Hey guys! I had this idea awhile ago, and I couldn't help but write about it! Ritsu falls in love with Saga, 3 years before he actually confesses his love...So back then, he'd be around 12ish...Tehehe ^^(: Oh, and this is NOT a one-shot, it's actually going to follow up unitil Saga is out of jail, and the two meet and actually have a romance :U=U=

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING *points to box titled 'nothing'. See that? o3o Thatz allllllll mine CX

Thanks for reading!~


3/20/1999

Dear Friend,

Hello There! How are you today? I'm your new pen-pal! Ha-ha. If there's anything you need or want to know, then feel free to ask! We can be friends, even if we don't really know each other, right? Ha-Ha, sorry…This is really lame right? I'm Onodera Ritsu. I tend to ramble on a lot, so if I get annoying then just tell me. I hope we can be good friends!

Sincerely,

Onodera Ritsu.

3/22/99

Dear Onodera,

…Are you high or something? It's not that your annoying…It's just that you're all happy and junk…It sorta creeps me out. Seriously kid, you're really weird. And if you don't mind me asking, I actually do have a few questions for you, since I guess I have to talk to you anyways. How old are you? Where do you live? What do you do for fun? Where do you go to school? You're fault for saying I could ask…

S.M

Oh and by the way, you're handwriting sucks.

3/24/99

Dear S.M,

Wow! That was fast! I didn't think I'd get a reply so quick! You're right, my handwriting sucks…Especially compared to yours. How is yours so neat? Oh, and you can just call me Ritsu. No need to be so formal. S.M? Is that your initials? I think happy is a good thing right? I mean, it's better than being sad and gloomy I suppose…But that's just my opinion. Wow! You really like questions huh? Ha-ha yeah, I guess I'm to blame in the end. Well here I go~ How old are you? I'm just turning 12 actually…This upcoming Wednesday! Where do you live? I live over on Maple Street, down the block from the school. In the Kanto region. Though I guess you already knew that huh? What do you do for fun? I usually just read books…I'm not really an athletic person or anything like that. Where do you go to school? I go to the school I was talking about earlier…I'm a 6th grader at Glencove Middle. It's a really nice school. Can I ask some questions too? You don't have to answer if your uncomfortable… What's your favorite color? How old are you? What do you like to do for fun? How did you end up in jail?

Geez I wrote a lot…Sorry about that!

You're friend,

Ritsu.

3/27/99

Dear Ritsu,

Seriously kid, there's something mentally wrong with you! Did you not understand what you were doing when you signed up for this pen-pal thing? Your talking to someone in JAIL. So why the hell are you so happy? And yes, S.M are my initials, dumbass. Your so damn annoying…I swear, I'm getting a headache just from reading that. You want answers? Well here you go. My favorite color? None of your goddamned business. How old am I? None of your business. What do I like to do for fun? None of your business. How did you end up in jail? That's none of your fucking business, jackass.

Go Rot in hell,

S.M

3/29/99

Dear S.M,

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! I really shouldn't have asked anything…I'm so sorry! You're right, I really am lame huh? Ha-ha…I need to get a life…I just thought that maybe if I was nice to you, we could talk…And maybe you wouldn't be as lonely? I don't really know myself…But it was wrong for me to think that way.

Sorry for upsetting you.

Sincerely,

Ritsu.

4/1/99

Dear Ritsu,

No…That's okay. I should be the one whose sorry…I've just been really pissed off lately, you know? The only reason I was even sent to this place was because of a false accusation. Even my own mother, who's a lawyer of all things, didn't help me out with this. I guess you're questions just really ticked me off…Sorry Kid. I was being an asshole. And on your birthday too…Damn I feel awful.

Happy Late Birthday Ritsu. Sorry again.

S.M

4/3/99

Dear S.M.,

Oh…I'm sorry that happened to you…It was really out of my place to ask you so sudden…I hope you can forgive me! And don't feel bad about it, it was my fault anyways. Umm…I don't really know what to say ha-ha. Sorry again.

Sincerely,

Ritsu.

