¤Academy Fabulari ¤
''I need not know when this journey ends, only why I'm traveling it.'' – EchizenRyomaLover
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
...Previously...
Miyano pushed open the door, bent down, and carefully wiped away the blood and tears from the boy's face.
"Congratulations Ryoma," he laid his hand on those slender shoulders, "you passed the enrollment exams."
~Chapter Three: Shocking Relevations~
"I'm leaving."
I don't want to kill. I don't like to kill. I hate it!
Miyano's hands froze as he could not believe his ears.
I don't want to stay here!
"I want to leave."
The boy was on the brink of tears.
Miyano's lips twisted into a cruel smile.
"So what?"he asked.
Then plunged the dagger straight into the four year old's chest.
The only way to leave is to die.
"Miyano san was gravely injured."
That was the result.
The entire academy sank into silence.
Fuji Keisuke was not shocked.
After all, Ryoma was the child of Echizen Nanjirou and Takuechi Rinko, his two best students.
So excellent, so swift, just at the age of four.
No, not shocking at all.
Ryoma have decided to stay.
He had realized that if he could, he could leave any moment. Nobody could stop him.
Miyano Shi is a good example.
However...he chose to stay.
He want to survive.
So he needed to learn.
He hugged his knees.
There is no need to kill. He just needed to not die.
How innocent.
...
How disappointing.
~To be Continued~
Author's note: Haha, I know that it's a little short, but I'll be updating frequently from now on. Since my exams are finally over!Hurray!