Hey, yes I am re-writing Twisted Reality, expanding on it and repairing the plot-rope that the plot-bunnies ate through. They need to be trained. (Takes mental note and sticks to their cage.) Now that that's done, if you have any ideas for this story please tells, I need all the help I can get. Ah now onto the story. (absently pats the plot-bunny on her lap and gets bitten)
Disclaimer: PoT is not mine nor are any of the characters.
Chapter One- New Morning
Ryoma really didn't want to wake up today, he had what was commonly known as New School syndrome, he was starting at Hyotei Academy. His father had wanted him to go to Seishun Academy or Seigaku as it was more commonly known as, but he really didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps, even if his was a legend to all tennis fans and players around the world. Ryoma just wanted to start in his own way, make a name for himself where people don't know him where he wasn't just a copy of his father. Hell that was the main reason they came to Japan in the first place. Sure he was a 4 time junior champion but even after all that he was known as 'Samurai Junior' in recognition of his father 'Samurai Nanjiro'.
Hyotei was supposed to be good at tennis but they weren't the regional champions. It was a school for the wealthy people and business heirs so that they could make connections with people of their own supposed level. The uniform was the only thing that didn't really agree with me, white, red and green, such an interesting combination. The shirt was white; the tie was a red that clashed horribly with the chequered dark green. He just hoped that you could edit them yourselves.
"Ryoma, are you done dressing yet? If you are, come down and eat breakfast before you go to school. Oji-san is dropping you of today since he has an idea that you don't know how to read directions"
Nanako called, his sister? well that's what she likes to think of herself, though
she's a cousin and not really his sibling, but he couldn't really argue with her because the whole family is pretty close... not. They hadn't had contact from his mother's part of the family since she passed away 5 years ago, damn rich bastards... Well most of them anyway.
"Dad would get more lost than I could ever get" Ryoma replied dragging himself out off his thoughts. After that, Nanako stayed silent, after all everyone in the family knew how air head the man was. After putting on the hideous uniform he went on to have breakfast, Nanako standing behind the stove cooking, it smelled like an omelette from here but you could never know, with her being the inventive cook that she is. After finishing the green omelet, he muttered a thank you in her direction and started to walk out the door when she called for him again.
"If you're looking for uncle he's at the temple" Why she felt the need to tell Ryoma this was anyone's guess. It wasn't like you would find him anywhere else; all he ever did was sit under the giant bell reading swimsuit magazines.
As he walked out he shivered at the slightly maniacal giggling that came from behind, he really didn't want to know what the girl found so funny. Her humour and the old man's were exactly the same, and normally that wouldn't bother him so much but when he was the reason they were laughing it was never a good idea to know what their imaginations came up with, he still had terrifying memories. You could definitely tell they were related will just the way they acted though at least she wasn't a pervert. Ryoma sighed in annoyance as he walked up the old path behind the house; it ran to a well kept Shinto temple. Location wise the house was closer to Seigaku then Hyotei but that hadn't stopped Ryoma from choosing to go there.
When Ryoma found the pervert he was sleeping under the bell, the wood knocker was lightly tapping with a shallow ringing sound. As he slowly crept closer to the sleeping man intent on waking the man up in an extremely uncomfortable way. Ignoring the buxom women on the front cover of the magazines he dragged the half full bucket of rain water and lifted it above the sleeping head.
And in three, two, one.
Ryoma poured the cold water over Nanjiro's head, jumping away when the soaked man rolled of the ledge, landing harshly on the ground, clouds of dust hovered around them. After a very loud yelling fit, (How could you do that to me? He whined loudly, sometimes Ryoma wonder how old he was) and a much bruised nose that looked like a melon at the moment. Ryoma looked at him impatiently, absently wondering how long he had until school started, it wouldn't do well to start his first day at school being late. "You were supposed to drop me off at school today" Ryoma reminded him calmly after it seemed like they were never going to get to the actual topic.
"Fine" He said looking longingly at the magazine he was reading, and sighed. "Let's Go then" By the tone of his voice he really didn't want to but as it was too late to catch the bus. Not that he really cared but being on time, but first impressions were important, that was something that his Mother had imprinted onto his brain while she was still alive. God knows someone had to teach him manners because Father and Ryoga definitely weren't going to. Ryoga, the son with a severe case of wanderlust, that hadn't called home in over 9 months. Oh well that was normal for him. Ah, he had finally gotten off his ass and was ready to go.
By the time they had arrived in front of the large steel fence that was framed by neatly trimmed hedges. After the rusty car had stopped, looking quite out of place surrounded by cars that look like they were worth at least 10 times more , Ryoma hurried to get out not wanting to hear the talk that was coming. "Ryoma, please don't get into trouble." His father whined, his head poking out from inside. "Hai, Hai" Ryoma replied tiredly, having had this conversation more than once with the annoying man. It wasn't exactly his fault that his opponent had ended up with a broken wrist; it was common sense that you don't stop the ball with your hand.
Stupid people.
As Ryoma walked down the yellow path that reminded him of something he had seen before, he once again realize exactly how big the school was. In the five minutes he had been there he hadn't seen one person. But as he got closer to the main building he could hear a commotion coming from around the back and promptly went the other direction, well tried to but that doesn't really work when you walk into what feels like a soft brick wall.
Kabaji Munehiro was getting something for 'ore-sama' when he walked into someone who he quite clearly remembered from staying at the Atobe branch house. Ryoma Echizen, one of the only people that he had ever seemed get under Keigo skin. Kabaji just put it down to how similar they were; both were extremely proud people, though Ryoma was a lot more sedated. Another thing was that they were both good at tennis, and had an almost even win record ever since they were children. There was another aspect to their arguments that he knew they had never looked at before – unresolved sexual tension, well as much as children could have anyway.
He knew this, the butlers knew this; hell their parents probably knew this and Kabaji was pretty sure there was a large betting pool about the outcome of their relationship. Kabaji knew this was going to be a long year, when you put those two together there was always a large commotion. He was actually feeling slightly sorry for the rest of the team; they had absolutely no idea what was going to happen, if they thought Atobe was bas now. He knew it would be a good idea to stock up on aspirin. He only hoped that they wouldn't be sharing a dorm together... wait, wasn't Atobe suppose to be sharing his room with someone now.
Oh hell no.
Kabaji knew that he let absolutely nothing onto his face, not even slight surprise at seeing the boy who he had last heard was in America finishing up a competition, using that same blank mask he had been wearing for years. If he wasn't wrong it had been Ryoma's idea in the first place, something about not having your opponent not being able to read you. The boy was intelligent after all and had ideas that most people would never think about, no matter how many people would like him to be simple minded, including Keigo who was in a state of complete denial.
Ryoma looked up at him smirking as a thought entered his mind. If Kabaji was here that meant the monkey king was here as well. "Kabaji," Ryoma called, making the taller boy look at him. "Don't tell the baka I'm here, this is going to be amusing." He almost felt the need to cackle madly as he got up.
Ha, it's done. Happy now? Good.
Now which one should I update next? It's up to my stalkers, you people to be precise. So tell me which you want.
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