Late as always Sorry guys.
Anyway, a silly mistake in last chapter at the end, he doesn't want THEM to win this.. He does, however wanna win it himself XD
A little Tribute to a dear friend of mine who passed away some days ago. She was killed by a drunk driver after a party. I know she didn't drink (she couldn't hold her liqueur that well so she preferred not to) anyway, I'm finally over the initial shock, but I stumbled upon a beautiful poem that got my tears flowing. I forgot where I found this poem, but if you know the writer, please tell me, I'd like to credit the real artist.
The poem is called: "I went to a party, Mum"

I went to a party, and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself, the way you said I would,
that I didn't drink and drive, though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice, and your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended, and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car, sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement, and I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mum,
His voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me, as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say, this girl is going to die.
I'm sure the guy had no idea, while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive, now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mum knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me, like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mum tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him, that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had, I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mum I'm getting
really scared.
These are my final moments, and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mum, as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say I love you, Mum
So I love you and good-bye.

*wipes a tear away*
There… Oh well, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own PoT or these guys, BUT! Any OC's in this story are mine, so far only Morgan, Naoya and Thomas has stood out.

As a request from a reader I'm making an OC's description at the start of the chapters from now on, so that you know how they look, not that long yet, but, maybe there'll be more in time.
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OC's:
Thomas Jacobs: Also called Tom, a cold person with a tendency to either rape and/or sexual harass people in his power. He usually does it out of spite towards other people, but when it comes to Ryoma, he does it because he finds the boy charming and the sounds he makes delicious. Tom has Brown eyes not as tall as Morgan (190cm.) Fit but not as muscular, it's therefore evident that he use brains (and a gun) instead of bodily power (unless it's sexual, great way to break men down) He's a tat deranged and likes to torment people.

Morgan: Ryoma's bodyguard. Morgan is 28 years old and pretty handsome; Tall (205cm.) and muscular (not overly pumped as Kabaji, but a little more harmonious and slender build), pitch black long hair gathered in a low ponytail behind him, vibrant green eyes and a harmonious face with manly features.
Morgan likes Ryoma, maybe more than professionally acceptable, but he knows he can't have the 13 year old boy and oath to protect him, not only from bodily harm but emotional too and everyone who wants Ryoma's affection will have to go through him!

Naoya: Ryoma's other bodyguard. Naoya is 23 but looks like a high school freshman no matter how you put it. His hair is deep blue and slightly messy his eyes have the same deep blue. He'd also be a very good Okama. He's a happy go lucky kind of guy but manages to be outmost gentle as well. How he graduated from the bodyguard school, no one knows.

Authors scrambled mind and what it means! =D

Direct Thoughts (rare for now anyway)

"Talk"

Flashbacks or dreams

Time and /or place

(Translation of the said sentence or Authors thoughts of the written)

Normal action, can contain thoughts or feelings, but that will be apparent to the reader (hopefully)

If you need more translations of my writing, please tell me, I try to keep the Japanese as simple as possible, but if you need translations just tell me and I'll put them up ^^
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Chapter 13 Hallucinations
Ryoma grumbled as he stretched. They had finished the race last. Naoya had enough shame to look guilty and remorseful. Fuji, too, were very silent as he helped the annoyed boy with his stretches. Ryoma knew Fuji hated loosing. He winced as Fuji pressed on his back and the older boy let go immediately, looking horrified.
"I'm so sorry!"
Morgan had looked up at the slight sound of Ryoma's pain, but relaxed slightly after. Ryoma waved his hand dismissively but said nothing, his mind was still on the lost race. He'd been thinking about it ever since they lost it some hours ago. They had finished their 'punishment' for loosing already, but yet his thoughts lingered. Fuji and the others thought he still where mad at Naoya, thinking he was to blame for Ryoma stumbling. But it weren't, though, for now, Ryoma where mad at him for trying to surprise him by jumping out behind a bush. Letting others think that was why he spaced out was fine by him, anything but telling the reason behind his fall. He didn't want to worry the others.

