So did you guys like the last chapter? Anyways im currently editing chapters 3- 10 as i'm finishing them i'll update. I plan this fic to be about 20 chapters. Soooo let me know what you think. Also the pairing is set however I could gladly make this an ot3. I love sensual and thrill. ;p

Chapter 3

Kirihara pov

"Mura-Buchou, do we need to, please I don't want to. We already beat them do we have to do a match with them?" I jumped on Mura- Buchou back.

"Why, why, why?" A dark intimidating aura started to ripple through the air, I turned around to see a glaring Sanada drilling holes into me. It clearly stated 'get off or else'.

All my teammates sweat dropped as I jumped off his back and stomped my foot.

But I held my ground, "Why Buchou?" My resolve wavered as Yukimura Seichii turned to glare at me with a seemingly patient smile.

"Because Aka-Chan it would be beneficial for you. So we as a team are having practice matches with Seigaku this afternoon. Listen up minna, we leave at three sharp, be at the gate with your tennis equipment, and we'll go..." He began to tap his chin in wonderment, "and also because I have a very good feeling that something shocking is going to happen. I for one have no intention on missing it."

I stared at him mouth agape for having momentarily forgotten how to close it.

Ryoma pov

I stood in front of my house, which honestly could've looked a little better with its overgrown hedges, weeds, overgrown everything with messed up shutters and blinds. The plane was truly a bother. I felt as though I was being watched. I must admit, I was curious to know how he knew when I didn't even know. I shivered as that feeling never left me. I couldn't help the thought that crossed my mind, 'what happened'.

I continued walking up the pathway; it seemed to be deteriorating beneath my feet. All that time Okaa-san and I spent cleaning and fixing, for me to have let it have gotten like this is shameful. The dilapidated steps were truly an eyesore.

I remember a time when we would all clean the house, we were a family, but that was before he left. She followed soon after. It seemed she was in more stress than we had realized.

She was part of the reason I left three years ago. I just couldn't live around so many memories of her and not feel the pain of losing her, and he was just a reminder. I also left to find him, but he continued to elude me.

I turned around as I heard the snapping of twigs. Baka honestly scared of twigs. I still feel like I'm being watched.

I walked briskly into my house; once I closed the door I leaned against it and slid down, wrapping my arms around myself trying to encase my soul. I should've known distance could never heal a heart. A sob burst through my lips.

"Why, Okaa-san?" Uncontrollable tears began to pour down my face.

"I still want you. No one could ever replace you." I sobbed.

"I-I still want you Okaa-san, three years away and I couldn't forget, all I want to do is forget. Forget that day."

Flashback

I raced home after having spent a great day with one particularly fantastic person. I ran to the front door throwing it open. It is days like these when I find myself truly loving my family. Our perfect home is ideal, even with Baka Oyaji's 'magazines'.

"Tadaima, Okaa-san". As I walked a few steps past the door frame, I realized I tracked mud in. So, I back peddled my steps to clean it in preparation of a berating that never came. I took off my shoes, slightly befuddled as to why Okaa-san hasn't responded yet. I was wiping the floor with a nearby towel. I decided not to wait for Kei. I needed initiative. So, I strode forward prepared to tell her everything.

I began to venture into my house as a sense of painful foreboding overwhelmed me and gripped my heart.

I rounded the corner to the kitchen, and there she lay. Through the corner of my eye I caught a flash of green and flinched. My body whirled around, but I guesses it was a reflection of my own hair.

She seemed so peaceful with a warm smile spread across her face, as her eyes were hidden from me. As they would forever stay.

End flashback

I coulden't look at a smile the same, it coulden't bring me the same pleasure it once did, and it scared me. I couldn't face him then. I just couldn't tell him that every time he smiled it was a bitter reminder of what I lost.

A part of me liked to believe he knew, and understood my pain but that other part of me just didn't know if he would ever forgive me for having left.

"I mean how would he have known, I never told anyone of Okaa-sans passing." I thought bitterly through the pain that pierced me.

Even now the wedding of my Oyaji and Kei- chans Okaa-san is completely unknown. That in itself was a feat. worthy of the great Atobe line. Kei- chan and I have been friends since our childhood, me as famous heir to the Takeuchi fortune and Kei- chan the sole heir of Atobe enterprises. So naturally our families clicked. When my mother passed and Keigo's father passed our parents found solace in each other and we couldn't begrudge them on this, because we all needed someone. As they clung to one another in a lovers embrace. I found in Kei- chan, the brother I always wanted, a strong, patient man.

We became the best of friends growing we know that our taunts are just a term of endearment, and only Kei-chan knows what the future holds for me.

He is the only one that knows the sole reason for why, after I return to high school to finish my senior year, I will leave the tennis scene.

I have to make this choice now, for myself, because my future is becoming less and less dependent on my choices. Eventually my choice will play no part in my resignation. With that last painful thought, I fell into a restless sleep, as migrains continued to relentlessly rack my brain.