Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. If I did, the English would sound SO much better.

BANG. Let the annual Prince of Tennis Hunger Games... begin.

"What are the best middle schools listed?"

"Rikkaidai Fuzoku, Hyoutei Gakuen, and... Seigaku."

"Seigaku? I hear they have a freshman."

"They have that Tezuka guy."

"Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"Let's rig the tournament. There's no way we can defeat that Tezuka guy, so let's stick in that freshman."

"There's no need to rig it. I have it all figured out."

"Ryoma Echizen, huh? By the way, I like your suit. Black suits you! Get it? HUH?"

~SEIGAKU~

"Dismissed. Regulars stay." Ryuzaki announced. The air felt tense and the atmosphere was threatening.

Reluctantly, the regulars gathered with the clattering of footsteps and the creak of the gate. The Seigaku regulars had just completed their rather harsh training with threats of oddly colored juice to drink.

Sweat rolled down the sides of their faces and splashed on the floor. All the regulars except Tezuka appeared at the courts.

"Where's Tezuka?" Oishi inquired. Breath shortened and the others silently listened in.

"Preparing for today's tournament." She replied shrugging it off.

"Or he's living it up at a club with purple dinosaurs. Everything's better when it's purple!" Kikumaru

"Care to explain? Not you Kikumaru-sempai." Ryoma demanded.

"A tennis tournament?" Kawamura asked. They all quietly agreed amongst themselves.

"No. It's a fight to the death. We've been informed that you are to go, now." Ryuzaki sighed in a depressed tone. The Seigaku regulars stood there in awe. They're faces showed sheer terror and disbelief. (A.N. - Something like this: O_O)

"This isn't some cartoon. What the hell is going on here? This is... this is too quick!" Momo slammed his fists onto the fence.

"This is retarded. We're just gonna run out into our deaths? What. The. Fuck." Kaidoh scowled.

The gates creaked open and footsteps filled their ears.

"Be quiet. This has been decided and we have no choice. The buses are here." Tezuka arrived in his Seigaku jersey looking cold and stoic.

A dozen buses arrived on the scene. They were each filled with one team. The teams were Fudomine, St. Rudolph, Yamabuki, Hyotei, Josei Shonen, Rokkaku, Rikkaidai, Shitenhoji, Higa, and the American Team.

There were two vacant buses waiting for them. They easily spotted the bus labeled "Seigaku".

"What the—there's no way I'm gonna get into that thing after what I've heard." Kaidoh grimaced. People from different teams didn't look too pleased either. Some were looking at the courts in Seigaku, using the opportunity to spy, if they would survive this thing.

That's when Seigaku noticed. Everyone had their eyes on them. Pride can kill.

Momo was pondering if he should make a break for it, when suddenly he noticed movement. Ryoma was boarding the bus. That started the chain reaction. They funneled into a coach bus with pretty little gadgets all around. Slowing settling in, they noticed a boy, probably in his teens standing at the front.

"Welcome. To the games." A malicious smile crossed his lips as he walked down the isle. He only held a clipboard and a black pen. Dressed in a black suit, he seemed... ordinary.

"All teams should see me from the monitors located at the front of the bus. After finishing up with Seigaku, I'll move onto the other teams. We will now choose the real competitors to board the last bus. Before you ask any questions, please know that everything will be explained later." He raised his finger up to his mouth to signal to refrain-from-asking-impolite-questions. The young tennis players just stared and tried to keep up with his fast speech.

"Will the captain of this team step forward?" He gestured Tezuka to come up.

"Now, if you will, please pick a piece of paper from the box." He pulled out a white box. Tezuka glared slightly and gently pulled out a paper.

With an attempt to make it dramatic, the man slowly took his time and read the name out.

"Ryoma Echizen."

Now, that wasn't much of a surprise. Why? Because it just wasn't.

Ryoma was led outside of the bus and onto the last bus that read: COMPETITORS.

"Now for Hyotei Gakuen." The man took out a different box and had Atobe pick out a name. Again, he stressed out the name:

"Gakuto Mukahi."

The other names were read aloud:

"Akira Kamio, Yuuta Fuji, Kiyosumi Sengoku, Hiroshi Wakato, Ryou Kisarazu, Akaya Kirihara, Kintaro Toyama, Rin Hirakoba, and Michael Lee." Shusuke cringed and stared in shock. Akutsu seemed genuinely annoyed and disappointed.

"No captains?" Gakuto asked recovering from pure surprise.

"Captains weren't put in the draw. They are needed to coach and earn sponsors from the background. Coaches aren't part of this little tournament."

Still on Seigaku grounds, the 11 competitors entered the bus. However, they didn't know that there were others in the bus already. The man in black followed them on the bus and smirked.

"Well it's about time we all head out. Once we get to the headquarters, everything will be explained.

They were all thinking on the same terms: Eff. My. Life.

So how was it? To be honest, I wasn't really satisfied with this chapter. Hopefully it'll get better. -_-

Any point of views you prefer? I was thinking of using Akaya for the next chapter!

Any advice? Any reviews? Any – thing?

I don't intend to put in any of the Hunger Game characters, unless you want to.

This is a recent story I made, so if I happened to copy anyone, LET ME KNOW IMMEDIATELY! I'll fix it. I know that most stories follow a similar thing.

Would you prefer that the characters just died? Or that the audience thinks they died, but they actually get teleported back and they reveal themselves after the games?

First time putting curses into a story, just trying to liven it up a little.

Well, see you later!

Random Recommendation:

Anime: Star Driver

Good Parts: Cute, romantic, and fun to watch. The songs are awesome.

Bad Parts: A little inappropriate, "kiss through the glass" and some exaggerated shots of the body.

Song: /watch?v=9k9m4DRhB5o (add the youtube . com part)