They ran with everything they had, Ryoma had taken Fuji's hand to guide him through the breach in the wall of running x-senpai's. He smirked as they passed them, the goal in reach. Fuji had sped up aswell, now they were through. Ryoma looked to the side as something rustled in the bushes and Naoya jumped out. But Ryoma didn't see Naoya, he saw a figure between the trees. A horrifyingly familiar figure with a sadistic smile. Ryoma's back started stinging as if the whip were drawing red lines on it again. He missed a step and fell at the sound of 'BOH!'

After he had tumbled - and nearly having dragged Fuji into the fall - he'd looked back as he got swarmed. The figure had gone. Like a nightmare while awake. But his fear hadn't vanished. Though the disappearance of the figure, resembling Thomas, had gone and thereby calmed him a little. He still shivered slightly. He knew it was stupid fearing his hallucination, it weren't real. Or so he told himself. If he had been there – he'd have enough time to go away before Ryoma got to look again- if he still were on the compound? even the slight possibility that Naoya had missed him, that Morgan didn't see him either was excruciatingly painful. He trusted Morgan, but Morgan weren't invincible, he was a human too.
"Echizen-sama..?"
Ryoma heard it as if it was muffled. But he blinked, registering the voice.
"Echizen-sama?"
He was shaken back to reality by Morgan. He blinked again, looking up at the man, puzzled for splitsecond.
"You okay? You're spacing out, Fuji-kun already tried to get your attention for several minutes.."
Ryoma looked over at Fuji, and he really did look worried, so did the others. They had all heard Fuji's voice ending up in a higher pitch in worry.
"I'm okay…"
He got up from the ground and left for the house, he wanted a bath, and he wanted to collect his thoughts.

Commonroom, same evening.

Ryoma yawned deeply as he starred into the fireplace. People around him where giggling and talking, some were playing twister and others where meddling with the x-box 360. Ryoma briefly looked over. They were trying to make the kinect work properly. He lifted a brow as Kikumaru jumped in excitement.
"whoo! It's working! Here! Here! Put this in!"
He shoved a game into Oishi's hand as he still clapped his hands together, watching as the game started. Ryoma turned his body around in the comfy chair, as did the others.
"What's that?"
He watched as they started the game, running back and forth to pop bubbles, hinder balls in getting past and gathering coins. He lifted his brow, he'd never seen such a game and it caught his attention as he slowly got caught by the atmosphere and cheered alongside the others.
Morgan smiled, but Naoya just looked surprised at the display of utter happiness from Ryoma. The little guy smiled widely, laughed with the others and looked like he had forgotten about all the worries in the world. A large weight had been removed from him, it seemed.
"Naoya! Come play with me!"
Naoya got dragged out of his wonder as Ryoma dragged him infront of the little camera. He smiled at him, but there was a glint of mischievous playfulness in the golden eyes aswell.
"Beat me if you can!"

In the background the other regulars where enjoying the lighter air around Ryoma. Fuji and Yukimura gave each other death glares now and then while Atobe carelessly tried to get Ryomas attention.
"So, You're not going to ask how it was?"
Fuji looked at Yukimura with a slightly tilted head. Tezuka looked at him too. Not showing his slight confusion.
"What..?"
Yukimura never changed his cheerful expression, masterly not gathering the other's attention, who circled solely on the kinect and the game.
"Ryoma's first kiss ofcourse? You reviving him don't count as a kiss since he was out cold."
Tezuka's eyes glinted dangerously for a brief moment, Fuji opened his eyes to watch Yukimura intensely.
"what?"
Fuji tried to keep his voice down, but it still shook, though he desperately tried to cover it up.
"I tell you, he blushed all over, it was such an endearing sight. He didn't even flinch or try to stop it. Though he seemed awkward, I think he didn't hate it, and might even have liked it."
Fuji withstood the urge to curl his hands into fists.
"so in short you took advantage of him?"
This time Tezuka had opened his mouth, he didn't look at Yukimura anymore, he watched at Naoya played against Kikumaru now.
"No, he could've stopped me, I gave him plenty of room, besides, I'd never done it to harm him, force him or anything, I just thought he should know how I felt."
Yukimura turned his gaze to the group playing again.
"That makes him aware of me.. What are you going to do now… hmm?"
He left them there to join in on the fun, smiling at Ryoma who caught his gaze and smiled back briefly before his attention got caught by Morgan who tried – and failed- at the game.