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Okay, since I won't be returning to write for a while (since my style of writing is bad, I'm going to try and alter it), I've given you a little taste of what the next chapter!

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It was raining.

Ryoma wasn't sure how long he'd been walking for, but to him, it seemed like an eternity. He walked along the pathway, drenched in water and…tears?

"Godamnit…" Ryoma whispered to himself as he wiped away the foreign substance leaking from his eyes.

Why was he crying over someone who had cheated on him? Why?!

A sound elicited from the base of his throat. It was a kind of muffled choke that Ryoma wasn't familiar with. If it where anyone else they would have known immediately it was a sob, but this was Echizen Ryoma, the boy who shed no tear…up until the other night when he said something that he shouldn't have. He came across a pub. Ryoma stopped completely under the awning as he debated whether or not to go in.

"Echizen? Echizen is that you?"

Ryoma turned around to meet a very comforting face. "Momo-senpai…" he said, barely even audible.

The power player ran up to the drowned boy, staring at him with worry, "Hey, are you okay?"

Ryoma nodded. He began to feel an incredibly painful lump form in his throat.

"Then, why are you walking in the rain?"

Ryoma said nothing, apart from casting his eyes down.

Momo nearly had a heart attack when he saw what was streaming from the boy's eyes. "Hey, hey, don't cry. What happened?"

"Nothing," Ryoma said gruffly, wiping the traitorous tears away. "I'm just here to find a place to stay."

Momo frowned, "This area isn't exactly the greatest place to find a hotel, you know."

"It's not as if I have a choice…"

"Hey, I know! Come and stay with me, free of charge."

Through his exhaustion Ryoma's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"Sure, sure," Momo said thoughtfully. "Besides, kaasan decided that she didn't want her son to take care of her as she thought that she was a burden, so she's staying with my aunt for a while."

"Thank you…" Ryoma said drowsily as his eyes began to flutter closed.

"Uh, hey Echizen stay awake!" Momo cried desperately to try and keep his best friend standing, but his attempts were futile, for, the boy had no intention of waking up as he fell into Momoshiro's waiting arms. He sighed, Ryoma probably had just a few too many drinks at the bar, at least, that's what he thought.

T h e P r i n c e O f T e n n i s

Momo staggered into the house clumsily as he kicked the front door closed with his foot. He was carrying Ryoma in his arms just like a groom would with his bride. Momo quickly leant on the plan of letting the younger male sleep in his bed while he slept in one of his siblings'. He entered his room of disorder and mess, cautiously making his way to the bed so as not to wake up the sleeping Ryoma. "Phew, I'm home free…" Momo thought to himself, just as he stepped on a stray tennis ball on the floor.

Well, all we can say now is that the landing wasn't so hot.

Momo grunted in pain as he collected his bearings. Crap…the accidental fall had brought Ryoma down on his bed with Momo not far behind, and the position…was slightly…awkward. Ryoma was on his back, lips parted, flushed, and all but sprawled out underneath the power player in a unique display. When Momo had tried to stop the inevitable fall, he had unintentionally slipped his knee out, which ended up right between Ryoma's thighs. Momo's other leg was sitting respectfully next to Ryoma's, but his arms…were wrapped tightly around the tennis star's waist, making the position look almost…possessive.

Momo felt his pulse quicken, and his breathing become heavier with each lasting moment he was on top of the sleeping beauty.

"Nghn…" Ryoma moaned at the tension between his legs. His eyes started to open.

Crap.

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