DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS. BUT THE PLOT IS MINE!
Shitenhoji
Shiraishi held Kintaro's arm so that the boy would run ahead.
He had already been crying most of the way.
"Koshimae! I want to see him! You're all just joking! A very bad joke! When Koshimae would know, he'd kick all your butts! Just you all wait." Kintaro yelled out loud.
The rest of the teams that were there knew how highly Kintaro held Ryoma.
For him, Ryoma was the ultimate tennis opponent that wins without having a hard time.
Ryoma was a hero in Kintaro's eyes.
A great player…
A awesome hero…
One of a kind friend.
"N-n-ne… Koshimae? Is this all true? You're really gone?" Kintaro asked with a shaking voice.
Kintaro had to admit it that Echizen was gone or he would just make himself and the rest of the people feel worst.
The boy turned around and saw how devastated everyone has already been.
And what he yelled didn't make anyone feel any better.
Yuuji and Koharu didn't even try to crack a joke.
They knew that there was no joke in the situation everyone was in.
Nothing funny at all.
Gin had silently prayed while the rest was trying to calm Kintaro.
Chitose turned to look at Tezuka who had a look of pure devastation etched across his face.
Not only on Tezuka but on the faces of everyone that was gathered at the funeral.
"This funeral brings out everyone's most hidden feelings of that kid." Chitose spoke.
He was right.
Shiraishi bowed before he turned to leave.
"Thank you for everything, Ryoma Echizen." Was all Shiraishi could say before they went down.
A/N: Read and Review. Constructive criticisms are very much welcomed. ^_^