Summary:Echizen Ryoma, the famed freshman headmaster of Seishun Gakuen, is mostly referred to as the 'Temujin'. Cold-hearted and 'Iron Ruler', he punishes the students over the tiniest mistakes. How could this arrogant ruler fall in love with the Seigaku's 'ace'- Ryuuzaki Sakuno?
Pairing:RyoSaku. \m/
Rating:T. but nothing vulgar. I will lower the rate if people will say so.
Warnings:None at the moment. :)
Disclaimer:I own nothing, just this fic. Some of the lines are adapted, too. Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi and I'm not intending to steal his work. :)
Prologue: Meet the Temujin
"Get the fuck off of me!" a girl screamed while trying to release herself from the grips of two smirking men as they dragged her to a certain room.
"Heh? Then make us. Why did you even do that when you knew that it's against his rules? You know too well that Temujin-sama doesn't like it when people stand against him," one of them said rather mockingly. The girl growled and tried to pounce on them, but no use. Suddenly, they stopped as they reached their destination; a huge set of oak doors that will make you wonder whether it is a part of the school. The lass fell silent as she stared at the doors in horror, her gaze not registering the other man quietly opening those doors. She just felt herself being thrown inside, her ivory skin mercilessly colliding with the cold, hard ground.
"It's show time."
The doors closed; the traces of previous men were all gone. The girl was in brink of tears. She looked up, facing the smug-looking Temujin. She felt a completely foreign feeling enveloping her. Feeling that she never thought she would ever feel – fear.
The Temujin is sitting on a sofa; his right leg propped on top of his left. His head is resting on the tips of his fingers which are supported by his elbows on the arm rest of the sofa. He's looking at her admiringly, but he is smirking, which meant no good.
There is always no good happening inside the headmaster's or counselor's room or most people refer as 'hell'.
"Te-temujin-sama…" the girl whimpered.
The Temujin didn't pay attention to her, and instead, tilted his head slightly, urging the secretary to speak. The man nodded, producing a green notebook in his eye level as he adjusted his spectacles. He cleared his throat. "Masahiro Haruka. Class E, senior. Has broke the school rules by trying to seduce one of the teachers to pass the subject she is failing. English, Geology, and Physics – D. Music, Home Eco-…"
"Enough." The 'Temujin', for once, spoke; his tone emotionless. His eyes narrowed; but his smirk grew wider. "Kick 'it' out."
"No! Please! Temujin-sama!" the girl pleaded, tears flowing from her eyes. The Temujin paid no heed with it. He stood up, as well as his eight companions who were sitting behind him from the start, ready to leave the room.
The girl wailed and ran towards him; kneeling and holding on to his leg. "Temujin-sama…"
He tilted his head slightly upwards and wrinkled his nose, showing that he looks downon the poor girl. The sunlight hitting his face made his emerald hair glint and his eyes glow dark and sharp. He lifted the girl's chin with his right foot, amber eyes staring to big blue ones. He smirked yet again.
"Mada… mada… dane."