Title: Forgotten Souls

Summary: After suffering from his abusive mother since he was five, Ryoma gains a small speck of hope when he hears the will be moving to Japan.

Warning: Darkish, Some swearing.

Pairings: Since its not Yaoi it will be another Friendship fic.

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Forgotten Souls

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Chapter 1:

A Spark of Hope


The scenery rushed past in a blur of colours as Ryoma gazed out the window. He was currently on a flight heading to Japan and all he could think about was how beautiful the world looked from up in the air. He hoped this journey was the start of a new beginning; One with new friends, a new school, and a new life. Maybe this was his chance to forget about the horrors in his past, or at least try.

Ryoma smiled sadly. He missed the way things used to be. He missed his brother, his father, and most of all he missed his mother or at least the memory of her. Of course, she was still living with him in the same house, but Ryoma knew she would never be the caring woman from his childhood. The most he could look forward to was the day he turned eighteen and could leave the pit of bleakness that was his home.

The soft thrum of the airplane's engine helped to ease his mind and before he knew it, he felt himself slowly drift off.

"Look! Look! It's an airplane!" A three-year-old Ryoma exclaimed, pointing to the airplane flying overhead. Ryoma was jumping up and down, excitedly tugging at his mother's sleeve. His mother had taken him on a picnic to try and help take their minds off of his older brother's absence; Ryoga was away at a tennis tournament. Ryoma's father had gone with him.

Rinko laughed and hugged Ryoma tightly. "Make a wish sweetie."

Ryoma nodded. It was a tradition in the family that every time you saw an airplane you made a wish. Quickly scrunching up his face in concentration Ryoma turned and looked up at his mother.

"What did you wish for?" Rinko asked her son.

"Se-cr-et," Ryoma smiled jumping off his mother's lap and running into the trees. "Come get me!" He called excitedly. His mother got up and ran after him laughing and smiling joyfully.

He was jolted awake as the flight attendant's voice sounded over the intercom system signalling their descent. Fleeting emotions welled up inside of him at the memory. It had been a long time since everything had been so peaceful.

What he wouldn't do to change the past.

'Almost there,' He thought absentmindedly. Ryoma had waited a whole two weeks for the day that they would finally move. Excitement had slowly been building at the thought of seeing Japan at last. He had never been there before, but his father had always told him stories of it from his days growing up there. From what Ryoma had heard it was a wonderful place, filled with amazing tennis opponents. He couldn't wait to start playing tennis again.

It had been too long.

His musings were interrupted as the plane landed. Within minutes people had removed their seatbelts and were disembarking into the airport- into Japan.

"Hurry up!" Rinko snapped angrily at her son. "If we miss our ride you will be paying for another cab!"

Ryoma hurriedly followed after his mother not uttering a word. He was dragging along two suitcases. One was a large white suitcase that belonged to his mother and the other was a small black one about half the size that belonged to him. The rest of their luggage had been delivered to their house a week before.

Ryoma was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't notice a person suddenly step in front of him. He also didn't notice that the person was equally distracted, looking around as if searching for someone. The person was so pre-occupied they failed to notice the boy until said boy rammed right into them.

Ryoma suddenly felt himself walk straight into something. He fell back onto his arse, much to his embarrassment. Ryoma looked up to see what he had hit and his eyes widened when he saw the figure of another boy, maybe a few years older than himself. The boy sported chestnut-brown hair that went down to his shoulders and striking blue eyes that were open and gazing curiously down at him. All in all, he looked quite feminine. If it wasn't for his strong arms evident under his shirt Ryoma might have mistaken him for a girl.

"Sorry," He murmured again as he got up and began dusting off his clothes.

"RYOMA!" An angry voice called from a few feet in front of him. Ryoma scooted around the boy and broke into a run quickly following his mother out of the airport.


Fuji's POV

Fuji had gone to the airport to welcome his brother back, but couldn't seem to find him anywhere! Yuta had gone to America two weeks ago on their break and was supposed to be returning today.

"Yuta!" Fuji shouted loudly. He earned himself a few stares from the passerby's, but ignored them in favour of looking for his had already been at the airport for a good hour and a half. After all, how was he supposed to know that Yuta had missed the first flight and had been forced to wait another hour before getting on the next one. So pre-occupied in his search, he failed to notice the young, emerald haired boy until they collided and the boy was sent tumbling to the ground.

Feeling apologetic, he smiled opening his eyes to get a better look at the young boy. He looked about 14...maybe 15? The boy's eyes were a unique shade of brown that was almost golden in nature, a few cuts dawned his hands.

Fuji held out a hand to help, but the boy was already up and dusting himself off. Just as he was about to apologize an angry voice call the boy who quickly rushed off not saying a single thing besides a short 'sorry'.

As he watched the boy disappear around the corner with a middle-aged woman who no doubt his mother, he was so mystified that he didn't notice a person coming up behind me.

"Aniki*?" A voice asked. "What are you doing here?"

Spinning around he smiled and trapped Yuta in a bone-crushing hug. "Is it wrong for me to come and pick up my little brother?" He asked still trapping Yuta and putting on a fake pout.

"I can't breathe!" Yuta gasped out. Reluctantly, Fuji released his brother and turned to stare at the place where the boy from earlier had disappeared.

"Aniki? Is everything alright?" Yuta asked.

He nodded, but the truth was, he couldn't get that boy out of my head. In truth, the young boy did look quite cute, but that wasn't what was bugging him; It was that the boy had tensed up when he had realized who he had bumped into. He also didn't look like he knew how he should react.

'Am I that scary?' He thought, but then remembered the look that seemed to flash in the boy's eyes as the women called him over. Was it fear?

The young boy was certainly a mystery - A mystery Fuji was now determined to figure out.


*Aniki - Older brother

To old readers, welcome back. To new readers, welcome to the start of my rewrite! I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter. I'll be pumping updates out about once a week to please anticipate!

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