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Ryoma sat on his bed staring at his bandaged hand.

His first day was interesting but that older boy, Ryoga, kept popping up in his head. He didn't even know the boy! After they had bandaged his hand, Fuji-sempai took him back to Tezuka who told them that Ryoga went home early!

Ryoma knew it was a lie but he didn't feel like calling them out that day. He figured it was fine, he would get his answers later.

As he lay there contemplating what had happened that day, his dad walked in.

"Hey, how was your…what the hell happened to your hand!?"

Ryoma sighed.

"It's fine, I fell and got scraped up."

His dad looked at him seriously.

"Be more careful…you never know what could happen."

Ryoma wanted to retort but held his tongue, he rarely saw his father get like that.

"Yeah, I'll be fine dad."

Nanjiro nodded and smiled at his son. Standing, he started to leave the room before remembering why he was there.

"So, did you make any friends?"

Ryoma contemplated the question for a moment before shaking his head. Until he knew more about those boys, he would not call them friends…

"Well, try to make some soon! And get a girl friend!"

Sighing, Ryoma rolled over and snuggled into his pillows. 'I will figure out why I feel so strange about this school…' Ryoma thought before drifting off to sleep.

Dream…

Ryoma sat on a grassy hill, petting his cat. He knew he was dreaming, which was weird, but it all felt so real!

He figured he would probably sit there until he woke up but it seemed LaLa Land had other thought.

The scenery around him slowly changed till he was floating around an old castle.

'Where am I?" Ryoma wondered to himself. The castle seemed to be in good condition and had beautiful gardens. He truly felt that he knew the place but he couldn't seem to remember.

The scene changed again and he guessed that he must be in the castle…or not…this wasn't a castle at all…or at least not like the ones from the 1600's and such…seeing as it was in Japanese style.

He looked around and spotted a calendar. The date told him that it was a little less than one hundred years ago!

Ryoma was starting to get a little weirded out…like why the hell was there a castle, in Japanese décor, a hundred years ago…and why was he dreaming about it!

Just as he was about to try and leave the room, the door slid open. He looked up to see the face of the person who entered but all he got a flash of was amber eyes before everything went black.

"Not Yet!" a female voice hissed.

End Dream…

Ryoma bolted upright with a strangled gasp. He pulled his knees to his chest and tried to calm his breathing.

"What…the hell…was that?" he gasped out loud. He was sweating bullets and was shaking like a leaf!

Standing slowly and on shaky legs, Ryoma walked to the bathroom.

Splashing his face with cold water a few times, he grabbed a towel to dry off. As he reached for said towel, he glanced in the mirror.

He jumped back and dropped the towel in favor of covering his eyes. When he had looked in the mirror, amber eyes watched him. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and stared at the mirror…it was back to normal.

"Impossible…" he grabbed the towel from the floor and wiped his face before heading down to the kitchen.

Getting a glass of water, he was about to head back to his room when he heard his parents talking in the living room.

"Nanjiro…are you sure he will be okay?"

Ryoma listened carefully. He figured it was his right since they were talking about him.

"He will be fine! He is my boy after all!" He heard his mother sigh.

"But what if we never find the other half…" It was his father who sighed next.

"That's why I sent him to Seigaku! They will help him even if He isn't there! We will find him and save our son."

Ryoma backed away from the door and rushed back to his room.

"What the hell was that!?" he whispered into the dark. As he tried to think though, his mind felt foggy.

Glancing at his clock, he was surprised when he saw that it was 3 in the morning. Deciding that sleep was best and that he could think in the morning, he started to drift off.

Just as he was falling asleep though, he felt a chill run up his spin. Jumping up and turning on the light, he looked around only to find that his window had blown open.

He walked over to close it before slipping back under the covers and to sleep…never noticing the amber eyes that watched him from the shadows outside his window.

Downstairs his father stared at the door to the room.

Nanjiro had known that his son had stood there and had made sure that Ryoma would hear what they said.

"Was that the right thing to do?"

Nanjiro turned to his wife and nodded solemnly.

"It is best if we start to tell him now seeing as Ryuzaki already told me that he was there. I am sure Ryoga has his memories but I am not sure if he will acknowledge that Ryoma is the one…that we must leave to them."

His wife sighed.

"But if he decides not to act, Ryoma could die!"

Nanjiro nodded.

"We kept him alive this long, we can keep him alive for a bit longer. His blood is wearing thin though…well, we will have to wait and see and hope that they can save each other."

His wife nodded and stood.

"We should get some sleep." They two headed to bed, both praying that their son would be okay.

Next morning

Ryoma woke up with a strangely satisfied feeling. He couldn't remember what he had dreamed about but he did remember what had happened before he went back to sleep.

