A/N: Once again, the characters will be a little OOC! Don't read this if it offends you ^^ ... but otherwise~ please enjoy~ =]

Chapter 6

"Oi, Ryoma, get out of the bathroom! You've been in there forever!" Ryoma's dad, 'Samurai Nanjiro' called out frantically knocking on the bathroom door.

"Go use the other one!" Ryoma choked out from the bathroom.

"GAHH!! Baka seishonen!" Nanjiro kicked the door once and ran for dear life.

In the bathroom, Ryoma held a pocket knife he always carried with him, and frantically started to dig into his skin on his right wrist. A glint of tears glittered in his golden cat-like eyes and his lips bled from him biting on it too hard. Red liquid oozed out wherever the sharp blade traced, and with each cut, he gasped. After a while, he sighed as he made the final cut, and put his wrist under the cool water trying to get rid of all the warm blood. The cutting really didn't do much to take away the pain, but it did help get his mind off of it for a while. Ryoma dried his arm with a towel and slid his cotton wristband back on, so that his scars were covered. He sighed deeply once again and put his cap on, adjusting it so that his eyes were unseen.

After all the preparation was made for school, he headed out the house, met up with Kevin and went slowly walked towards his school.

"So… What was up with yesterday Ryoma?" Kevin carefully brought up the topic, observing his best friends reaction. Ryoma's eyebrow twitched but was unseen thanks to his cap.

"Nothing." Ryoma calmly replied just looking straight.

"Oh common dude, that's bullshit." Kevin growled, unable to hide his curiosity any further. When Ryoma ignored him he hastily grabbed Ryoma's right arm.

"ugh!" Ryoma flinched at Kevin's touch, and Kevin imidiatly let go.

"Ryoma…" Kevin's eyes widened. "Oh… God… Ryoma not again!" He reached for Ryoma's wristband but Ryoma made no move to stop Kevin from getting to it. "You didn't disinfect this yet right?" Kevin raised an eyebrow when Ryoma nodded in silence. "When we get to school, I'll disinfect it for you ok?" Kevin said knowing very well that Ryoma wouldn't want to go to the nurse.

"But this is a secret again ok?" Ryoma pleaded in his unusually strained voice.

Kevin sighed. "Of course… Did you cut because of that buchou?" Ryoma stared at Kevin in silence, so Kevin just pressed him with more questions. "Last time… It was that Yukimura guy to wasn't it…?" Ryoma sifted his cap so that Kevin couldn't see his eyes welling up with tears once again, and silently nodded. "Alright then… I won't ask anymore… but we're gonna be late if we keep talking." And the two of them headed off for school running.

-Homeroom-

"Ne Echizen~" Fuji tilted his head sideways and looked at Ryoma who was slumped over his desk. Ryoma's reply to that was just a loud yawn. Fuji frowned and tried calling for his little kohai again. "Ne Echizen~" When there was no reply once again, Fuji smirked. "Ne Ryoma-chan~?" Ryoma's head snapped up and he glared at his sempai for coming up with such a repulsive nickname.

"Yes, sempai?" He gritted his teeth. Fuji suppressed an amused chuckle.

"So… What was up with you and Yukimura buchou yesterday?" Fuji grinned widely and stared at Ryoma intensely.

"Nothing happened…" Ryoma sighed and continued to dose off, relaxing head so it hung off the edge of the desk.

"Saa… We'll see about that…" Fuji momentarily revealed his eyes.

-End of Science-

"Don't forget to do your homework. Remember, if you forget, I'm sending you to Mr. Clark's office and you know the consequence, DETENTION." Ms. Kindra pronounced the last word with every syllable making it clear that, that wasn't the only thing that was going to happen. Everyone, including Ryoma hated Ms. Kindra, for she actually gave Ryoma study hall for coming to class 3 minutes late. The irritated 'prince' scowled and got up to leave, before Fuji caught up to him.

"Mou… Ryoma-kun~ don't be so mean~" Fuji pouted. Ryoma slightly blushed thinking, 'cute…'

"I'll meet u at the club… sempai…" Ryoma nodded and walked ahead. Fuji's arm dropped to his side and stared at Ryoma in sadness. But then his eyes opened in sudden anger. "Yukimura…" he growled under his breath.

RINGGGG, RINGGGGG

"Hello?" Yukimura picked up his phone on the second ring, hoping it was his little Ryoma.

"I would say hello, but I honestly don't feel like doing so Yukimura-kun." Fuji stated on the other side of the phone venomously.

"Fujiko-kun?" Yukimura blinked surprised by the unusual rudeness he was getting from the polite tensai.

"Yes, this is Indeed Fuji Shyusuke." His voice was flat, showing no emotion what-so-ever.

"What brings you to calling me?" Yukimura asked, smiling sweetly.

"I would like to ask you about what happened between you and Ryoma." Fuji dared to bring this topic up so bluntly. Yukimura's grip on the phone tightened.

"Why, Fuji-san… That's none of your business…" Yukimura managed to hiss out.

"Of course it is. Echizen-kun is a precious member of our tennis club, and it is obvious we would get worried." Fuji said as a matter-of-factly.

"Well… This is private matter, and I'd rather not talk about this." Both of the sadist's eyes glared into space imagining their opponent standing just meters away from them.

"All I am going to tell you is, we used to date Fuji-san, and I'd like us to start over." Yukimura said sweetly but at the same time, there was a thick edge of annoyance.

Fuji chuckled, "Oh, I don't think it'll go that smoothly." Fuji's voice became sweet as well. "You see… You have already hurt Seigaku's little baby…" Fuji paused momentarily. "and we can't let that happen again." Yukimura flinched slightly at the tone of Fuji's voice.

"It's… It's none of your concern, and I will get Ryoma back… whether you like it or not. He still loves me. The purpled haired tensai said in a sure voice.

"Saa… We'll see about that…" and Fuji slammed the phone on the table, frustrated.

-Yukimura's point. (I'm bad at first person even more than I am at 3rd so, please forgive my bad writing ^^)-

'ARGHHH!' no matter how much I scream in frustration, nothing ever seems to get better. I need my Ryoma… I… can't live without him… Why did I do that to him? Why did I run away? Why couldn't I have just explained it to him? …

-Fuji's point-

"That bastard!" I howled losing control over myself. This was really unusual for me, because ever since I was young, my mom has taught me that I should always smile, even if I was sad or angry. This time however, I can't control this. Taking out my tennis racquet, I dialed Kawamura's number.

"Hello?"

"Hello Taka-san, do you mind meeting me at the street tennis court?" I asked as sweetly as I possibly could as a guy.

"Sure Fuji. Meet you there in 20 minutes."

-Back to 3rd person-

Little did Fuji know, that today would be the worst night to go to the streets tennis court.

A/N: As always~ Rushed! I guess I'll stop trying to write this during Asian Studies when I'm supposed to be taking notes =X...
For those who liked it, thank you XD
and yes, i know i promised a longer chapter... But... this just seemed like a good cliff-hanger~ ^^*

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