Ok, so I know a few people have done this before but this is a little different as that I'll be writing everything the characters say or any important thing that happens in the concert instead of just the reactions. There will be some hints of slash, mostly Golden Pair because that's just what came out. I've got three more chapters written so far and we'll only update again once I've written at least one more chapter so that I can keep being three chapters ahead. Please read and review!

Oh, and I'll be doing all the concerts that have subtitles. I won't do the ones without because—sadly—I can't speak Japanese.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, TeniMyu, nor the Dream Lives… sadly.

"This font will be for the real regulars."

"This font will be fore emphasis and for the concert."

I'll try to make the characters less OC buts its kind of hard, especially for Tezuka.

Chapter One- The Beginning

The Seigaku regulars were more than bored as the heavy storm out side raged on. It was so bad that they hardly ever even saw a car go past the window.

Luckily though, they were all situated quite "comfortably" in the Fuji living room for some reason or other. And no, they "weren't" blackmailed into coming either, thank you very much.

They had all already been there for about two hours before it started to rain and they really had nothing to do. Earlier the sky had been so clear and even Inui had said that, "The chance of rain had only been 7 percent. This was not in my data." While Fuji just sat there with his ever-present smile and closed eyes.

Kikumaru Eiji looked at his best friend. "You knew it was going to rain, didn't you Fuji?"

"Saa," the tensai said a little too innocently.

Momo leaned back against the couch. "I'm bored, yo. There's nothing to do, nothing to do at all."

"Fsssh, stop complaining, baka."

The violet eyed teen sat up and glared at his bandana wearing teammate. "Who are you calling a baka, mamushi?"

"Who do you think? Fsssh," He fired back.

"Do you want a fight?!"

Oishi—Seigaku's mother-hen—stepped between the two who had now stood and grabbed each other's shirts. "Whoa, whoa, guys stop. We're going to be stuck here for awhile so can we please get along just for the next few hours?" He asked pleadingly.

The two glared at each other for a few seconds before letting go of each other just as roughly as they had grabbed hold of each other.

"Che, I hate being near the mamushi even for a second, but I guess I can try for a little longer."

Kaidoh walked over to stand next to Inui who was writing in his notebook. "And who said I want to be near you either peach butt?"

"Who you calling peach butt?!"

"Ano… guys, please don't start this again, really, a murder in Fuji's house will cause trouble for him." Taka said, scratching the back of his neck.

Fuji smiled at his friend. "Thank you Taka-san, but it wouldn't have been the first time."

"…"

"I'm joking." Everyone—minus Tezuka because he doesn't laugh… period—gave a forced chuckle.

"It was only an attempted murder." They looked at Fuji warily—yes, even Tezuka. "That was a joke too, you guys. You people need a sense of humor."

There was another forced laugh and even Tezuka looked—mildly—scared.

It was quiet for a second. "So, Fuji-senpai, who was it you tried to kill?"

"Did you say something Echizen?"

Before he could speak again, a hand covered his mouth. "Nya, ochibi, what are you saying? Are you trying to get killed?!" Eiji exclaimed, trying to keep quiet but not quite succeeding.

Tezuka closed his eyes and let himself lean back into the surprisingly comfortable couch.

There was no not getting a headache when he was around his teammates, and he wouldn't put it past Fuji to have somehow planned this for them all to suffer unbearable pain…

…Or at least for him to suffer an unbearable headache.

Suddenly there was a small bang as something landed on the coffee table. The all looked at the thing curiously.

"What is it, nya?" Eiji asked, quite shocked that something had fallen from the ceiling but also thinking it kind of cool.

"It looks like a DVD."

"There's a paper too." Oishi grabbed it and read out loud.

'To the Seigaku tennis players,

You don't know me; in fact, I'm from a different world,'

"A different world, nya?"

"What does that mean?"

'But I thought it would be quite amusing for you all to watch this concert called "Dream Live 1st" about a group of tennis players from Tokyo. You might recognize them. Actually, if you don't, I'll be quite shocked.

'This is a concert also from my world so it doesn't exist in yours sadly. And—in all—there are six of them. Please enjoy,

~M.B.

There was silence.

Inui pushed up his glasses. "This could be good data.

Fuji grinned. "I think we should watch it, Tezuka?"

"Aa," he had to admit, he was also curious.

And so, the started it.

Music started as people cheered and the stage was lit up. The logo of a orange, flaming tennis ball showed up on a background with purple and orange stars, the words reading "Dream Live 1st".

A picture of a person wearing a green bandana with the words "Kaidoh Karou" popped up on the screen.

Said boy's eyes widened. "Th-that's me,"

Eiji leaned forward. "Could this be about us, nya?"

The data player paused in writing in his notebook to look at the picture of his favorite kouhai. "My data says there is a 95 percent possibility that it is."

"Saa," Fuji continued to smile. "This should prove to be interesting."

The rest of the cast's pictures came up, proving that it was—indeed—about them.

A group of nine people—all in tennis jerseys—started dancing to music as lights lit the stage.

"We're dancing, nya!" Eiji grinned, moving along to the music. Oishi looked at his partner in amusement.

"With tennis rackets!" Momo added, also grinning.

The dance went on about three minutes before it ended.

The cast of nine members came up and stood in a line at the front of the stage, looking over the audience.

Oishi raised up an arm, "Hey guys! How's it going? The Musical, Prince of Tennis Dream Live 1st is going to be awesome!"

"Of course it is! Especially if Oishi say's so, nya!"

"Thanks Eiji,"

"No problem Oishi!"

"Thanks to your support, TeniMyu is able to give a concert at this fantastic venue!"

"Thank you!"

Oishi continued on, "Today is different from the normal musicals. It's a concert!"

The crowd cheered.

"We need your applause, cheers, and loud support!"

"Don't be afraid to jump up and show us your excitement!"

"Oishi-senpai gets enthusiastic, doesn't he?" Echizen smirked.

Inui pushed up his glasses and opened his book. "Playing tennis takes up 27 percent of his enthusiasm, watching his fish takes up 5 percent, and spending time with his friends is 17 percent."

"What's the other 51 percent Inui-senpai?" Kaidoh asked.

A smirk graced Inui's lips. "Spending time with Kikumaru."

Eiji grinned and glomped the blushing boy. "Oishi!"

Fuji leaned over to Tezuka. "They would make a good couple, right Tezuka?"

The buchou couldn't help it. "Aa,"

"Today we're going to give our best 'till the end. But first of all, let me introduce our brand new Echizen Ryoma!"

They blinked.

"Brand new?"

Echizen stepped up front.

"Ochibi-chan!"

Real life Echizen scowled at his Kikumaru-senpai who was covering his mouth and giggling.

"Here we go, Echizen, a word to the crowd."

"Yada!"

Echizen took a hold of his cap.

"Yo,"

"That's so like you Echizen!"

"Momo-senpai, that hurts."

Momo stepped forward. "You finished?"

"That's all?"

"Echizen, that's alright, you can step down."

"Sorry, thanks."

"It looks like everyone understands. It's okay now." Oishi grinned.

Eiji rested his head on Oishi's shoulder.

Taka and Fuji smiled as Inui bent his head to write more in his notebook.

"With this continued excitement, today, let's give our best till the end."

"You already said that Oishi-senpai, you did."

Oishi blushed again.

It was Momo's turn to speak. "Everyone! Are you ready? Second floor seats, you guys ready? Arena, you ready?"

"Alright, let's get going! Everyone, until the end, cheers and support us."

"Support us!"

The music started.