Six

"Oh, Shusuke, I was so worried about you!" Yumiko cried, lunging on her brother much like Eiji had.

"I wasn't," Yuuta growled.

"Yes you were you idiot," snapped Yumiko. "Now come and hug your brother." She turned back to Fuji. "I did so many tarot readings, and I kept getting these awful, awful messages saying you'd been in an accident, that you were hurt, that you would not know your family even if you saw them again. It was… it was terrible!"

Fuji smiled at her. "Nee-chan, I'm fine. Just a bit roughed up." He looked up. "Yuuta, was she panicking the whole time?"

Yuuta nodded with his eyes wide. "She would not shut up, aniki, and she wouldn't put her freaky tarot cards away. It was driving me nuts."

"Did the doctors say you can leave today?" Yumiko demanded. Fuji had never seen his sister so distraught. "We miss you at home, Shusuke. I mean, the house actually looks clean. It's so weird."

"And Mom ironed your shirts," Yuuta informed him. "And made your bed. And organized your desk. It doesn't look like your room anymore."

"So that's what happens when I go missing," Fuji laughed. "Yuuta comes home, onee-chan panics, and Mom cleans."

"I didn't come home because of you!" Yuuta cried.

At that moment, the door opened, and Suzuki entered the room. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she announced, "but someone over eighteen needs to sign the discharge papers."

Yumiko leapt to her feet and tore the clipboard from the nurse's hand. "I'll do it. And then we can take Shusuke home, right?" She was already scribbling away on the paper. "Here," she said, and she thrust it back at Suzuki. "Come on, Shusuke, let's go."

"Alright, alright, nee-chan," Fuji surrendered.

Yuuta held out a bag. "We brought you clothes, like you asked." He placed it on the bed. "We'll wait outside, right, nee-chan?"

Yumiko blinked. "Oh, yes of course," she agreed. She followed her younger brother out of the room, and Suzuki shut the door.

"She's energetic," the nurse remarked.

"Not usually," Fuji told her, pulling his pants on under his gown. Damn. They were too small. "She must have been really worried." He pulled the gown off completely, revealing the bandaging on his chest. "Do I need to be concerned with this?" he asked, pointing at it.

Suzuki shrugged. "You need to put ointment on it once a day now, for the next… oh, three weeks, and change the bandages each time. And no strenuous activity until it's healed." She went to the cabinets and pulled out a tube of ointment. "Here's the stuff you rub on it. The stitches in your head will fall out on their own, so don't worry about that." She frowned. "That will be one hell of a scar, though."

Fuji took the tube from her and slipped it in his pocket. He then pulled on his white shirt, relishing in the familiar fabric. "I'm fine with that," he said, his hand floating up to touch the stitching. He and Yuuta matched now, he realized. "The worse ones are those we can't see."

Suzuki's eyes flickered, and she turned her focus to her shoes. "Yeah," she replied. "I suppose they are."

On impulse, Fuji stepped forward and embraced her. He heard her gasp, but he did not let go. "Thank you for everything," he mumbled.

He felt her arms wrap around his waist. "Yeah," she said, and he heard a smile in her voice. "You too."

Fuji felt someone prod him in the back. Frowning, he twisted around. It was her. The girl he had told Ryuzaki-chan about. "Fuji-kun," the girl behind him whispered, withdrawing her long fingers, "where have you been?"

Fuji gave her his signature passive smile. "I had an accident," he told her softly, and his hand subconsciously floated up to the stitching on his forehead.

The girl gave a quiet gasp before her lips broke into a beautiful smile. "Well thank God you're alright," she replied.

Nodding, Fuji turned back around and tried to focus on the book in front of him. His thoughts drifted back to Ryuzaki-chan, and her need to be appreciated by Echizen. Grief threatened to overcome him, but the huge smile playing on his lips would not allow this, because she did notice him, and for now, that was enough.

*AN: I hope that ending satisfied all of you. And I changed the title character to "Seigaku" because I realized it wasn't fair to say it was Ryoma. Sorry. If I left any loose ends, please let me know so I can fix it ASAP. Thanks!

I have several other PoT stories in the making, and even more oneshots, but the chances of publication are slim. Mostly because I just wrote them to get the idea out of my head. There is one about Nanjiro I'll probably put up, cuz it's cute, but I dunno.

Thank you all for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoyed my story!*