A/n. So I have been watching The Prince of Tennis and absolutely fell in love with it! It got me thinking though and this is one of the things I started thinking about. What if Ryoma knew a group of people before he came to Japan in the anime? What if Ryoma was an internationally famous sports star and he met these people who become his friends in his travels? So, voila! Here it is!

Ryoma sighed as he signed the one hundred and fifty-seventh autograph that day. He didn't understand why the stupid old man made him come to these things anyway. The fan girls (and guys but he preferred not to talk about those) were being overly irritating today since it was his last day in France.

Ryoma had been touring the world for quite some time now; in fact, since he was seven. His dad had introduced him to the world of sports at a very early age and so it came to no surprise that Ryoma was pretty good at sports. What was surprising, however, was the fact that any sport that he played; he was relatively good at within a week.

One such example was the very first sport he started playing; tennis. Ryoma's dad, Nanjiro, had given him his first tennis racket on his fourth birthday and Ryoma was hitting tennis balls over the net from the service box within the month. Ryoma could still see his dad's proud smirk in his mind.

"Ryoma!" Shaken out of this recollection by a voice he hadn't heard in quite some time, Ryoma looked up, startled, into the face of one overly energetic orange-haired youth.

"Goku! What are you doing here?" Ryoma said with an interested tone in his voice.

Goku, full name Kiyosumi Sengoku, pouted a little at his friend's tone before perking up and grinning. "I was just passing by when I heard some girls fangirling about a sports star so I decided to drop in and found you. Lucky!" he said, giving a thumbs up.

Ryoma smiled slightly. He couldn't help but to smile around Kiyosumi. He just had that kind of personality where his mood was infectious. "That still doesn't explain what you are doing in France, though." Ryoma said with a hint of a questioning tone.

"Last minute vacation before the new school term starts." Sengoku said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "You know how my family is."

Ryoma, in fact, did know how Kiyosumi's family was. They were the type to put things off to the last minute and then rush to get it done. They were the ultimate procrastinators. So Ryoma was not surprised at this explanation and just sighed resignedly.

"But anyway, how much longer do you have to be here for?" Sengoku asked his eyes focused on a busty blonde showing a little too much skin.

Ryoma snapped his fingers under Sengoku's nose. "Over here, Kiyosumi!" he said sharply. Once Ryoma had his attention, he said, "I will be done in ten minutes."

"I will wait for you to get done and then we can hang out, party, catch a few of these pretty French ladies." Sengoku said with an excited smile that Ryoma was quick to kill.

"Not going to happen, Goku. School starts tomorrow and I have about two hours from the time this thing wraps up until I have to catch my plane back to Japan so I won't be late for school. That means no partying and definitely no French girls." Ryoma said in a bored tone.

"Ryo! You're no fun!" Sengoku whined with a cute pout on his face.

Ryoma's lips twitched but he controlled himself and rolled his eyes. "You are such a child sometimes, Kiyosumi. Just go wait over there and as soon as I'm done, you can come back to the hotel with me and help me pack."

"Brat!" Sengoku huffed playfully before ruffling Ryoma's hair with a mischievous smile.

"Goku!" Ryoma said indignantly as Sengoku turned around and walked towards the designated waiting spot with a happy laugh.

Ryoma shook his head and let a happy smile appear on his face. He had truly missed Sengoku. It had been three years, back when Ryoma was twelve and Sengoku was fourteen, since he had met Sengoku in Ireland. His family had been vacationing and Ryoma was touring for volleyball. He had, quite literally, been taken off his feet by the happy-go-lucky fourteen year old.

"Ryoma! Time to go!" Nanjiro called.

Ryoma started and looked at the time. Ten minutes had passed! Ryoma had spent the whole ten minutes remembering his meeting with Sengoku and the time had just flown past him.

"Come on, Goku!" Ryoma said excitedly, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door and the car waiting outside.

"Whoa Ryo! You're sure in a hurry!" Sengoku said with an amused smile and a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Che. It's been three years since I've seen you." Ryoma said as if that explained everything and, in a way, it did.

Sengoku smiled softly and allowed the 15 year old to drag him to the Mustang parked out front of the community center they were in.

Ryoma pulled him into the car and sat him down right next to him. "You're too slow, Goku!" Ryoma teased as the car pulled away from the curb.

Sengoku stuck his tongue out at Ryoma then focused on the warm feeling in his hand. He looked down at his hand and blushed lightly when he saw that Ryoma still had his hand captured in his. Ryoma looked down at their entwined hands, after seeing his friend distracted, and blushed furiously. He pulled his hand away from Sengoku's and used his other hand to pull his cap down over his eyes.

"So." Ryoma started slightly awkwardly. "How have you been?" he asked.

"I've been alright. Just waiting for you to join my sport." Sengoku said with a smirk after noticing his friend's blush. "What about you?"

"Touring the world. I am now finished with my boxing tour so now I can start my next one when this school year is over." Ryoma said with a tired sigh. Touring the world for a different sport was incredibly taxing. He would spend his whole school year learning it then go on tour for it at the end of the year. This year's sport, however, was something that he didn't have to learn too much about. He knew all the ins and outs of this sport.

"What is your next one?" Sengoku asked, thinking that maybe he would get lucky and Ryoma would finally be in the one sport that he played.

"Dad doesn't want me telling anyone about it. It's top secret." Ryoma lied smoothly. He couldn't wait to see Sengoku's expression when he found out.

"Well, whatever it is, I hope that I can see some of it." Sengoku said happily, buying the lie hook, line, and sinker.

"Oh you will, I guarantee it." Ryoma said with a smirk right as the car pulled up to the hotel. "Let's go, Goku! I need help with all of my packing. I leave in about two hours so I can't mess around."

A/n. And that's it for this one! Let me know what you think about this story! I hope you liked it and please review so I know your thoughts. Any guesses on who else is in Ryoma's group and what his nicknames are for them?

Cookies of your choice to whoever guesses any right!