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Date: 07.02.16 (M/D/Y)

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Living with Seigaku was weird. It wasn't like Ryoma expected at all. He thought they would be a more serious group (even though he wasn't as sure with Kikumaru-senpai). But he was soon proven otherwise.

They were the complete opposite.

It was always loud whenever two of them were in the same room - even if it were the two quietest of the group. Either they argued with each other, partied a lot or screamed in horror, if someone dared to annoy or insult Fuji.

Fuji, or Fuji-senpai like Ryoma preferred to call him now, was one of the scariest person to live with and no one, he repeated no one could convince Ryoma otherwise. He clearly remembered the incident with the wasabi sushi.

Or Inui's juice named after himself. He never again wanted to drink that terrific shit. Well, not that Fuji would allow anyone to let him drink that again. For some reason the mind controller didn't like it, if anyone harmed Ryoma. Well, with the exception of Fuji himself, if Fuji's many antics to mess with him counted.

"Are you coming, Ryo-chan? They might eat the whole meal without us.

He looked up, seeing the boy his thoughts centered around. Nodding a bit, Ryoma followed him into the living room. It was as loud as ever and everyone fought with each other like always. It was exactly an environment Ryoma normally hated.

But somehow Ryoma didn't mind at all.

It was a day like every other. Or it should have been a day like every day.

"Have some respect, brat!"

"Shut up, Monkey King."

But currently he was fighting with a monkey.

"You... Tezuka!"

Tezuka sighed and looked at Ryoma. Atobe smirked in victory.

But not for long.

"Atobe, please stop bothering Echizen."

Atobe's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, as he turned to gaze at Ryoma, who mimicked the smirk he wore just seconds ago.

"Y-you..."

The fifteen year old kid mumbled a thanks to Tezuka and walked away, leaving a fuming Atobe and a tired Tezuka behind.

He wanted to go a bit sightseeing in the city he was in (actually he just searched for escape routes and good hideouts) and Tezuka decided as his future captain he should give him a tour. They were walking around and Seigaku's captain showed him the local park, as someone shouted said captain's name, with no regard for being in the midst of a park where many people were.

Just after Tezuka introduced them Ryoma knew he disliked Atobe. His behavior was terrible and annoying. Heck, it reminded him of Horio - one of Seigaku's newer members, who liked to brag about himself, even though he couldn't do much. His ability was something with fire.

Anyway, after seeing Atobe behave like he did, the first thing Ryoma did was call him Monkey King. And with that a tiring fight began. Ryoma was thankful for Tezuka's act of telling Atobe to shot up.

With that he walked out of the park, searching for a vending machine.

Talking walks around your surroundings means getting into fights every five minutes.

That's a thing Ryoma learned as he was almost hit by green fire.

Yeah, green fire.

Suddenly Ryoma remembered one of his former captors, which was killed by Fuji, and Horio. How many people did have a fire ability? Then again, the fire was green, so maybe it didn't count.

"Hey, brat! Move out of my way!"

His golden eyes met green ones and he couldn't help but scoff. Green eyes and green fire. How matching. Deciding to rile up the stranger, Ryoma didn't respond to his words and didn't move at all.

"Hey! I said move you little shit!"

Sighing, he looked up, facing the stranger.

"Since when did you own these streets?"

"Since I joined Rikkai, you little sh-"

"Akaya!"

A loud strong voice interrupted the boy and Ryoma gazed into the direction from where the voice came. A person wearing a black cap and possessing brown, angry looking eyes walked to them.

He looked mad and for some reason Ryoma pitied the green eyed boy suddenly.

"Uh... Hey, Sana-"

"Did you just tell him about us?!"

"I-I didn't I s-swear!"

"It didn't look like that..."

Ryoma took the chance to vanish, as he got the feeling that something bad would happen if he stayed any longer. Whilst walking back to Seigaku's headquarters Ryoma couldn't forget the stranger's words.

Rikkai.

Where did he hear that before? It sounded familiar.

As he arrived at the headquarters Ryoma headed instantly to Fuji, every intention of asking him what exactly "Rikkai" was. It wouldn't leave his thoughts and that was pretty annoying.

"Rikkai."

Fuji stopped reading the book in his hands and looked up, his eyes, for once, open.

"What did you just say?"

He repeated the name, noticing how something shined in his senpai's eyes. After minutes of unbearable silence, Ryoma spoke up.

"Who are they? Rikkai...sounds familiar..."

Suddenly he laid the book on the table nearby and stood up, walking to Ryoma. He laid his hands on the younger boy's shoulders.

"Ryoma, where did you hear that?"

Ryoma had a little problem remembering them, but suddenly everything seemed to come back.

"A boy told me he is part of Rikkai... He had black hair and green eyes and then... someone other chided him. Brown eyes, brown hair and a black cap."

He could see recognition in the blue eyes of his senpai. Said senpai took his arm and walked with him to the living room, proceeding to tell him about Rikkai.

"Rikkaidai is the full name. Rikkai was once leading the East District. They beat the government and took over the complete East District. Everyone feared them, but one day they just vanished."

"Vanished?"

"Yes, since then the East District was again available and everyone tried to get it. They failed."

"This isn't the complete story, is it?"

"Yes, Rikkai was Seigaku's and Hyoutei's enemy. They had a good relationship with Shitenhouji, but that was every-"

"There you are!"

Kikumaru came running to them.

"Eiji, what is it?"

"Something terrible happened!"

With that he ran off, clearly intending to show them what happened.

Before them was the building where the small authority worked. It was completely destroyed. Half of the building laid on the ground, broken. Glass shreds were everywhere, some tainted in the red. And on the still standing part of the building where words written.

We're back and we're ready to destroy you.

It was written in red, but Ryoma could see that it wasn't just a normal color.

It was written in blood.

"How sick..." people muttered.

But Ryoma's mind was occupied with something other.

Dangerous

Horrific

Strong

Terrible

Life-threatening

Death

Seigaku was warm and kind. And even though he hated that normally, he couldn't help but like them. Seigaku felt like a family.

But that's why Ryoma didn't chose Seigaku.