!" Yukimura said, giggling slightly before taking off in an extremely fast sprint. Keigo and Gen looked at each other before sighing slightly and taking after Yukimura.
Beware: Hot blue-haired man is going to torture any servant he sees. Run away. Quickly.
-x-
He quickly sliced down the last wooden arrow, panting with exhaustion, and silently cursing the hell out of his Sensei.
He is never going to try to get to him ever again.
He walked slowly, trying to make it so the huge gash on his leg didn't take any more damage. As he made it to the top of the small hill he looked on in relief as he spotted a huge black building.
Finally.
He walked with purpose toward the building and walked up the steps, pausing as he reached the large double doors. He set his lips in a thin line of emotionless expression as he pushed the doors open. He knew this was a building for teachers that was used awhile ago, and it currently only housed his Sensei Ryoma. As he walked in he eyed the spiral stairs that was right in front of him and he walked up them slowly, eyeing the place. There were lots of rooms here and, according to Ryoga, Ryoma's was on the top-floor. The top floor was recently added and specifically built for Ryoma. Apparently, Ryoma likes height.
When the stairs finally met the top-floor, he looked left and right then straight ahead. There was three ways to go.
Which one do I go down?
Suddenly, an idea forced its way into his brain and he closed his eyes in concentration.
He focused on the surrounding area and he allowed a small smile grace his lips as he found his teachers presence. He opened his eyes and headed down the hallway right in front of him, his muscles tensing more with every step. He had managed to get here alive, all he needed to do now was leave alive.
Yeah. Considering the trip here that should be easy. Tezuka thought in annoyance.
Not.
But despite everything he went through just getting here Tezuka allowed a small smile to grace his lips once again. He didn't know what it was about his young teacher that attracted him so. He really didn't. He just did. And even though Tezuka generally liked the feeling he was still annoyed with it. He had managed to grow up and protect everyone, never once coming out of his mask. Never once being defeated; never once having anyone get past his barriers.
Maybe that was why he started liking Ryoma?
He shook his head softly as he concentrated once again as he came up to another hallway and took a left, allowing himself to simply follow his instincts as he thought.
He really didn't know. He didn't love his young teacher, at least not yet. He was just… attracted to him. Physically? Very much so. Emotionally? To a point. But he found himself not being able to pin any moments that held any significance in their relationship.
There was training of course, and that was always intense, and even their secret training sessions that no one knew about, except maybe Fuji. He supposed that could be when he opened up more, allowing Ryoma in. He had told Ryoma quite a bit about himself during those fights. And in return, Ryoma listened intently, giving comments when he deemed he should. It made Tezuka feel lighter, but it also made him feel weaker.
But Ryoma had quickly dismissed the thought.
His Sensei explained that having emotions was annoying, even he thought so, but he couldn't do anything about it, it was simply a part of being… as much human as they were. It took him awhile, but he found himself agreeing with Ryoma.
He often looked forward to their secret fights, each time going and hoping that that fight would hold an event that would surely give him a reason to get Ryoma's attention. Always hoping that that fight would somehow change their relationship and somehow give him a reason for his growing interest in the young teacher.
He sighed as he felt the presence of Ryoma behind the door he had just stopped in front of.
He hesitated, not really knowing how to go about doing this. He heard a door open and he mentally shrugged, deciding that he was just going to give him Ryoga's message then leave. He knocked, and when he heard a muffled 'Come in' he opened the door and stepped inside.
His eyes widened.
There, sitting on the bed, was Kai. Without a shirt on and only pants he certainly looked beautiful but that was not the reason for his surprise.
To the left of the room was Ryoma. Ryoma with only a towel around his waist. Ryoma wet.
Oh god. Tezuka thought nervously but snapped out of it as he heard a chuckle. He eyed Ryoma with question.
"Hello Kunimitsu. What is it?" he asked and Tezuka thought for a moment before remembering. His set his face in his usual cold and emotionless way as he re-laid the information.
"Principle Ryoga wished me to come here and give you message." he informed, pulling a note that he had almost forgot about, and handing it to Ryoma. Ryoma took it and gave Tezuka a look before opening it up.
" …I see you had some trouble getting here." Ryoma said in slight amusement as he scanned the paper and scowled, setting it on fire, and crushing the ashes in his hands. He unclenched his hand and looked at Tezuka as he dropped the ashes.
A frown found its way onto Tezuka's face and he nodded, frown deepening when Ryoma chuckled at him. He motioned Tezuka to sit on the bed next to Kai and he slowly obeyed. He watched as Ryoma walked over to the closet, opening a drawer within it and pulling out a white button-down shirt. He faced them once again as he slipped it on, not buttoning it as he bent down slightly to open another drawer, this time pulling out a pair of black pants.
Staying where he was Ryoma dropped his towel around his waist, and hid his smirk as he heard two quick intakes of breath. He slipped on boxers that he had previously pulled out and slipped on his pants, leaving them un-buttoned, and turned toward the two on the bed as he towel-dried his hair.
"I actually have something I'd like to discuss with you, Kunimitsu." Ryoma said, his voice forcing Tezuka to rip his eyes away from Ryoma's chest and up to his eyes. ( He decided that he'd ask about the scars on his chest another time)
"Hn?" he asked, interested. Kai looked at Ryoma with slightly wide eyes.
"You do…? Wait. Does this have to do with-"
Ryoma cut him off with a dismissive look.
"Yes it does. Anyway," Ryoma said, making sure he had Tezuka's attention.
"I want to know. How deep does your liking for this place run?"
"Not very far, if there's any." Tezuka said without hesitation. Ryoma seemed to be contemplating something before eyeing Tezuka once more.
"Would you leave with me? Leave everything behind?" Ryoma asked and Tezuka froze at the words. There was a long moment of silence in which Tezuka seemed to contemplate the idea but he ended the thought with shaking his head slightly.
"I… it honors me that you ask. And, personally, I would love to; however, I cannot abandon my friends. That simply is not a choice." he said confidently.
Ryoma stared at him before sighing. He turned away from him and threw the towel into the corner, and buttoned his pants, turning back towards the now confused men in front of him. Ryoma grinned.
"I thought so. Good thing I planned ahead. But, dismissing the idea of leaving without them, do you think you could leave Seigaku and come with me, everyone included?" Tezuka seemed surprised at this but after a moment to think over it he nodded slowly.
"Yes, I suppose we could. I doubt they would let an offer such as that pass, but if you don't mind, could you tell me your reason for inviting us to go with you… wherever we're going?" he asked, curious. Ryoma looked at him.
"Nope."
A sigh.
"I thought so."
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Original A/N: This chapter is Soooo damn long!~ I was planning to cut it shorter, but I ended up just making it longer -_-' Yeah, well, that's how I work. I'm sorry it took so long but my first version of this was deleted. By my brother.
He said it 'didn't look too important' so he just pressed 'the red button with the cool X on it and it just disappeared' … -_- yeah, this is what I live with. Ugh. Well anyway, I wrote this over like two hundred times (over-exaggeration) and had to delete and add a lot. Hehe… I actually already started the next chapter but I had to re-do most of what I had done… I kind of got out of hand and killed EVERYONE. ^^'
Anyway~ don't worry too much about everyone dying, I don't think I'll kill everyone… but I can't make any promises :P
P.s Thank you for your many encouraging words! I Can't believe people still read this… seriously.
New One: I love you; all of you. Please review and pray for my computer. It just took me six hours to open this document- no exaggeration. Ugh.
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