'Ugh, I hate angst." A kid from no where popped out in front of Ryoma.

"Excuse me?" Ryoma looked at the brat. She was no taller than his shoulder. She also had on fancy clothes and looked like a princess.

"Echizen Ryoma, right? I'm Tezuka Yume, Kunimitsu's very distant cousin. I can help you. I want you and Shusuke to be together."

"Why?"

"Psh, simple. I hate Tezuka Kunimitsu and angst. If I destroy the ugly angst, get you together with Fuji Shusuke, will you stop being so sad?"

"How old are you, spoiled brat?"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A BRAT?! I'm pretty much the same age as you."

"You look like a kid."

"I know. It's the frills. They're cute though."

Ryoma just stared at the kid. Was she even supposed to be in this dirty place? She looked so innocent, like she did not know anything about the outside world.

"Ryoma-kun, I know you're strong. Actually, I watch you a lot. You're usually not like this. Is it because of your stupid past?"

He widened his eyes. How did this kid know about his past?

"In case you don't remember, I used to be your tennis buddy."

Now that he thought about it, he remembered he used to play tennis with an extremely strong girl. He vaguely mused over his last tennis game with that girl. In his vision, he saw that girl crossing the street, trying to save his cat that he brought along. As she was about to get hit by a nonstopping truck, he ran to save her. Instead, he got hit and the doctor said his personality is going to change. Instead of a strong, cocky brat, you'll now get an obedient doll that will listen to you, but might break easily if treated wrong.

"I'm sorry, Ryoma-kun. At least Karupin didn't die." Yume said when she saw Ryoma scratching his head. She remembered, Ryoma did this whenever he didn't want to know something, but he learned it anyway.

"Mada mada dane, Tezuka." Ryoma blurted out. He went out of the dump place, and to a grander area. He left, leaving Yume confused.

He arrived in front of Shusuke and Kunimitsu's room. He burst it open and grabbed a confused Shusuke while pushing an angry Kunimitsu away. He kissed his pretty prince. He wasn't going to let go no matter what. He fell in love with him, and whatever he wanted, he was going to get.

"Fuji Shusuke, you aren't just any prince. You're my prince, meaning you can only be with me, got it?"

Shusuke looked at Ryoma. He was so different from before. Inside, he was glad he fell in love with someone strong, brave. As Ryoma pulled him into a deeper kiss, he had an obscure vision of something from the past. There was a boy that looked like whacked him with a tennis racket when he invaded the public tennis courts once. He was upset at first, but that boy looked so defiant and brave. Along with him was a girl that looked superior. He was thinking of that boy since then and he was joyful that the one he was going to truly be with this time will be the one he loved. His stupid father planned the cliff idea. It was stupid, but it worked anyway.

"Ryoma, you're always going to be my first love." Shusuke managed to utter.

Ten years later...

"Ne Shusuke, remember how we first met?"

"Of course. You were so much like a lost puppy."

"It's your fault anyway. I'm glad that we can finally be like this now. How is Tezuka?"

"Well, after I broke up with him, it turns out he was cheating me with a princess from some other kingdom."

"Funny how it's only after ten years, I can ask about him."

"You better not be in love with him." Fuji said as he hugged Ryoma very tightly.

"I can't b-r-eathe."

"I'll tie you up and fuck you all night if you ever love someone else."

"Try to, your majesty."

"As you say so, kitty."

With that said, Fuji started a make out session with Ryoma. First loves always make you turn to be so out of character when really, if you were yourself, so much could have been done. However, there are always some disasters that make you forget your own self, yet there are some people from the past who make you remember. Fuji Shusuke, you're lucky you're not dead...yet..

THE END!

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A/N: Crappy ending, I know. I couldn't think of anything though. Thanks for reading all the way till the end. Now...farewell.