HELLO TO ONE AND ALL! Here it is! The FIRST chapter of the new Mythic Brotherhood stories!

In case you have missed them, I have posted three new stories on TRAMMEL LINES that takes a look at some of the kids when they were very young.

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PLEASE READ!

Please be aware that these chapters are aimed at a mature audience. They will contain violence, male-male love and adult themes. THERE WILL BE YAOI!

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Disclaimer and acknowledgements: A few years ago, a wonderfully talented person called Takeshi Konomi created a manga called Prince of tennis. Five years ago, I started to write an epic tale based on those characters. They still belong to him. However, all of the new ORIGINAL characters you are about to meet in these new chronicles belong to me. I will admit that the APPEARANCE of the children are based on different characters from other anime's but their own personalities belong to themselves. Just for the record, it was RUJI who first came up the names for Tezuka and Fuji's twins and kindly gave me permission to use them. She also suggested that Ryoma's son be called "Ponta" THANKS RUJI!

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Prologue

A violent electrical storm clawed its way across a dark night sky. Reaching out with fiery fingers, it shattered into many lines of dazzling silver brilliance that briefly lit up the black landscape below.

The harsh wind accompanying the majestic display rose above the sullen mutter of thunder to howl wildly through the crags and passes of a brooding line of dark mountains before echoing noisily among bare valleys and stark canyons further down while another blaze of sky fire ripped its way through the realm.

It was swiftly followed by another that was joined by a clap of thunder and as a hot rain began to hiss down, the short lived flash illuminated the lofty peak of the highest mountain. A mighty granite stone castle became starkly visible before slipping back into the darkness; its crumbling spires and broken battlements challenging the night as it lay in its uneasy slumber.

The mighty palace had once been home to a huge garrison of Dark Hunters, but now it was mostly deserted. The scant handful of Lyrium who dwelt there had escaped from the carnage of a terrible war and had since lost their taste for fighting. Now, their only interest was surviving and as the storm raged about their home, those living within shuddered as they cowered from its fury.

Inside the castle, the thick walls reduced the winds scream to a chilling moan. On the wall, many torches set into ornate holders flickered and guttered fitfully as Kincho shuffled towards the throne room. Curling his upper lip, the old demon showed the ragged stumps of his broken teeth as he shrugged himself deeper into the feeble warmth of his dusty cloak.

He'd seen just over two million winters and each cold turn of the season seemed too feel harsher than the last but it wasn't the bitter frost seeping into his bones that made him shiver and growl as he approached a thick wooden door.

He had once been a high ranking Dark Hunter in the service of Aion, but those glory days had now turned to dust. His illustrious ruler had fallen at the conclusion of the dark conflict that had seen the end of Raidon and the return of dragon's power. With the hornless Lyrium overlord gone, his pitifully few remaining forces had fled the battlefield.

Rushing back to the under dark, they had slammed the castle doors behind them where they had lived out a miserable existence ever since.

Two painfully long years had passed. Bereft of a true king, the population had fought among themselves until the day a strong young demon had emerged from out of nowhere to name himself ruler. Now, three years on, the realm was slowly starting to recover but there were still too few higher ranking Donn to be true Dark Hunters. With the added decrease of Serpentara, the increase of Lyrium powers looked to be a long, slow process and the chance of a glorious return to the old days felt like a distant dream.

Today, the king had summoned him as chancellor and hoping that his ruler was planning to conspire against those who had forced them so low, the old demon suddenly froze as the deep shadows to his left started to move.

Extending his wings, Kincho snarled a challenge. A growl of thunder reached him from outside and dark scowl deepening, the old Hunter lashed his whip like tail as his crimson eyes probed the gloom.

Lifting his powers, he caused his feral orbs to flare bright scarlet; a savage roar rolling out from the depths of his throat as his clawed hands glowed with dark light. Taking a bold step forwards, the former Hunt captain bellowed a brazen demand that the hidden creature lurking just out of his field of vision reveal itself.

A low pitched chuckle floated lazily out of the shadows causing Kincho to startle as his curved back abruptly snapped ram rod straight. Jaw snapping shut, he felt a jolt of excitement race through him; his heart beating fast as his breath caught in his throat. He knew that laugh and as hope blazed hot within his tight chest, Kincho suddenly fell to his knees then stared up at the intruder in awe.

Long white hair waved and a long backed ivory coat rippled and swayed with every move its hornless wearer made. Lifting a clawed hand, the newcomer drew his right index finger across his white eyebrows; the narrow purple eyes beneath glittering with malicious pleasure behind his oval glasses as he spoke.

"Greetings commander Kincho. Please tell that sorry son of a cave worm who dares call himself king that the rightful ruler of the under dark has come home."