4/7/99

Dear Ritsu,

No offence, but you're pretty annoying kid. It's not that I mind talking to you, if anything; I'm sort of relieved when I'm talking to you. Makes me feel like a normal person. But kid, you need some serious self-confidence. I just told you it wasn't your fault. So why are you apologizing? Hm. Oh and by the way, I have some answers for you. My favorite color is blue, I'm turning 15 in December, for fun I pretty much do the same thing you do. You already know why I'm in jail. Any other questions? Just know that I'll probably ask more if you do too.

S.M

(By the way, your handwriting is getting neater. Have you noticed?)

4/10/99

Dear S.M,

Oh…I'm sorry! I guess I'm just really nervous…Oh, so you're only 14? Wow, that's a relief. My parents would have thrown a fit if they knew I was talking to some 32 year old man I don't even know. But you seem really nice, and I don't doubt that you're a good person. I don't think I really have any more questions…Do you? I don't really mind either way.

You're friend,

Ritsu.

(Really? You think so? No, I don't think I've noticed...)

4/13/99

Dear Ritsu,

Yeah…I can imagine that. I wouldn't classify myself as a 'good person', seeming as I'm in jail in all. Thanks though, kid. I have one question…but it's sort of weird. What do you look like? Can you send a picture? I don't know…something in my stomach is just biting at me to know…Now I feel like the annoying one.

S.M

4/15/99

Dear S.M,

I think you are a good person! And besides, you we're accused remember? You seem very kind-hearted, and I admire that. I think we both need some self-confidence, huh? My teacher wouldn't let me send a photo…but I can put it in words? I have short-chestnut hair and green eyes…I'm pretty short for my age, and I only weigh like 72 lbs.…Is that healthy? My cousin whose currently training to be a doctor doesn't even know…I feel like a freak. How about you? What do you look like? (If you don't mind me asking of course!)

Sincerely,

Ritsu.

4/19/99

Dear Ritsu,

Ah, you're right. Sorry about that. 72 lbs.? Damn kid, you make me feel fat. I don't really think that's healthy…considering I weigh like 150 and I'm only a few years older…Green eyes? Really? Not that often you see a Japanese man with green eyes…And yeah, I understand about the photo thing. They won't let me send one either. I have shaggy black hair and boring brown eyes. I weigh 150-as you know- and I'm around 5'6…Don't worry, you sound pretty cool…

S.M

4/23/99

Dear S.M,

Wow! You're tall! And that's not fat! My cousin says that you're right on the dot for someone your age! Oh, and I'm German on my father's side, and Italian on my mothers. Well…half anyways. I get my eyes from my mum…Brown eyes aren't boring! They can really sweet! Are yours a dark hazel or maybe a chocolate brown? Sorry, I'm a little weird…haha.

Oh, and at least your eyes don't look like vomit!

Your friend,

Ritsu.

4/24/99

Dear Ritsu,

How tall are you anyways? And really? That's a relief. German? I'm German too. With a little bit of Russian on my mother's side. I get my looks from my mom too…And I have more of a light hazel if anything…It's not weird, it's just called a little bit of curiosity. Everyone has it.

S.M

4/26/99

Dear S.M,

Ummm 4'9 I think? I don't know really…Wow! Looks like we have some stuff in common! Light hazel? I bet it's a really pretty color! (Sorry, not trying to be weird here) Haha yeah I guess so…But as my dad always says, 'Curiosity kills the cat!' Haha…

You're not going to kill me are you?!

Sincerely,

Ritsu.

5/1/99

Dear Ritsu,
Thanks a lot…Now my cellmate thinks I'm a weirdo for laughing so hard. Oh, and yeah. I'm gonna sneak into your room and rape you. Then, I'll kill you in your sleep. 4'9? Seriously? You like as tall as a 3rd grader. I just told you, you aren't weird. Just get some self-confidence. And besides…There are a million other people with my eye color. Yours are special. Not many people have green eyes. Oh, and I've been wondering this for a while now but…Is your dad Fujihuko Onodera? As in the owner of Onodera Publishing?

Sorry, just plain curiosity.

