The days quickly faded away until there was merely one day left until the third years graduated. As each day passed, Ryoma continued to keep his feeling of love towards Fuji locked deep within his heart. For some reason, he found it better if he didn't tell him. It seemed like if he did, saying goodbye would become even harder.
At the beginning of the second to last day before Ryoma would take him flight out of Japan, he met up with Horio. They stood outside of the school before the first class was to begin.
"Hey, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about, Echizen?" Horio rested his hands behind his head.
"I won our little bet," Echizen pulled at his bag that rested on his shoulder. "Also, I guess I should tell you that I'm leaving for America tomorrow."
"Going on one little date doesn't count as―" Horio quickly shook his head. "What do you mean you're leaving for America?"
"You know…getting on a plane and everything."
Ryoma turned away from the boy and noticed the third years walking towards the school. He quickly swung back around. "Believe what you'd like to."
"Ochibi!" Eiji ran up to the younger boy and let his arms hang over him. "I don't want to let you go!"
"Eh? What are you guys doing here?" Horio looked around at all of them. "I thought that you didn't have to come to school today because you're graduating tomorrow."
"We thought it would be nice to come to say goodbye to Echizen," Momoshiro pulled at Ryoma's cheek. "He's not going to here to see us off just like we won't be able to see him off…so this is just the right thing to do."
"Don't talk like that!" Eiji whined and his grip grew tighter around Ryoma. "He can't leave us!"
"So you weren't lying about going to America," Horio crossed his arms. "Then who's this person you like more than tennis?"
Simultaneously, Ryoma pointed at Fuji as the older boy raised his arm into the air. Horio looked back and forth between the two and nearly fell over from shock.
"You didn't tell him, Echizen?" Fuji tilted his head to the right.
Ryoma shook his head and headed towards the doors of the school. "He never asked."
As the day progressed on, all of the boys acted the same. It was as if they were pretending that this wasn't the last day that they would be spending together. Not only was Ryoma moving to America, all of the third years were going to be leaving to go to a nice university. It was Kaidou who first realized that this was the last time that they would be getting to see each other. The soft spot in his heart ached not for himself but for everyone else. When Eiji noticed the face that Kaidou made, a face that was covered in concern, he could feel his happiness fading. Almost all at once it seemed that reality had sunk in, and each one of the boys could feel the loneliness setting in.
"Just because we're going to different universities doesn't mean we won't see each other," Eiji looked up at the other third years. "Right?"
"Of course…we'll work around our schedules so we can still spend time with each other," Oishi nodded.
"We'll come visit those who will be third years as well," there was a rare uncertainty in Tezuka's voice.
Ryoma stood and turned away from the group. He began to walk away. "I'm going to get something to drink."
"Hey, we'll have to make sure we go see Echizen too," Momoshiro said loud enough so the younger boy could here. "Like during our next break or something."
The boy stopped and pulled at his cap. "Mada mada dane."
"Aw, but I don't know English!" Eiji slightly pouted.
"That will just give us a reason to spend all our time there with Echizen," Fuji opened his eyes to show them glowing with a light blue color. "Of course, I wouldn't think about spending my time with anyone else."
For the rest of the day, they continued to spend as much time as they could with each other. When the sun began to sink from the sky, they had decided it was best if they went home. Eiji was nearly in tears as he watched Ryoma walk off with Fuji. As Ryoma made his way down the sidewalk, everyone knew it would be the last time they would see him for a rather long time.
Outside the Echizen residence, Fuji stood with Ryoma clutching his hand. The wind blew lightly making their hair messy.
"You should get home," Ryoma avoided the older boy's gaze.
"Echizen, are you mad at me?" Fuji questioned.
He let his head fall to the right and frowned. "Why would I be mad at you?"
"I won't be able to see you off tomorrow."
"And I won't be able to see your graduation ceremony. There…we're even."
Fuji nodded and reached his arm up. He lightly placed his hand under Ryoma's chin and let their lips brush together. "Everything will be fine. I promise."
"How can you be so optimistic at a time like this?" Ryoma stared into Fuji's icy blue eyes. "I don't understand you, senpai."
"Call me as soon as you can when you get to America."
"You do realize that we'll be almost at the opposite time, don't you?"
Fuji bent down slightly so he was face to face with Ryoma. "It doesn't matter. I'll always pick up the phone for you."
"Fuji-senpai…" Ryoma's cheeks began to glow the color red. "Take care of Karupin…"
"You should get home…"
"You've already told me that."
"I know," he touched his hand to the door of the house. "I should get inside."