Pushing to his feet, Kincho's smile held no trace of humor as he bowed low and prepared to carry out the speaker's bidding.

"It shall be a great pleasure, my lord Aion."

Chuckling cruelly, the old Hunter whirled about. Straightening his back, he marched proudly to a thick wooden door. Setting his hands firmly against it, he quickly pushed so it swung inwards with a loud tortured groan.

Striding into the large throne room, Kincho ignored the mumbling courtiers within to walk directly to his current king's high seat.

"What is this?" the demon upon the throne silkily demanded while frowning darkly at his chancellor. "Show your king the proper respect or die where you stand."

Extending his wings, Kincho stood defiantly in the face of his ruler's annoyance.

"I no longer bow to you your majesty." he sneered while slurring the last word into a harsh insult. "I bow only to the rightful ruler of this realm!"

Deliberately turning his back on his glaring former overlord, Kincho haughtily addressed those gathered before the throne.

"Onto your knees!" he thundered while waving a pompous arm at the room's open main door. "Our true lord and master; the mighty Aion, has returned to us!"

An instant ripple of shocked surprise raced around the chamber as startled eyes drank in the sight of the tall hornless Lyrium now strolling casually into their midst.

White coat giving off a soft leathery whisper with each arrogant step he took, Aion walked to the throne then leered up at the demon sitting there.

"You sir, have taken my seat." he all but purred as his fierce orbs drilled into the smug dual colored eyes of the other. "I'll be taking it back now."

Aion had fully expected to see his usurper scream and run in terror of his life. Yet to the ruler's vast surprise, the young Lyrium leaned forwards to steeple his fingers while smoothly answering the imperious command.

"I must admit that I'm not all that overjoyed to see you...father."

Upon hearing the parental title, Aion startled for a moment. Swiftly recomposing himself, his brow wrinkled as he mounted the dais to study the youth with open hostility.

Frankly returning his rightful king's intense gaze, the other sat back in his chair to smile serenely.

"You are either very brave or completely insane." grumbled Aion after a few seconds. "Who are you?"

Running the fingertips of his right hand over the high collar of the ivory leather coat he wore, the stranger voiced a sinister chuckle before chillingly replying that he wasn't insane; just creatively weird.

Rapidly losing the tiny shred of patience that had been the thing only stopping him from blasting the usurper into atoms, a snarling Aion demanded an answer as his upturned left palm filled with a hissing, crackling dark fire ball.

"Mother always did say you had a vile temper." Unexpectedly pushing to his feet, the stranger laughed as he flicked at his short white hair with well manicured hand. "Tell me this; do you remember a strong young woman named Michiteiru?"

Hearing the name, Aion frowned deeply then startled as recognition dawned within his brain.

She'd been a well bred Thleerum female that his Dark Hunters had captured during one their raids on the mortal realm. Incredibly beautiful, she'd quickly fallen victim to Aion's insatiable lust yet she'd faced his unbridled passions without fear and had continued to glare defiantly throughout the worst of his brutal attacks on her tender young body.

Having proven her strength (as far as he was concerned), Aion had grudgingly come to admire her grit. Forcing the deadly ways of the Dark Hunters upon her, Aion had made her a general. Yet still he pushed his unwelcome attentions upon her and it was only when her belly began to grow huge and round that he finally backed off.

Aion knew how much she hated him so he'd started to treat her with open contempt. After all, he had given her the honor of his interest and if she didn't want to fully submit to his will or happily bear his offspring then she was no longer worthy of his time.

The last he'd heard of her was that she had fled with her new born son and he hadn't cared a whit at that time. But now that he was unexpectedly facing the result of those frantic unions, Aion smirked as he noticed for the first time just how much the young man's handsome features roughly mirrored his own.

"Oh yes, I remember her." Aion sneered while giving his glasses a little push with his index finger. "She could have been my queen if she hadn't been so stupid."

"My mother was little more than a child yet you raped her without mercy." the other shot back.

Lips curving into a disturbing grin, the white haired male stepped past his sire to lightly descend from the throne.

"But I don't want to talk about that now." Turning around, his blue eye twinkled wickedly while his grey one gazed slyly at Aion. "I find young boys better sport than girls that are not quite women and I know of a few that could serve our purpose well."

"Ours?" rumbled Aion crossly as his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Yes ours." continued the other in the same deep silky smooth yet sinister tones he'd used from the second they had first met. "While you have been cowering Pandemonium knows where for the last few years, I have been busy. Now come father, let me show you the fruits of my labor."

Grinding his teeth, Aion's first impulse was to kill the rash young adult on the spot. However, his curiosity was overriding his anger and swallowing down his annoyance, he followed his offspring from the throne room.

