AN UPDATE! * is proud* I know my updates have been sporadic, but I have to do this in my rhythm or it'll become crappy. I've had some low's in my imagination and I work long hours with long transportation times so I'm usually bombed out when I'm home. I'll try to update as often as possible tho ^^;

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 15 Do you wanna play?

Despite his stubborn disposition, he awoke with a gentle nudging from Morgan. He had tried batting the guy away, had tried mumbling curses at him but it didn't work and as such he ended up being fully awake and aware.
He grumbled in annoyance and gazed around the room. Everything seemed like they should and yet he was positive that he had fallen asleep outside with Tezuka... He blushed slightly. He had been talking with Tezuka and the older guy had made him feel better.
He looked at Morgan who just seemed as professional as always, except the subtle worry in his eyes. Ryoma both hated that and loved it.
"where is Naoya?"
Morgan blinked a little surprised.
"He's checking the area; we do that kind of thing too. Usually before you wake up, but you had to be up extra early today, remember?"
Ryoma gazed at the clock. It was almost 8:00.
"Unfair, the others get's to sleep for another hour!"
Ryoma groaned and flopped back on the bed.
"Come on, it's not so bad, besides you have to, no squirming your way out of it, your brother's orders."
Ryoma looked at Morgan in defiance.
"Make me!"
Morgan took the challenge and grabbed the now struggling and laughing boy who tried to keep it down as he was carried over Morgan's shoulder, holding on to the duvet and anything he went by.
Morgan was amused himself as a few had to peek out to see what the ruckus was about. (Am I the only one who loves Uncle Ruckus from Boondocks?)
"Enjoy it while you can! One day I'll be too big for you to carry around like this…"
They had left the house and where on their way to the waiting car. Ryoma had stopped squealing because of Morgans tickling and peace had once again fallen over the area.
"I'm looking forward to it. Maybe you'll grow out of your stubborn-phase?"
Ryoma sulked.
"Yes and then I'll –suddenly- become a morning person"
Morgan chuckled.
"okay, okay, but one can hope, right?"

9:00 at the therapist

Ryoma sighed. This always happened, the therapist did everything within his power, but alas, Ryoma weren't the sharing kind of person.
"What about we play a game then?"
Ryoma tilted his head, this one was new.
"What kind of game?"
The therapist wiggled a finger at Ryoma.
"oh no no, you have to either agree now or disagree now. That's part of the game."
Ryoma scowled
"but I have no idea what you want!"
"That's the point, Echizen-sama. You'll have to take the leap, and if you agree you HAVE to do your very best"
He looked at the brooding kid. For a child, he thought, he had mature eyes. He had seen pictures of this kid more than once, but there had been a childish tone to the serious glint. But now the childish tone had vanished and a cold and somewhat empty and tiredness they glowed with now made him look older than the mere 13 years he had lived.
"Hm. Fine.. I'll do it, but it better not be something way to extreme.."
The therapist smiled and snapped back to reality from his deep thoughts.
"Great! From now on, and until we meet again, you'll have to play the game: find the child!"
Ryoma lifted his brows in confusion, then pointed out the window without looking.
"There, now what?"
His therapist smiled and chuckled.
"I meant within yourself. Do stuff children your age and younger would do! Play football.."
"I'd rather play Tennis"
"No tennis, but Go to the movies with friends…"
"Do I have to?"
"Play hide and seek…"
"What do you take me for?"
"Chat and have sleepovers…"
"… wha?"
"Most importantly have fun, consciously seek out fun all the time.. PLAY! Only other rule is, you'll have to have others play along with you so ask others to play with you."
Ryoma looked stubborn as his arms were crossed again; he leant back against the divan with a loud and unsatisfied 'che!' The sly therapist just smiled, he knew Ryoma, once agreeing to something, wouldn't break the promise.

12:00. Back at traningcamp

They starred in awe as Ryoma looked extremely annoyed while attempting to get himself to do something, what he tried, they had no idea but he was holding a hula hoop and glaring at it as if it had offended him gravely. At last he cursed loudly, dropped the hula-hoop he was holding, and stomped away mumbling about how embarrassing this 'shit' was. They seldom heard these curses from him. But he was blushing madly too and it caught their attention.

As they all still stood in the middle of their free day and just glared in the direction he went, he came back. He was holding a football this time. He blushed again and cleared his throat more than once obviously trying to say something.
"Ryo-chan.. are you okay?"
This was Yukimura, he went over to the little, suddenly VERY shy guy.
"i-I am.. I just.. I wanted.."
He started stuttering nervously, fiddling with the ball. Yukimura smiled with a glint of 'awwwwwww' in his eyes.
"You want to play football? Why ofcourse!"
He turned towards the others, letting Ryoma get his facial color under control again.
"COME GUY'S let's play football!"
Ryoma had dropped the ball in surprise as the others cheered.
"This'll be fun! Playing a different game than usual!"
they gathered around and divided up into teams, made goals with traffic cones and started. Ryoma had NEVER played this kind of thing before, he had seen it, but it was harder than it looked. He mostly tripped over the ball until he finally got the point to it and saw the pattern. He'd never tell but he was a little like Inui. He'd record what people did, not in a book, but in his mind to find a strategy and link it together to find a way to win with what he had.

