I'm back from the grave!

"No…I didn't do anything…yet."

"How could you!? Don't you trust me!?"

A snort rang through the air of the empty house.

"Na, don't worry. Be happy," Ryoma began whistling to the tune, trying to placate a panicking Tezuka.

But everyone knows that Tezuka never panics. Sometimes, there was a legit cause to be concerned for Ryoma's psyche.

"Just remember to tell everyone. If you think you're going to forget, remind Oishi to do it at the end of afternoon practice."

A female voice was heard in the background, 'Kunimitsu-kun, come on, it's time for our date!'

Ryoma stopped smirking at Tezuka's tone and scowled deeply. Who the fuck was this bitch that dared to call her Kunimitsu by his given name? She stood silent and listened carefully.

'Oh, you're on the phone.'

Ryoma rolled her eyes; what a ditz.

'Who are you on the phone with?'

"My…friend," Tezuka spoke hesitantly. Ryoma felt like someone splashed icy water on her. A 'friend', who was she- Biz Markie?

'Oh, are they a special friend?'

'Kunimitsu, if you want to live, you better say yes,' Ryoma thought as she glared a crater into the floor.

"No, just a friend," He said a little too quickly.

Ryoma felt like she was on fire. Rage began to build up in her chest and it spread like a raging fire. She gnashed her teeth together and snarled into the phone.

"Well FUCK YOU TOO YOU ASSHOLE!" She slammed the phone down and stormed into her room.

The first thing she saw was the picture of her and Tezuka that, in an extremely out of character moment, framed and put on the nightstand…CRASH! It hit the floor and glass splattered everywhere. She destroyed everything that reminded her of that bastard…anger fueled every movement, every muscle contraction…every breath.

She turned around and saw her tennis racquet.

The one she played Tezuka with.

C-C-CRAAAAACCCKKKK!!!

The racquet lay in halves on the floor. Splinters of red showered the carpet. Ryoma looked at her hands and saw that they were bloody.

He did this.

It was his entire fault.

She saw her other red racquets. They just reminded her of tennis. But with tennis, she remembered Tezuka. They had to go.

She took each one and broke it over her knees. The strings cut into her palm and fingers and she never even realized she was crying.

'I'm too fuckin' young for this!' She thought as she looked at the destruction.

--

Ryoma gasped as she shot out of bed.

'It was just a dream,' She closed her eyes and tried to calm down her breathing. 'Don't tell me that I feel insecure.' She opened her eyes and held Karupin close. The cat mewled and snuggled up closer to his master.

'I-I,' Ryoma stopped and looked around in the darkness. She turned her lamp on and gasped at what she saw.

Pictures and glass were mixed with broken racquets on the floor and bloody prints were all over the room. Ryoma looked at Karupin and his perfect fur smeared with blood…her blood.

'It wasn't a dream after all…' She felt something wet on her face and wiped it off quickly.

Her cell phone was beeping madly and she looked at it. She had a text message.

Ryoma, are you okay? Ryuu called to tell me that you were screaming in your sleep. I tried calling but you wouldn't answer. I left a voicemail. Call me when you get either one.

She dialed voicemail and listened as his voice filtered over the line. It soothed her and she felt her lids drooping.

'No…I'm just paranoid because he's not here,' she thought as she finally went to sleep.

'…But did I destroy my room?'

--

Tezuka sighed in frustration as he looked at the clock.

It was three twenty six in the morning and he had yet to fall asleep. He placed his glasses on and rose out of bed.

"Kunimitsu," A feminine voice whispered to his right. The brunette stiffened into a broom and ground his teeth. Not her, oh please; he could feel a part of him crying.

"Kunimitsu, I'm over here!"

A hand tugged on his shirt but he stood still.

'Not again, god I hate her.' He groaned as he was pulled into a dark corner.

"What is it Atskushi-sa-!" Tezuka was cut short by a pair of lips on his own. His body acted on pure reflex and he found a whimpering Atskushi Himeko on the floor.

"What the hell was that about!?" He whispered; venom laced his words and his eyes flashed dangerously.

"Didn't you like it?" She whispered as she brought her legs up, revealing her white lace underwear.

'What a slut!'

Tezuka growled at her, "Don't ever make advances on me. I already have girlfriend." He stalked off. His face was red with anger as he stalked back to his room at the center.

To hell with sleeping, he was too angry to go to sleep.

He angrily sat down on his bed and practically ripped off his glasses.

Atskushi Himeko was the daughter of one of the doctors at the rehab center who had taken a liking to Tezuka since he first arrived.

--

Himeko glowered at the hallway that led to Tezuka's room.

He had a girlfriend?

She grinned wickedly; she could get rid of that fugly bitch in no time.

--

Ryoma lifted that bag on her shoulder a little higher as she stepped onto the bus and sat down. Her stomach was flittering with butterflies at the thought of seeing Tezuka in rehab.

She smirked; she couldn't wait to tell him of how Hyotei was creamed in the practice matches.

--

Himeko looked at the new girl who came into the center. She didn't remember hearing of a new girl patient.

She had to admit, she was pretty. She had her shoulder length greenish hair in a little bob. She was wearing a cute denim mini-skirt, dainty white flats, and a light pink camisole. She looked at the front desk and signed her name into the guest book and walked down a hall.

Himeko, being sneaky as always, looked at the guestbook.

'Echizen Ryoma, room 214, hm…,' Himeko read before it registered. That was Kunimitsu's room!

--

She inched closer to the door and held her breath as she listened to the new girl.

"Don't look at me like that!" A voice said jokingly. "My mother made me wear it."

"Really, or did you want to impress me?"

"Get your head out of the gutter," She grumbled.

"Gomen, ne," Tezuka sounded sheepish.

"I had a dream a few nights ago," Ryoma began quietly.

"It was the one that Ryuu called me about?"

"Hai, is there a girl her with red hair and grayish eyes?"

"Eh, Atskushi Himeko-san, she matches the description."

Ryoma fell silent.

"You didn't. Did you?"

"I don't like her. Stay away from her."

"She's the daughter of one of the doctors."

"You think I actually care about her state of importance? My influence and power is like the mighty powers of a greater being compared to her measly standing."

"Stop acting arrogant."

Ryoma laughed lightly…then it turned sadistic. "Neh, Kunimitsu, Fuji-senpai taught me some new tricks to ward off any…unwanted competition."

"You know what? Don't tell me. I barely slept the other night and I want to sleep for the rest of my life without having nightmares." Ryoma snorted.

"You do know that she's right outside, right?"

--

Tezuka paused for a second at the abrupt change from Japanese to English. "Yeah, so why would you talk so freely?"

"I like making bad impressions. It's to fool her. She'll think I hate her, then I'll be nice but she'll be suspecting something. After a while, she will fall into a sense of false security and forget what I said earlier. Then BAM! I get her when she least expects it!"

"You are truly evil."

Ryoma crawled over to Tezuka and laid her head on his chest. She traced a finger alongside of his chest as Tezuka relaxed and moved them into a laid back position.

"I missed you, so much."

--

Oh shit Ryoma. You got some competition! Watcha gonna do gurly gurl!?