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Ten years later, Aion stood proudly beside his son as they both stared into a large cage. Satisfaction and pleasure showing in their cruel orbs, the two white haired demons toyed with their glasses as they casually observed the creature lurking within.

Its smooth skin was black with dark blue highlights that showed whenever the monster shuffled into a beam of light thrown from one of the many torches set in the damp walls.

Moving on two muscular legs, it stretched powerful arms ending in wickedly clawed hands. Large curving talons adorned its dragon like feet and small clouds of foul smelling smoke puffed from its dog like muzzle every time it breathed. Dark shaggy hair covered its head that hung down to half obscure its blank white eyes and grumbling, it reared up to stand at its full ten foot height while nosily rustling its large bat like wings.

All around the room, other such creatures resided behind strong iron bars while elsewhere about the castle's extensive dungeons, more of the genetically produced monsters snarled and groaned in the gloom.

"I call them; "The shadow flash." stated Aion's son importantly."The final triumph and best creation of magically enhanced crossbreeding that my alchemists can produce."

Nodding his approval, Aion laid a comradely hand upon the other's shoulder.

"You have done well Muraki. The first one we sent out ten years ago provided all the information we needed to improve the breed. Now all we need to do is test our new Hunters on the mighty gold himself."

"And once we have him under our control..." purred Muraki, "...we can use him to open the time rift and rule every realm in creation."

Callous laughter filled the air. It rose up to float against the ceiling before echoing through the palace to fill the ears of all who heard it with its malice.

Out on the battlements and turrets of the castle, more than a thousand strong Dark Hunters threw their heads back to join in the laughter. The harsh sound of brutal mocking lifted into the gloomy sky and was soon carried away into the night.

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Mythic Brotherhood Proudly presents: "Children of the Brotherhood"

Chapter one: "A provision for the future."

Story: Tora Macaw.

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Tezuka Kunitake squirmed restlessly in his seat. Glancing quickly from his test papers to the black board and back again he became increasingly aware of the warm spring sunshine streaming in through a nearby window beating uncomfortably against his back. Stifling an urge to yawn as the heat made him drowsy, the fifteen year old youth vigorously scratched at the back of his neck while he tried (and failed) to focus his rebellious mind on the task at hand.

The soft sound of a chair lightly scraping nearby made him glance up and smiling, he met the stern gaze of his brother. The boys were twins but far from identical. Even though Kunitake's egg had been taken from their mother first, Kunisuke had been the first to hatch and was therefore considered to be the oldest of the pair by two minutes. He had inherited his father's height and proud nature. But despite the coldness that often coated his russet eyes, he possessed a calculated sense of humor wed to the occasional serene smile thanks to his mother's genetic influence. Closing his eyes, he briefly tilted his head; the sunlight momentarily shining on his gleaming crown of messy golden-brown hair before his expression once more became one of intense concentration.

Carefully placing his pen on his desk, Kunitake raised his left hand to slowly run it through his sandy-gold hair as his brilliant sapphire orbs drank in a question that had been bothering him. Fully aware that he'd receive no help from Yuki if he asked, the lanky teenager ignored his silent bond mate and opened his mind to gently touch that of his twin.

'Jsier, what is the answer to number 57?'

Stern orbs momentarily flickered in his direction before an authoritive young voice effortlessly invaded his brother's thoughts.

'If you had studied your human history like you'd been told to, you'd know the answer, Heurfjz.'

Slightly rolling his eyes in mock exasperation, Kunitake gave his twin a quiet silvery chuckle before his mental speech took on a wheedling quality.

'Awe come on big brother, you KNOW you want to help me.'

'Don't look at me with that tone of voice.'

Fighting down an urge to sigh, Kunisuke settled for laying his pen aside and lightly rubbing the side of his nose with his right fingertips. Kunimitsu Tezuka had warned him before about "helping" Kunitake with his school work. He'd clearly stated that both of his sons needed to learn how to work independently, but the second hatched of the pair always somehow ended up conning his elder into assisting him.

The mighty gold had been furious when he'd once discovered Kunisuke doing his brother's grade two home work and even though he'd now reached his middle teen years, the proud boy still flinched whenever he thought of his royal father's king sized wrath.

Pretending to shuffle his close to completed test papers, Kunisuke temporarily shifted his focus onto Kagakuyuki.

All during their younger years, the stoic angel man had used his powers to watch over his bond mate without human awareness. But as time had rolled by, he had become bored with his largely inactive roll of unseen observer and had devised a few plans to be more productive with his time. However, his first day posing as a substitute teacher had been a disaster when Kunitake's devious young mind had devised a few annoying ways to torment him.

