Ryoma pov

'This is ridiculous'. I glare across the court at my prey mentally yelling those words. Exasperated i hit the ball with much more force than i had originally planned using. Originally i was using about 5%.The ball i had just hit however couldent even be seen by anyone, no one not even thought alone brought a wave of guilt and pain. I returned my gaze to the now scared man across from me.

'How dare he say anything about my sempais, or me. He doesn't know anything.' With that thought i smashed the ball, leaving a rather noticeable dent on the court.

'ughh' i mentally groaned. ' How did i let him get to me'. Throughout this whole time i maintained my apathetic visage. 'Here i am about to win my fourth consecutive grand slam title and become the most powerful tennis player in the world, and im angered so easily'. I watch as the cowering man before me came slowly out of his emo corner( much like tamaki is proned to in OHSHC). I watch as his fear becomes arrogance.

" So I guess I hit a nerve huh. Amazing, am i not supposed to be versing the Ice Prince." He states sarcastically as he grins triumphantly at me. " Like I said I've read all about you, So how are all of your former-sempais. Or do you not talk to them anymore". His grin now becomes noticeably sadistic. "Well i guess it must be hard to talk to them considering you left them. How does it feel pursuing your dream. Knowing that you have such great friends waiting for you" seeming to pause in thought and ponder"...unless they're not waiting for you. I mean who would. You just left. The nationals ended and you left. Have you ever even looked back. After 3 years, you realize they lost last years nationals to rikkai right. OHHH, they must ha-ate you" i watch as he puffs out his chest in a way similiar to monkey king. He begins to laugh, shocking me out of my current stupor. For i had previously been wondering if he would self combust if i glared hard enough. What froze me was the possibility was true.

'do they really hate me' a part of me the only part of me that i would admit to, is currently weeping in fear at this thought." this is over" I respond quietly fearful of raising my voice, for fear of it breaking. With that thought, I unleash my twist serve, effectively ending the match.

" Winner Echizen Ryoma, current score 6-2". This unfazed both men walking up to the net to shake hands. Echizen stared apathetically. His golden cat-like eyes no longer glared, nothing would be given away within those eyes anymore, not even guilt. I grasped his hand in a light shake. As i glanced, at the man slightly taller than me, through my eyelashes. " I guess i'll just have to find out now won't i , afterall who are you to jump to such conclusions" I than released his hand " hmphh, your still mada mada dane". I walked away without a second glance and pulled out my phone dialing an all to familiar number. I pondered waiting for someone to pick up the other line when a voice flowed through the phone." what can i do for you today, Ryoma-Sama". I responded, " ticket. get me a one way ticket to japan, tonight" with that i closed the phone and jumped into my jaguar completely forgetting my trophy.' they can just mail it to me. I cant wait to see my sempais'. i thought with a smirk.