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Ryoma stared silently at the display before him in horror.

Tezuka pushed Fuji off him abruptly. "Ryoma," he said, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"No!" Ryoma shouted, ripping away from the former captain's grasp.

Tezuka stared at Ryoma sadly.

Fuji got up and began brushing himself off.

"Fuji…get out of here," Tezuka said venomously.

Fuji looked at Tezuka with pleading eyes. "But-"

"Now!" Tezuka yelled, and Fuji complied, running from the garden. Tezuka turned his attention back to Ryoma.

The boy had his facial expression hidden from view by his cap.

"It was a mistake…Fuji was-"

"Save it for someone who cares," Ryoma said softly but still as hurtful. His voice was shaking.

Tezuka took a few steps toward the tennis star. "Can we discuss this inside?"

Ryoma bit his lip, "Why should we talk about it? There's nothing to discuss."

"Yes, there is-"

"No there isn't! He kissed you, what more is there to say?!" Ryoma cried, running back around the side of the house and out to the front lawn.

"Ryoma wait!" Tezuka shouted, following the crying boy.

Ryoma ran to his car and jumped in, before shutting the door behind him, Tezuka's hand shot out and grabbed his arm.

"Wait, please…" Tezuka pleaded.

Ryoma prohibited himself from looking at the bespectacled man. "Let me go!" He screamed, pulling away from Tezuka's hold. "Please…just let me go."

Tezuka stood back and watched as the boy slammed the door closed and sped away.

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Ryoma's breathing pattern quickened. He had to get as far away from this mess as possible. His crying was screwing up his vision completely. Ryoma had to pull over, now. As he did so, he didn't bother to lock the car, take the keys out or anything. The boy just got out and started walking.

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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.

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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.

"M-Momo-senpai?" Ryoma managed to whisper out.

Momo stared into the younger male's eyes. He began to lean toward those eyes slowly.

Ryoma's eyes widened just the slightest, and then closed, just like that.

Momoshiro leaned closer and kissed the boy's eyelids ever so lightly, before moving down to descend upon those soft lips…Gah! What was he doing?! Was he just about to kiss his best friend?! "Uh…sorry, sorry Echizen," he flustered, attempting to get off the tennis star.

But alas, all the constant rubbing and pressure against Ryoma's groin made him moan again and again as Momo tried to push himself upright.

Aw hell no! Momo got up and practically ran out of the room. Ryoma, the tennis star was about to relieve himself of the building tension down under when Momo left.

Momo panted as he closed the door behind him. Phew…that was close! He pressed his back against the door and slid down onto the floor and hugged his knees.

"…"

"…Ah!"

Momo eyes widened comically. No way he could sit there and listen to…that! The power player got up hastily and left the hall. His intentions were clear. Go to the kitchen, get drink, and then watch the television. No way in hell he'd come back until Ryoma finished…well you know.

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Tezuka held his face in his hands. Ryoma was gone, no way whatsoever of finding out when he'd return or call. Oh god…how he yearned for the boy. The couple needed to talk this out, but then again…Ryoma could be very stubborn if he wanted to, but no matter…Tezuka loved him, and that's all that counted. Tezuka groaned in frustration, out of all the things Fuji had done…this was the worst. He got up from the outdoor chair and walked over to the window nearest to the back door. Staring at his reflection, Tezuka did the most uncharacteristic thing he could've ever done. He punched the window, shattering it into pieces.

Rational Tezuka would never had even considered doing that, he would've just thought it to be stupid and a waste of money, but seeming as it was irrational Tezuka, this didn't seem to faze him one bit.

The former captain winced at the pain throbbing in his left hand. Blood was trickling off it gorily as he sat back down in the chair and gritted his teeth. What had he done?

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