Checking his clock, he noted that he had woken up with a bit of time to spare…for once.

Getting up, he headed down stairs to grab some breakfast before getting dressed and leaving for school. He was careful to keep his face blank so that his parents wouldn't know that he had heard them the night before.

He walked slowly to the school, admiring the cherry blossoms as he went until he reached the school gate.

As he headed for the door, he felt as though someone was watching him.

Spinning on his heel, a glare fixed on his face, he locked eyes with the one who was watching him.

The glare melted off his face though as gold locked with amber.

Pressing a hand to his head, the other to a conveniently placed tree, he groaned as he felt as though he would puke…or his head would explode, he wasn't sure which.

"Ya okay?" a hand landed on Ryoma's shoulder.

He jumped away and spun to look at Momo.

"Ah, yeah…just a headache…"

Momo grinned and nodded before dragging Ryoma towards the school. Ryoma looked over his shoulder to see if the man with the amber eyes was still there. It was then that Ryoma realized who that was…Ryoga.

He shook his head and followed Momo into his first class.

He had a good, Ryoga-less morning until lunch.

At lunch, Momo drug him to sit with the seniors.

Tezuka was very polite about it all while the others didn't seem to notice the change…well, maybe Eiji did since he glomped Ryoma but that was it.

Ryoma glanced around the table and sighed when he didn't see Ryoga. He wasn't sure if he was happy or disappointed but at least he didn't have to face the older boy yet…

"Hey, chibisuke!"

Ryoma inhaled sharply and looked to his side where Ryoga unceremoniously plopped down.

"Don't call me that!" Ryoma shot back and returned to his food.

Ryoga chuckled and nabbed Ryoma's orange from his tray.

"Hey!" Ryoma yelled but Ryoga slipped Ryoma's cap over his eyes.

Ryoma pulled it back up and glared. Ryoga just laughed and ate thee orange before smirking and Ryoma.

"So, your English class is with me and I will be the one to walk you there today."

Ryoma nodded. He had English almost every day except yesterday. That day, he had study hall. This meant though, that he didn't know where the English class was and would therefore have to rely on Ryoga.

As soon as he finished eating, Ryoga grabbed his arm.

"Come on, we can take our time to get there if we leave now."

Ryoma wasn't given a choice as he was dragged down the hall by the older boy.

When they entered the class, Ryoma waited by the chalk board for the teacher while, unknown to Ryoma, Ryoga moved the seats around and pushed one desk next to his.

The class filled and the teacher entered with a smile.

"Ah, you must be Ryoma Echizen! I am your teacher, would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"

Ryoma sighed and looked up from under his baseball cap.

"I am Ryoma Echizen, nice to meet you."

The teacher nodded and smiled at the class. "Is there any empty seats?" he asked, though he could clearly see the seat by Ryoga.

"He can sit here!" Ryoga said and smirked at Ryoma slightly. Ryoma ducked his head down so that no one could see his face since he could feel his cheeks heating ever so slightly.

He walked towards the seat and sat down heavily, crossing his arms over his chest.

The teacher started class and Ryoma thought about what his parents had said and his strange dream.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that class had ended.

"Ryoma…Ryoma!" Ryoga snapped his fingers in front of Ryoma's face, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Come on, we have history next."

Ryoma nodded and followed Ryoga to their next class which was history. Ryoga had Ryoma sit next to him once again, this seemed to be a pattern, and they waited for the teacher.

"Okay class, we are watching a movie about castle from one hundred years ago, it has since collapsed but a film was made before then."

Ryoma perked up when he heard this. He didn't think it would be the same castle but it was the same period.

He was surprised when he saw it was the same castle! Well, that wasn't the only shock.

When the teacher turned the light off, he thought his heart would stop. The instant everything went dark, his body became hyper aware of Ryoga.

Ryoma felt as though he was being pulled by an unseen force towards Ryoga. Wondering if Ryoga felt the same, he turned slightly to him only to see amber eyes watching him.

He didn't notice that the amber eyes were glowing slightly but that didn't matter. What did matter was that the instant they made eye contact, Ryoga reached out to touch him.

Ryoga took Ryoma's hand in his own. It was that simple touch that led to quite a bit more.

Ryoma didn't think a full minute passed before Ryoga pulled him closer…and closer….and closer! Before either of them realized it, Ryoma was practically sitting on Ryoga's lap.

In an attempt to ignore the older boy, Ryoma turned his attention back to the movie. The movie was saying how there were legends about how maybe the rich family didn't die, maybe they were kidnapped or maybe they were demons.

Ryoma's attention was again stolen by Ryoga when he started to kiss Ryoma's neck softly.

"Ryoma…my Ryoma."

Ryoma hissed slightly as he felt something sharp graze his neck…

Yes, a cliffhanger!!!

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