Nya me again and I hope this story's gonna knock the emotions outta ya!

Soon I'm gonna be needin' a beta so if anyone wants the job... I'll be ad-ing (goth I crack myself up!) in another story or too

Oh and also, there is soooo much more to come so don't worry!

Disclaimer: I do not own the god of all yaoi fanfics Prince of Tennis!

Ryoma stood in a dark room; the only light was coming from around the shadow of a man in the doorway. Ryoma's usual smirk was replaced with a tear filled gaze, confusion and hurt plastered on his usually arrogant face.

"W-what? Why?" His voice trembled as he desperately attempted to keep from crying. Fuji simply looked away, not a word leaving his lips. "Y-you don't have to-."

"G-good-bye Ryoma," Fuji interrupted, emotionless. "I doubt we'll ever cross paths such as we had again."

He shut the door, leaving his ex-lover alone in the darkness. Tears fell from Ryoma's eyes as he stared at the door, begging for it to open again and Fuji to have just been playing a sick joke on him. His knees hit the floor as he slowly realized… Fuji was never coming back.

Please don't leave… F-Fuji I-I'll do anything to have you back… please just open th-the door… please………….

Fuji stood, leaning against the wall near the front door, breathing deeply, shaken, his heart racing painfully in his chest. Oh Ryoma… in time I… this is what's best… you'll be happier this way. Fuji thought, tears hanging in his eyes; regret coursed through him as though it were poison in his blood stream.

His thoughts were more to convince himself than anyone else. He knew he wouldn't be able to live without seeing Ryoma's cocky expression or without the sound of his voice ringing in his ears as he spoke; with arrogance no less… or with love.

How he had forced himself not to run back in and take back everything he said. How he did want to go against destiny and be with the black haired prodigy. How he had fallen in love with him. Fuji's heart had shattered as soon as those fatal words had left his lips.

I can't stay with you... I'm sorry, but I have to do this... I'm leaving you Ryoma.

Regret coursed through his blood, but torture vibrantly race through his mortal soul like standing in front of a speaker with music blasting, making his body vibrate… Torture vibrated his conscience as well as his soul as he thought of never seeing his beloved again.

This is for the best, he thought, trying to reassure himself. This is for the best. Ryoma will be a lot happier this way. This is for the best. He repeated over and over again, trying to calm the regret and pain.

"This is- th-this is-." Tears flooded out of Fuji's eyes as he tried to speak, but he found himself running from the Echizen home, covering his face with his hands as he came to a stop several blocks away.

"Oh, Ryoma, what have I done?"

AkiraYama here and I'm writing another sadening story and yes it's short, but hell there is soo much more to come... rated T for now, but you just wait... yeah that's right Insert Evil Laugh Here