His favorite prank in class had been the old "why?" routine. Every time he'd tried to teach something, Kunitake would sit up straight, smile sweetly and ask "why?" Yuki would explain; only to be hit with another innocent:"why?" until the game had driven him to distraction.

The child's other most loved past time had been the; "I'll copy everything you do." game which had led to some rather hair raising moments. Not only would Kunitake effortlessly repeat every single thing the disguised angel man uttered, he could also speak a second or two ahead of his guardian thanks to the powerful mind links his bond with the Hikari had given him.

It had often spooked the daylights out everyone around them whenever Kunitake had pulled his little trick and during the following years, Yuki's playful bond mate continued to pull harmless; but embarrassing practical jokes at his expense.

Yet Yuki could never be angry because his little friend always made up for his outrageous day time behavior by being affectionate and attentive at night and Yuki always smiled whenever he thought of the boy's displays of childish devotion. He'd race to fetch Yuki his slippers or a drink or a bite to eat if he needed one and as Kunitake grew, he had learned to cook some of the best meals Yuki had ever eaten; even if they were booby trapped with hot spices every now and then.

It was only when the boy had hit fifteen that Yuki had found the answer to his problem. Assuming a human disguise, he'd simply enrolled himself as a student of Seishun and as a fellow class mate, he'd been more or less immune to Kunitake's pranks ever since.

"Besides..." Kunisuke mused as he turned his thoughts back onto his brother, "...he has grown old enough to give up on such nonsense... well, most of the time at least."

Lips curving as he recalled Yuki's "first day" at high school, Fuji's oldest son wondered if anyone would ever get used to the idea of having a six foot tall "teenager" in their midst.

'JSIER!'

Hearing the second part of his dragon name being shouted directly into his brain made Kunisuke jump slightly before sending a fire freezing death glare at his twin.

With his eyes closed, his head tilted to the left and serene smile lighting up his beautiful feminine face, it appeared that butter wouldn't melt in Kunitake's mouth as he silently pleaded for his brother to relent.

Hastily writing down the last of his answers, Kunisuke muttered under his breath: "I hope father dosn't find out." before replying with an unheard by anyone else; '1666... The great fire of London.'

'Ooh yes!' laughed Kunitake while furiously scratching out the information. 'I remember now! Dad said it was all caused by a silly young red dragon... now what was his name again?'

Across the room, Yuki cut into the private conversation with a stern; 'You should not cheat by asking your brother.'

'Well YOU won't help me.' came the playfully sulky reply. 'Anyway, dosn't all this bore you?'

'Human history is interesting.' said Yuki with a shrug. 'We Hikari can learn much from their mistakes.'

'Well we Dragon 'Bloods' find it boring, right bro?'

But Kunitake wasn't listening. All of his attention had homed in on the large clock hanging on the wall at the front of the class. In just a few seconds, the bell would ring and the time for tennis practice would commence.

Closing his eyes, Kunitake resembled his mother a lot when he smiled and the prospect of a good hard training session always stirred his soul. Touching Kunisuke's mind once more, he began their ritual count down.

'Five, four...'

'...three, two...'

"One." Yuki flatly finished for them as the bell loudly shrilled its strident message of freedom.

Swiftly stuffing their books into their bags, Fuji's sons quickly handed in their test papers before rapidly trotting into the hall. Hearing a loud friendly voice calling their names, the twins turned as one to greet Eiji's youngest son.

"Kaemon!" grinned Kunitake. "Had a good morning?"

The long groan coupled to the red head's look of suffering spoke volumes.

"We had a surprise math test nya. I hate teachers."

"Oh come now, it wasn't all that bad." chuckled a new voice and lifting his left arm, Kunitake gave his friend's brother a polite wave.

"Saa... Masahiro, we had a history test."

Just then, Kunisuke lifted his chin to speak to Takeshi's son. The tan haired youth was pushing his way through the crowd to eagerly return his captain's greetings.

"It's a good day for tennis! I can't wait to try out my new racket!"

"Mada, mada, da ne." said yet another voice by his ear and turning, the young dragon nodded to his dark haired friend.

"Ponta, I am going to beat you today."

Just as Ryoma's smirking offspring was working up a bratty reply, the eerie sound of two next to identical voices speaking as one rang out with an eager; "Good data." as Inui's children quickly wrote in their note books.

Seeing that all members of the new team Seigaku were present, Kunisuke firmly suggested that they head for the tennis courts.

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To Be Continued...

Next up, the parents come to visit, the girl's tennis team gives the boys a run for their money and danger threatens as old foes bring out new enemies...

Dragon names: Kunisuke and Kunitake affectionately use the second word of their secret dragon names when addressing each other in school.

Jsier; Ocean

Heurfjz: Rainbow

Their full names shall be revealed later.

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