S.M

5/3/99

Dear S.M,

Hahaha…You're joking…Right? I seriously haven't gotten any sleep since I read that…Yeah, I'm really short…I always get made fun of for it. They call me the little munchkin…Sorry…And not every eye is the same! There are always different patterns and shades and mixes…Every eye is unique in its own way! Oh and yep! Onodera Publishing is our family's company. Sometimes my dad even lets me help out!

If you ever need a job, we've been hiring for two years…Just saying.

You're Friend,

Ritsu.

5/10/99

Dear Ritsu,

Yeah, I'm just messing with you. Don't take it too seriously…Sorry. I didn't mean to take away you're beauty sleep. Oh thank god…when I read this, I thought it said that they called you the 'little mermaid' at first…Scared me shitless. I guess so…Why are we fighting over eyes anyways? Really? He lets you help out? My father is a surgeon…so I guess you can imagine that I never really get to help out. Wow…You must be pretty rich to own a publishing company huh? And to think…I'm actually talking to you. It's really an honor…And maybe I'll take you up on that little offer when I get out of this hellhole…Thanks kid, it means a lot.

S.M

Dear S.M,

Oh thank god…You scared me! My half-brother said if I stayed awake one more night, he'd kill me! (Since I'm pretty much stealing his sleep too.) Haha…The little mermaid? Wow…Now I feel lucky with the nickname I have! I have no idea why we're fighting…haha…It's pretty lame, huh? Ah…I can imagine. You don't really see him often, huh? I don't see my father that often either…Really? That's really nice! But you really should be thanking my father…He reads these, you know. He laughed at the message you sent back on the 1st…He said you sound like a pretty good kid, and he'd be happy to have you work here. After all, there's always room in the family! We accept anybody-though, you might scare my mother since she's really timid about serial killers and prisons…

Anyways, if you ever need somewhere to go, or someone to talk to, just know that we'll always be here for you, 'kay?

Sincerely,

Ritsu, Kaoru, Fujihuko, and Aikawa Onodera.

The ebony teen smiled as he read the letter in his hand. This boy, one he had known for slightly over a month, had already opened up his heart, and welcomed he with wide arms…How could he be so kind? His family and him were good people…They were welcoming a kid from prison for god's sake into the family! It makes him wonder…How did his family seem to other people? Cold, and bitterly, he would imagine. Though in reality, they looked like a pleasant, high-classed family. They didn't live in a mansion or anything like that, but they definitely stood out among the other commoners.

The young boy sat down on his bed, his amber eyes scanning over the words carefully and precisely, over and over again. He felt a ping in his heart. He frowned. If all you've ever known was depression, neglect, and the feeling of being unwanted, how could you accept all this love so suddenly? The teen pushed back his ebony black hair from his forehead, and lay down, staring at the dirty, melancholic ceiling of the prison stall.

Why? They had everything. They had money, a good reputation; they probably even lived in a giant mansion, with over a thousand rooms; maids and butlers running amongst. So why? Why would they be so kind to have accepted a troublemaker, an outcast, a stranger like himself, so warmly? It just didn't make sense to him.

He stared at the bed across the room. He had lied to the boy. He had no cellmate. His cellmate had been a murderer, and had been prosecuted weeks ago. A punch of guilt hit his chest, and he gritted his teeth in annoyance. There was no one left for him. No, no one was there. He was all alone…And he was used to it, wasn't he?

The raven-haired teen glanced over the paper again. And through all the darkness that swarmed in his heart, a light shined through, as another smile danced on his features. He wasn't alone. He had a whole family there, accepting, and waiting for him. Even though they had never even met him, they had heard his silent screams of help, and eagerly dragged him out of the darkness. He had no reason to swing his white flag of surrender anymore.

Saga Masamune, neglected his entire life, now has obtained something he never hoped to gain, as he knew it was too good to be true.

He had gained hope. And it was all thanks to little Onodera Ritsu.


Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! It means a lot (: Hope to see you next chapter! Oh, and if you have anythoughts, good or bad, then feel free to review. I take critisism very well, and I will push myself to the limits, just to fix the errors. (: Have a nice day! Later Chickas!~