Disclaimer: POT doesn't and will never belong to me.

Tezuka's POV

I stood there waiting, for him to come. He was late.
He ran, his face pale but still relaxed, "Gomen ne" it is his first and I forgive.
I sat here fuming, for he is late. Again.
He walked, his face pale but still calm, "Gomen ne" it is his second and I forgive, yet again.

"Gomen ne" again and again it came. Soothing my anger less and less, every single time.
I asked why, but still he say "Gomen ne", I thought I die. It is his fifty times.
No more, I shouted. My calm was gone. His love was gone.
"Gomen ne" is yet again, my only reply.

A star in tennis, Ryoma Echizen, he seems to steal all eyes.
A principal in study, Ryoma Echizen, he seems to steal all hearts.
He took, he stole and finally I had no more love. He had Fuji.
He smiled, he shone and finally I had enough. I lost Fuji.

Why? A bitter cry. I asked the one I love so much.
"Gomen ne" again… the ninety times.
I turned and left. My heart, a million shards under his feet.
"Gomen ne" I never turned back.

He was always with the star. Silent but so happy.
He was always with the only one. Cool but smiling.
He was always with the brilliant one. Calm but satisfied.
He was never with me. Because I had died.

Ryoma took him from me. I lost my love.
Ryoma took him from tennis. I lost my Tensai.
Ryoma took him from school. I lost my friend.
Ryoma took him from home. I lost hope.

He was never there, always off to play. Not with me, no, he is with Ryoma Echizen.
He never turned back; always look forward to time with the boy with a cap.
He never came back; his love was gone, with the winds, into the arms of Ryoma Echizen.
I hated him, I hated Ryoma Echizen, I hated love.

I don't call, as he never calls me again. But whenever I call him, "Gomen ne" is there in the silence.
I don't see him, as he never sees me again. But whenever I see him, Gomen ne" is there in the stares.
I forgot his birthday, or so I thought.
Once every four year, I would count, waiting to give him a present. This year, I gave him twenty laps.

A day, a week, a month. No news.
A second, a minute, an hour. I fear.
A thought, a hope, a prayer. I panicked.
A shiver, a tremble, a chill. I called.

"Where are you? Why are you not by his side!" Yuuta screamed.
Why, I asked, yet again.
"He is dying…"
A door slammed open, and I went off.

At the hospital, the smell so strong. Not the medicine but of death.
Ryoma Echizen was there but Fuji barely was.
So frail, I thought. My heart broke. Again.
Hey, why are you here?

A smile, so weak it was barely there. It tore my soul so hard I gasped.
A hand, so pale it blended in with the sheets. It shook my mind so strongly I stared.
Ryoma Echizen left, "Mada Mada Dane" with a tear unseen.
I stroked his hair, so soft, so clean and so little.

Cancer.
Don't worry.
Please.
Gomen Ne.

The last sorry.

A box, I held at his funeral. His box.
A hundred pictures of him, a hundred Gomen ne from him.
Dear Kuni-chan, when I leave the house, I fainted, woke up two hours later. Still went to meet you.
Dear Kuni-chan, when I leave school, I felt so sick, went to see a doctor first. Cancer. Still went to you.
The story, behind each Gomen ne, sniped at my heart.

His pain so evident.
His betrayal so forced.
My foolishness so obvious.
The last picture, Fuji was dying.

Dear Kuni-chan, I should be gone, when you saw this. But my love would not be.
Never had a chance to ask, would you marry me. Never had a chance to see you smile and say I do.
Please don't cry, I could not bear it. Ja Ne, Kuni-chan, we still have next life.

Fuji's POV

When I first saw you, I thought I saw an angel.
When I first talked to you, I thought I heard harp.
When I first hold your hand, I thought I die a happy man.
When I last say sorry, I thought I die.

Because, you have cried.