::I DO NOT OWN THE PRINCE OF TENNIS, IT'S CHARACTERS OR STORY::

"This, is your room." Ryoma pointed to the door opposite his room.

"Ah." Ryoga said before letting himself in the bedroom.

"Bye." Ryoma said gruffly as he went back downstairs.

"Oi, Ryoma! Did Ryoga tell you why he quit?" Nanjiroh asked hastily, as he followed his son to the front door.

"Yadda, I'm afraid you'll have to ask him yourself." Ryoma replied, slipping on his runners and picking up his sports bag.

"Oi, oi where are you going?" Nanjiroh asked, frowning.

"Just out to practice." Ryoma opened the door, bag in hand and cap securely lodged on his head. "Ja."

"Ja." Nanjiroh mimicked quietly before closing the door behind his son.

"Mada mada dane, Momo-sempai." Ryoma said proudly in the moonlight, he had probably missed dinner, but tennis was more…let's say; enjoyable.

"Just don't get too cocky Echizen, remember, I'm going to win next time." Momo shrugged as he left the court. "Bye."

Ryoma nodded. "Bye."

As Ryoma packed up his tennis gear, a deep raspy voice immersed from behind him.

"Nice game, boy. You look rather cute on court, perhaps you're cute off too?"

Ryoma froze, he slowly turned around but was immediately met by a rather ugly face. "What the hell are you-?"

Before Ryoma could finish his sentence, the man pushed his sports bag from his grasp and dragged him into the toilets nearby, holding his hand tightly over Ryoma's mouth incase anyone heard him. When the man had safely locked the door behind him, he pinned Ryoma to the wall and began to take off his shorts.

"S-stop! P-please!" Ryoma yelled but was soon gagged by his own shorts being stuffed in his mouth.

"Be quiet." The man ordered.

Ryoma restrained from yelling, but instead squirmed, attempting to rid himself of this bastard. Unfortunately his resistance was futile.

"Stop moving and it will hurt less!" The man stated, furiously trying to take his own undergarments off.

Ryoma's eyes filled with tears when the realization that nobody would help him shattered across his mind, but as soon as the man's member rubbed against him Ryoma felt anger rise within him. He spat out the fabric that for a while now, lined his mouth and screamed in a desperate last attempt to be free.

The man frowned immensely, smacking Ryoma in the head.

Tears poured down Ryoma's face, this time he knew for sure he wouldn't get away, and this time, the man would get his way with him.

Suddenly, a loud crash from the door stopped the man from going ahead with his plan. "What the?"

A younger man Ryoma couldn't make out, barged in and freed him of the man. Ryoma fell to the ground crying as he watched his savior beat up the criminal who nearly took away his childhood. After the young man was done he bent down to help Ryoma up.

"Thank you, for helping me." Ryoma said as he rubbed his eyes. He blushed extremely when he remembered that he wasn't wearing his shorts anymore.

"Here." The young man gave him something of black fabric.

Ryoma acknowledged him quickly before he rushed to put his shorts back on. He glanced back up to the young man and gasped.

"Are you okay?" He asked worryingly.

Ryoma's eyes widened. "R-Ryoga," he exclaimed, "How did you know I was here?"

"That doesn't matter. Now, how are you feeling?" Ryoga scanned his brothers up and down to see if there were any external injuries.

Ryoma nodded slightly. "The man, he, um, he didn't get very far."

Ryoga looked back over to the man who was lying on the floor, "That bastard will pay for what he did, ototo."

Ryoma hid further beneath his cap. "Thank you, for saving me."

Ryoga looked back at Ryoma, smiling comfortingly. "That's what an Aniki does, right?"

Ryoma stared at his brother as more tears trickled down his cheeks. Ryoga, seeing his brother's obvious distress pulled him into a hug. "No-one, will ever harm you again."

Ryoma leant deeper into his brother's chest as he began to cry more openly.

"Not as long as I'm here." Ryoga said as he tightened his arms around the younger teenager.

"Don't leave." Ryoma pleaded, "Please don't!" He cried, clutching onto his brother's shirt desperately. "Please, don't ever leave me."

Ryoga looked at Ryoma lovingly. "I won't." Ryoga stroked his brother's black-green hair. "I promise…"

Okay, this chapter is done.

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