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(a reader made me aware of a tiny misspelling, thank ya Cielheart ^^)
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

"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 14: Nightmarish reality.

… He stood in the hallway, unsure, insecure and scared. He were alone aswell, completely alone and the silence of the building were almost strangling any sounds the house would normally make. For some reason he was in the house he lived in with his mother and father before they moved to the states.
"Morgan..?"
The echo reflected the sound back and forth from the walls. The house was unfurnished; the paint was cracked on all walls, the tapestry hung like rotten skin that slowly peeled from the bones. No answer came to the call, he shivered.
"Naoya! This ain't funny anymore!"
His voice shook with fear, but he didn't care, he just started walking down the hall and walked through the ground level of the house, trying to find anything. Anything at all that resembled other people. This had been his home. He used to love this place, but now he couldn't control his breathing and his heart raced with the feeling that something would come any second to kill him.
"Nii-chan! Nee-chan!"
He nearly ran up the stairs, panic slowly getting the best of him. The floorboards creaked under him and one of the boards gave in on the stairs, he nearly fell but scurried up anyway.
As he reached his old room a loud thud of something heavy and soft hitting the floor on the other side of the closed door. He stopped in his tracks, hesitating with his heart nearly flying out his mouth. Slowly, very slowly, he opened the door even though his brain screamed at him not to.
He looked into what was his old room, exactly as he remembered it, his bed, his desk, his alarm clock, everything, except from the horrible sight that kept him from seeing anything but the bed and floor. Naoya was sitting on the bed, Morgan was laying on the floor. Dried blood stained the bed in such a massive stain that it was clear to everyone that someone had died there. Nayoa where covered in dried black blood as well, he'd been dead for a while cause flies where crawling over him like they owned him. His before so kind and clear eyes completely empty with a matted tone like a film over them. But he was placed there, with a teddy propped in his arms and dressed like a oversized doll. Morgan had fallen from the bed, his eyes glared emptily at Ryoma his throat had been slit where Naoya had no obvious lacerations.
Ryoma screamed and ran from the sight with tears falling, panic overwhelming him and busted through the doors to his parent's room. A car wreck stood in the middle of it like a car had crashed through the wall. His mother had been dead for quite a while, as she laid battered and broken inside the car, flies and maggots crawling on her. His father was also in the car. His eyes closed looking like he where sleeping. As he slowly made his way through the smashed room sobs ran clearly off his tongue.
"mum…? Dad..? no… Where's Nii-chan, where's Nee-chan.. I don't want to be alone…"

Ryoma sat up straight, tears still falling from his cheeks as sorrow overcame him with such force that he couldn't keep anything back. He waited for a couple of minutes before he left through the window to get some air. He stopped on the porch and settled down there for a little while, while he tried making sense of all the nightmares, hallucinations and what not. He hated it, he hated depending on others, but now he did, more than ever as well. He missed them as well, he missed his mothers gentle hug after such a nightmare, his father's weird attempts to both be a rival, a perv and a dad. He failed all three when he really tried, but they were friends nonetheless.
He noticed the tears that slowly ran down his cheeks, if it hadn't been because it tickled, he'd gone around never noticing them at all. But now he did, and he hated them. He had been shedding too many of them like a child, and every time he felt like a little kid, he heard his fathers voice in his head calling him a kid, or boy. He missed that. He missed their spars, despite Nanjirou's failed attempts at being a true father, when he didn't try, he succeeded. He knew Ryoma and knew how to cool him off or fire him up. Without words they could convey feelings and handle them the Echizen way. They never sat face to face, they never hugged or cried. But they had an understanding anyway. Now that was gone. Nanjirou where in a hospital bed, or, if it was time for the move he'd be on his way here. He had been stabilized and that enabled them to move him back to Japan.
"But, don't worry dad, when you die, you'll join mom in the states again, I promise you that much. I wouldn´t pull you apart in death.."
"You have a weird way of sneaking off, and I know exactly where you'll end up."
Ryoma looked up in surprise and turned his head to see Tezuka.
"Buchou? Eh.. Tezuka-senpai.. Eh.. Never mind.."
Ryoma gave up and hid his head in his hands, he was frustrated, everything had changed so fast.
"Why not just Tezuka, Kunimitsu would work as well now."
He sat down beside Ryoma, he had skillfully snug out of the room undetected and followed Ryoma out here, he had known in his guts that the younger boy would want air.
"It's weird, so many changed so fast, and it seems wrong, you'll always be Buchou, like Fuji-senpai always would be Fuji-senpai. It's easier with the new faces, because they've never been my senpais.. Like the wall isn't really there.. I've never looked up to them like I look up to… you… tsch.."
He blushed deeply, he realized the mistake too late, but he felt better after airing his confusion, and Tezuka had tact enough not to comment on it before hearing him out.
"I'm proud that you've looked up to us, but they've looked up to you as well, even I look up to you. You're stronger than you think.."
Ryoma was about to complain, but Tezuka stopped him.
"Don't come around telling me you're weak for having a reaction to all that has happened to you. Of course you're scared, who wouldn't be? And you lost family, and yet, you manage to keep on going instead of hiding away in a cubboard somewhere. You're brave; you've been kidnapped and tortured and yet, so soon after you rejoin us in an attempt to move on. It's only natural that you'll need help, it's a very big mouthful for someone so young. I'm not sure I'd be able to handle it so neatly as you have. That's why I admire you, not only do you get stronger in Tennis and overcome the biggest obstacles – some with help, I know – you do the same off the court.."
Ryoma kept silent, though tears started streaming down his cheeks.
"then.. then why do I feel so… Weak..?"
Tezuka's face softened as he looked at the distraught Ryoma.
"I'm guessing you feel weak because you just realized, you need help where you've been able to overcome most by yourself with close to no help at all. But needing help isn't weakness. Like we help eachother train, we can help you as well. Together we get stronger all the time. And it's the same personally, individually we grow aswell, you just need some special help after this, but we'll never let you down, you can cou…."
He got cut off by Ryoma, who – caught him off guard and- hugged him tightly around his middle. He shivered from the silent sobs and Tezuka sighed softly, he hadn't completely told Ryoma his deepest emotions, but he guessed this was a start. He laid his hand on Ryoma's head and snug the other around the small boys frame to hug him softly, it weren't long before Ryoma slept soundly and Tezuka scooped him up and carried him to his bed again.
On his way back to his own room he met a somewhat inquisitive Yukimura in the hallway outside the room he shared with Fuji.
Tezuka said nothing but greeted him, Yukimura nodded back.
"heard noise, so went to check"
He said as a little explanation.
"I did too, it was Echizen-kun you must've heard, he's back in his room now, I'll go back to sleep as well."
Tezuka walked on, leaving yukimura. They all worried a little over ryoma in his current state. They all wanted normality, but they all also realized that Ryoma needed more than just that.
"I didn't know you where so good with words.."
Yukimura said with his hand on the doorknob. Tezuka paused in his track.
"That's because I don't talk when unnecessary."
Yukimura nodded
"You're scary, I doubt a lot even know you fully. I'm not sure what to expect from you, but just because I now realize how much you actually like Echizen, doesn't mean I'll give him up."
Tezuka could nothing but smile very lightly at this.
"I wouldn't expect you to, but I expect we all, no matter who he choose in the end – provided he choose any of us – will accept it, he doesn't need further pain in his life."
With these words he entered his room, to find Fuji sitting up in his bed, looking at him with intense blue eyes.
"Is Echizen ok again?"
Tezuka nodded, Fuji sighed in relief.
"Yokatta…"