A/N: Ignore my grammar mistake and enjoy.
He can feel as those three eyes are still on him, he needs to walk away without them asking to much question so all he does is just wink at them and pull Fuji close giving him a soft kiss on his lips.
"I have to go." Ryoma whispers.
Fuji gives him another kiss before letting Ryoma walk away out from their sight.
"Where's he going?" Atobe asks.
"Ladies room." Fuji answers and continues drinking the champagne.
He never thought Ryoma is the type to kiss someone.
It is sweet.
Mysterious.
Suspicious.
"I wonder what Ryo chan is planning inside his head."
He knows something is wrong with that kiss just now. There is hesitation in it and the feeling of wanting to reject, why does Ryoma kiss him if he doesn't want to. Why does he goes to a party even though he doesn't like crowds.
"Fuji senpai."
The familiar girl appears in front of him, the family of undertaker.
"Yes Sakuno chan." Fuji gives a fake smile on her.
"Your father has arrived." She tell him before disappear in the crowd.
Fuji never like his father, he never likes to speak to him in the first place. That man teaches him lots of things and turns him into a monster, he know how to pull the trigger at the age of 5 being told it is for his own protection. Since he is young he never fully understand what his father meant but as he got older and kill someone for the first time he finally understands.
After that day . . .
He yearns for the color of red.
The blood is beautiful as the color is paint beautifully on the dead body.
It is not easy to kill someone and keep that person full body, he once try kill a woman in her slept with a poisonous gas. That gas is special since she didn't feel any pain when she dies, all he needs to do is color her beautifully by using a knife and trace it on her body, the blood come out with just a little force.
It is a work of art.
No matter how many times he does it his heart is not satisfied until he met Ryoma.
Ryoma is a young, average height boy. He is very cocky in his skill in tennis, it shock him to find that boy able to defeat the regular in a young age. He is the first person that he knows able to capture everyone heart, he is a brat but in the inside he is like a diamond.
He wants to turn that hard diamond to a fragile glass that can break.
He wants to see Ryoma begging on his knees.
So he can own him and turn him into anything he wishes.
Ryoma lock the door and quickly change his clothes, he take out the Joker mask and a deck of card.
"Hey . . . I will do my best."
He closes his eyes and gives a silent prayer. This is the only way he can find out who killed his father by becoming the next joker whether he like it or not.
It was then he feels a soft tap being him.
"I will be your backup, Mrs. Joker." He giggles seeing Ryoma wearing a skirt.
Ryoma know who that voice belong too, without looking up he quickly hug that man. "Took you long enough to come home." He says with a happy voice.
The girl watches them from afar using her binocular and smile, looks like they have reunite.
The man with brown hair, muscular body stand up on the stage. He wear a white suit and smirks, he doesn't look anything like his son but the only thing that is similar is the blue eyes. The same color as Fuji.
"Everyone, today here I would like to welcome all of you to this grand party that I held to celebrate the day of the infamous Joker death. Now we can finally be free from the-"
Before he could continue his speech the microphone in his grip fall from his hand by a sudden force, he looks down to find the Joker card beside his shoe.
"This, this is!"
"JOKER IS STILL ALIVE!"
They all look up to see a pretty slender girl wearing a Joker mask with slightly different design, she make a girly pose so the skirt lift a bit and wink at them making few pervert man blushes.
"The past Joker has a daughter?" Tezuka asks.
"It seems like it." Atobe smirks.
"Looks like things just got interesting."