The afternoon ended earlier than expected. Ryoma looked up in surprise as they were called to dinner and stopped to catch his breath. Football were more entertaining than he'd thought it would be. He didn't even care if he won or lost this time! He looked up as the others chatted away cheerfully and waited a little. He was reluctant to follow them. Reluctant to let himself go and join their conversation. What should they talk about? All he knew was tennis. He needed another hobby like the others. Now that he realized football was fun, there had to be other stuff out there to entertain him when there weren't tennis training?
"Coming?"
He shook his head slightly and looked up to meet a pair of azure eyes and a friendly smile. Fuji.
"oh.. Hai, Fuji-senpai... eh! Fuji-san..."
He blushed, looking at the ground with a little pout then started walking with an amused Fuji following him. "Ne~ Ryoma, you're still struggling with that? That's so adorable!"
"Shut up~!"
Ryoma flailed his arms around in embarrassment, which made the others laugh. Before he knew it they had gathered around him and they found their seats at the dinner table and the conversation continued. Ryoma still had a minor dispute with Fuji who kept teasing him on one side and never noticed the others' slightly annoyed glances they shot at Fuji and Tezuka who had taken the seat on the other side of him, more correctly, Ryoma had placed his behind beside Tezuka, he felt safe with him. Tezuka had a very little smile on his face as he watched Fuji tease Ryoma. Atobe were busy talking about himself, hoping to get Ryoma's attention but everyone got silent at the sound of Ryoma laughing. Fuji had taken it a step further and tickled him.
"Don't you dare stop calling me senpai! I like it when you call me that"
"waahahahha stop, stop, stop, stop!"
"Not before you agree!"
"Fine I agree! I agree!"
Fuji smiled in triumph while, Tezuka actually chuckled in amusement, Ryoma tried catching his breath. He shot a glare at Fuji and straightened his clothes, going back to eating while laughter slowly faded around the table again.
In the silence Ryoma tried regaining some kind of courage to ask them to go sightseeing the morning after. But somehow he couldn't get a sound over his lips. Asking them to play football had also failed slightly, he hadn't asked, Yukimura had guessed what he wanted.
He bit his lower lip as conversation erupted around the table once more. He looked at their faces and his cheeks gained a little red-ish tint.
"uhm.."
His voice weren't heard, it was nothing but a mere whisper, yet Some of the gathered people realized his attempt and turned all attention on him.
"hmm?"
The others caught on to Kikumaru, who had turned all attention on Ryoma, the others also got silent and watched the boy. It made it all worse. His cheeks turned a deep red and he hid his face showing the embarrassment and utter shyness that suddenly rushed over him.
".. Nothing."
"Come on, what?"
Yukimura smiled encouragingly, and had a hard time not finding Ryoma adorable. The kid nearly shrunk in the seat, trying to vanish from their sights, trying to say something but failing. But he really wanted to know what kind of request could get him this flustered.
"C-Could we ma-maybe go…"
His face was now such a bright red that it would possibly glow In the dark while he had sunk quite a bit in the chair, more or less whispering with his face hidden.
"Go..? Go where?"
He drew cirkles on the chair, trying to find his voice again. The others all looked at him, he couldn't take it they had to look the other way. It was embarrassing and he was embarrassing.
"Go-Go to the city…? Sightseeing…"
They all had to really exhaust their ears just to catch the whisper now. They looked at eachother and then nodded in unison.
"ofcourse we will!"
".. You can't.."
Silence fell and Ryoma looked at Morgan who had spoken the words of doom.
"Why?"
"It's the other side of the country and I for one don't know area. It's simply not safe enough!"
".. Bu…"
"NO BUT'S.. it's not safe enough! You're too recognizable! For gods sake, you're the most known kid in the world right now, everyone would recognize you!"
Ryoma looked at the table now, for some reason tears were whelling up in his eyes. It had taken a tremendous amount of courage to ask and to be brushed off like that… he kept his face down and fought his tears, refusing to let them form.
Naoya felt sorry for him and gave Morgan an elbow in the side.
"What if.. what if he's unrecognizable?"
Morgan blinked and the others felt a flicker of hope as they all looked at Naoya. Even Ryoma looked up, even pleadingly.
"I'll do anything! Even be wrapped in bubblewrap! I just want to… I…"
Morgans eyes fell on Ryoma, his heartstrings was pulled and almost snapped when he saw the slight desperation in Ryomas eyes.
"I just want to have a normal life, even a glint of it would suffice.."
Morgan sighed deeply.
"Fine.."
The others cheered.
"BUT, Naoya have to tell me what his idea is, and I will need to have a long walk through the city. Then we keep to where ever I say. Understood?"
Ryoma nodded eagerly as Morgan seemed satisfied and looked at Naoya.
"Now, I bet it's some kind of disguise, right?"
Naoya smiled widely
"A-huh! And I know exactly what we need for that! A wig, same colour, long. A girly outfit and a pair of sunglasses."
"WHA!?"
Ryoma nearly fell of the chair.
"I'm not dressing as a GIRL! NEVAR!"
"then you won't be leaving this house.."
Ryoma fell silent, beaten, knowing Morgan meant what he said…
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Dun dun dun duuuuuun! I'm no longer sure if it's a long or a short chapter.. Buuut O.o I'm doing my best these days. I'm not about to abandon my stories, not at all, I'm just trying to make the story flow instead of forcing it so I hope you can forgive the sporadic updates ^^;