All I Know Chapter 7: FINAL! Mistaken, a prince of tennis fanfic

All I Know

FINAL Mistaken

Numanife ( Kat )

A/N I'm switching to Naruto, so I'll be ending this. I'm trying to make this one as long as I can! :D That's not really long sorry! I love you all for reviewing and such~! Please, if your a fan like myself, read my Akatsuki fanfictions~! Thanks~!

It's not like I didn't miss that cute blue haired boy... no, man... I just need time alone. And so, I'm walking alone at midnight, hoping I was alone once more. I didn't want to be mauled like I had been in previous events. I heard Ryoma's soothing voice speaking in English (which I am heavily fluent in), "I love you too, Candy, I missed you a lot"

"I see you found someone to ease your pain," Candy smiled.

"Well, I didn't think it was fair, because I loved you first" he mutter in their tight embrace.

"I'm glad you chose me"

I nearly choked, feeling the warm tears from before drip from my face. The night wind blew past, pushing my tears around. I could taste the bitter drops on my tongue. Time seemed to freeze. I couldn't move my legs, and for a spilt second, I wished that someone can to finish what they had started when they hurt me. I wished that when Ryoma Echizen came to mind, I could once again scoff at the tennis jock, and not feel one bit for the cold boy. But when I saw them put their foreheads together, I imagined myself as her. I could see me and him together like we were earlier that week. I could still hear that beautiful song he sang me outside my window and could feel the presure of the point where he caught me. I could remember the pain I went through because of the lies. I could see the look on our faces when Momo said we were going out. I blinked, taking in the new image to my barrage of memories. The new pain that will surely never go away. The hate of myself for not being to say that I hated the boy hugging the American girl.

My legs finally moved, pushing me away from the scene, and made me speed down the road. My eyes were shut tight so I couldn't suffer any longer, but couldn't get the stinging image out of my stinging head. The pain of the pavement hitting my head started to come back as I kept running. I ran until I reached Tezuka's house, where I knocked softly. A large elderly man opened the door drowsily and looked at me. I knew I was still crying, but I need someone. Someone of my family, my comfort, my support. The man seemed to understand and went to get Tezuka.

Tezuka came down and saw my damp face, his face showed a bit of confusion. He took me to the couch and I hugged him, sobbing into his hard chest. He patted my head silently as I gripped the back of his shirt unconsciously. I dug my face deeper and yelled a little. The image kept replaying mercilessly in my tortured head. I felt Tezuka lay me down gently on the couch and pulled blanket up onto my legs. I didn't let go so he just let me cry a little while longer. He may seem mean or heartless but Tezuka is the one I turn to when I need to cry with someone without people trying to cheer me up. I hate it sometimes. Tezuka never does that, he lets me whine and cry until I couldn't anymore, then when I was finished, he asked what happened. He was patient, he waited calmly. He never panicked.

I woke up on his couch, covered my a soft blanket. I got up and looked around. It looked about nine in the morning. I heard Tezuka walk downstairs when the doorbell rang, opening it calmly. I silently stood up, walking towards Tezuka. "Tezuka-aniki?" I peeked from behind Tezuka and saw the face of the EXACT person who brought me here.

!Ryoma's P.O.V.!

What is Kyra doing here. When I got a good look at her, her eyes were swollen, her face was red and wet, and she wrapped in one of Tezuka's warm blankets. She looked miserable, and when she looked at me, I could feel her eyes pierce through me unknowingly. She attempted to smile, but it shook a little and she covered her face with her soft red hair. The hair I used to run my fingers through and smell after she had a shower. He could still remember her juicy green apple shampoo. She also happened to be the reason I came here.

Tezuka looked over at her and noticed tears rimming her cooled eyes. He patted her back and led her to the couch, where she laid back down, and pet her head with a slight smile. He went back over and looked at me then sighed, stepping outside and shutting the door.

"When did she get here?" I couldn't help but ask.

"About midnight last night, when she cried in my shirt until about four in the morning" he muttered, obviously forcing his loss of sleep on me.

!Kyra's P.O.V.!

I'm just being a bother to Tezuka-aniki. I shouldn't be here. I got up, dropping the soothing blanket on the couch and folding it with a smile. I placed a note on it that said Thank you and opened a window. I escaped out the back and went home, where I opened my laptop calmly. Eiji and Momo sent me a few messages, all of which asked how me and Ryoma were going. I sighed and laid down, putting my face in my pillow. Horrible.

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I woke up and sighed. It was Friday night by now. By now, the karaoke that me and Ryoma were supposed to go to had started. I got dressed and froze at a sudden thought. I still want to go!

I silently cursed myself before walking into the small cafe where a girl was singing at weird pitches. Wow, she sucks. I saw Ryoma and Candy in the corner seat, where we used to sit, and scowled a little. I signed up, hoping no one noticed me yet.

I heard my name being called and I tugged on my skirt and pulled up my striped stockings. Then fixed my black vest that was over a black white shirt. And finally I put my white head band on that had a black rose tilted on the side of it.

I stepped up and saw Ryoma's shocked face.

"Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?
Where's the great white Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what i need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night
he's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
and gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero till the morning light
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasies
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet

I the mountains neath the heavens above
Out where the lightning strikes the sea
I can swear that there's someone somewhere watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
and the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood

I smiled and bowed as the people clapped and went wild. I think I did good, I guess. I stepped off the stag and sat down and got hot chocolate, absorbing the compliments people gave me generously. One man even offered to pay for my next hot chocolate. About five guys slipped me their numbers and others flashed pretty smiles. The girls swarmed to sit with me and talked happily. The attention drew my mind away from the ivy haired heart breaker across the room.

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I got home smiling, meeting new friends all over the place. They were all so kind and the men were so generous. My smile didn't fade when I slept calmly.

I was awoken by loud yelling. I looked out the window and saw the yelling coming from the park. I climbed out the window and ran to the park. There was Ryoma and Candy, fighting.

"LOOK! IT'S DONE! THE FEELING DIED!" Ryoma yelled, being out of the ordinary because I've never EVER seen him like this.

"AND YOU REALLY THINK THAT THING IS GOING TO TAKE YOU BACK!" She shouted in his face. He froze and she continued, "Or did you forget that you left her for me! She probably HATES you! She thinks you TRASH! An IDIOT! Where are you going to go for comfort? Your Captain? Please!"

I couldn't stand this any longer. She doesn't know me. I ran in and slapped her as hard as I could. I really couldn't help it. I hate how she talked about me!

"Kyra!" Ryoma shouted in surprise.

"Don't you EVER talk to Ryoma like that!" I froze at my words. That's not right! I don't care about him! I don! I... I.... oh shut up....

She got up and glared at me, but I pulled out a switchblade and she ran as fast as she could. I put away and sighed, turning to look at Ryoma. Before I could tell him that I didn't care about him, he pulled me into a warm embrace. I could feel my cheeks heat up and eyes began to pour again.

"I hate you, you know" I let out between sobs, "How do you always get me to come back?" I hugged him softly. He's not off the hook, but I almost forgive the big jerk. Okay, little jerk. Only because I love him, not because I'm not mad anymore. Because I am. I'm still SUPER mad! I'll keep that to myself for a little while, though.