"We'll figure out a way to make this all work out. I promise," Fuji waited until Ryoma was inside the house and then walked off towards his own.
The next day came way too soon. The third years stood there at their graduation ceremony. Even though they were graduating, they all were thinking about Ryoma. If they could have, they would have ran out that very moment to be with him as he departed.
At the airport, Ryoma looked through a rack of magazines. He grabbed a few about tennis and found one that was dedicated to photography. Picking it up, he piled it with the other magazines he had already decided to get. Looking around, he took a few snack items and proceeded to buy his items. Meeting up with his parents, he tugged at his hat and walked into the terminal where they would board the plane. With each step he took, he heart continued to sink more and more.
When he got onto the plane, he noticed that he was not sitting with his parents. Ryoma didn't really mind seeming that it was his father that put him in this situation in the first place. Trying to find his seat, he nearly tripped because a rather plump man had his leg out in the isle. Continuing his way down, he spotted his seat. Somehow, he felt that he was lucky for getting the window seat. Ryoma opened the magazine about photography and began to read all these things he didn't understand. The only real reason he wanted such a thing was to remind him of Fuji. Leaving the magazine open on his lap, Ryoma stared out the window. A gentleman sat down next to him, but the younger boy didn't even look over at him.
"Excuse me, before we take off, would you close the window's cover?" the person next to him wondered. "It makes me slightly nervous being able to see out."
"Sure," Ryoma pulled the off-white cover down over the window and returned to the magazine he had started to read.
"Oh, could you also do me one more favor?"
"What is it?" he looked up at the man. His eyes filled with shock as he noticed who was sitting next to him.
"Do you think you could tell me the reason to how you got the courage to tell me your feelings in the first place?"
"What are you doing here, Fuji-senpai?" Ryoma's voice showed more anger than happiness. "You should be at your graduation ceremony."
"I wanted to see the university I would be going to," Fuji smiled as he pointed at what Ryoma had in his lap. "You'll let me read that after you're done, right?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I was accepted into a university in America. I thought you'd be happy…maybe I was wrong."
"I…" he paused and bit his lower lip. "Fuji-senpai…did you do this just for me?"
"Well, kind of. The school that I'll be going to is very nice though."
Ryoma leaned his head against the window. "I think I might love you."
"I see," Fuji bent over and kissed the younger boy. "I think I might love you too."
As the plane began to take off, Fuji once again asked Ryoma for the reason why he was able to get enough courage to tell him how he truly felt.
Leaning back in his seat, a rather cocky smile grew on his face. "It was a bet. That Horio didn't think I was capable of liking anything other than tennis. I proved him wrong."
"It seems to be that way," Fuji giggled.
"Though, he was right about my mom being the only woman in my life," he turned and scanned Fuji. "Well, Fuji-senpai is close enough to a girl."
Fuji took the magazine off of Ryoma's lap and lightly tapped the boy on the head with it. "Just so you know, you'll have to help me with my English."
"Mada mada dane…"
NOTE: Right…so this was a much needed update. Though, I thought I was going to make this two more chapters long. I wasn't able to do it though because I forgot what I had planned (if I had plans) for in between the last chapter and this one. Oh well. This was the end and now it is finished.
Sorry that it took so long to update. November was a busy month for me. I took on the NaNoWriMo challenge. If you don't know what that is, it where you write a 50,000 word novel in one month. I did this because, well, I want to be a novelist. I finished, and I was very happy about that. I do wonder if people would read my actual stories though. I seem to be doing okay with the people on this website, but I don't know if anyone would like the things I write with my own characters. I hope people will pick up my novel if I ever get published.
I rambled about nothing again, sorry. I have a lot more to update with my other fics. I need to finish the first chapter of "Without Sight" so I can get my next FujiXRyoma fic up. I have to go to dinner with my family tomorrow though…and the next day my mom's getting married. Thank goodness that's just one of those go to the court type marriages!
I left the ending kind of open because I'm lame and I fail like that. Could I make a sequel to this fic? Sure I could. Will I? Probably not!
Before I go I'd like to mention one thing. For those who read this little note the days after I post the chapter, I'm sorry if none of my notes make sense. They're really just here to tell you about random things that happen in my life and odd things that no one really cares about.
Well, this was the end of "One Month Left"! If anyone else can name the other fic of mine that takes place within one month, I will…I don't know…write a fic dedicated to you or something.
Thank you for reading this all the way through. I hope you've enjoyed it!
(Also, "The Fallen Prince" will be reworked in the near future. If you're a fan of that fic, look for that in the months to come!)