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I don't own Prince of Tennis. And just so that we don't have any legal problems, I don't own Chicago either. Enjoy the story, leave me a review if you please!

Chapter 1: Oishi and Chi-town

In a small dismal place that the hommies called Chi-town, in an ally so small only the most fo-shizzling folks knew were it was, Shuichiro Oishi was lost, confused, and cornered by three glaring gangstas. It wasn't Oishi's fault, or at least, he hoped it wasn't. He had been trying to re-locate his small print shop in a bigger, classier city. So of course, it would either be New York or Chicago (the shop had first opened in Long Grove, IL). But he had chosen Chicago, or as Eiji called it, 'Chi-town.'

Speaking of Eiji, Oishi began to wonder where his business and all-around partner had wandered off too. He was supposed to be looking for their apartment (331 north dawg in on the north side) but must've gotten sidetracked, because when Oishi did eventually find the apartment, Eiji was gone.

And so Oishi had set off to look for his lost lover in the big city, only to have bumped smack-dat into three very agitated, tired gangstas who had just gotten released from "the pound", or as we normal folks call it, jail.

He knew he couldn't win in a fight. He might be able to outrun them, but he wasn't entirely sure…these guys were pretty buff. He didn't think yelling for help was any good, it was almost 2 in the morning. So that left trying to talk his way out of this, which he wasn't sure he could do, either. But he had to give it a shot. He cleared his throat.

"Ehehe…g-g-good evening, gents…" He stammered and hoped he didn't look to nervous.

The first guy, an African American bodybuilder with a huge fro and tons of bling, looked down on the poor innocent businessman. "Dawg, you kno what 'appenes to du unluckeh dawg who 'esses w'th the hommie brodahs?" (Translation: Dude, you're pissing me and my friends off)

Oishi glanced nervously at the guy next to him. He was at lease 6"3, but kind of fat. He had at least 10 piercings, and tattoos all over his arms. "yaaaah, you tell 'em, Jo-man my homie-g!" (translation: go kick his ass, Jo-man)

"hehe, lookit the li'lle dawg, 'e just fo-shizzled his pants!" The third guy let out a huge belly laugh. He was almost too skinny, with skin that was a might too bit pale, and long, dark hair. He wore a long leather trench coat. "Hey, home dawgs, lesse 'ow much cold green this guy can g've us. Anthen w'll buy us some bling." (translation: mugg him)

Oishi knew this was bad news. He needed to think quickly, wasting time could mean being robbed, or worse…! No, he couldn't think like that. Not if he wanted to get out of here alive. That first guy…his name was Jo-man, wasn't it. Hmmmm.

"Uh…s-so you're the "hommie brodahs? I've heard of y-y-you…I h-h-heard that you…gulp" This wasn't good. He was loosing it. He needed to stay focused.

"Yeuh, w'ere the hommie brodahs, an' o'course you 'eard of uz. Cos w'ere like, phunk yo'." The pale thin guy snapped his fingers. "Hey, Jo-man, mah hommie g, les giv 'em the lowdown." (translation: yeah, we're famous and all that sh. Jo-man, kindly introduce us?)

Jo-man struck a pose. The other two started making weird "gangsta" sounds, and Jo-man rapped along.

"Yo yo, mah name iz Jo-man, I'm the first hommie g, of the hommie brodahs, that's the home dawg three yo', we got bling we got faim, we got the girls we got ghetto yo'. An' we're the hommie brodahs, yeah.

There's the second hommie g, he's a son of a bit, he's got no good side to him, yeah, we call 'im Bis oh yeah oh yeah…(he pointed to the fat guy)

And then there's the third part, he's the brains o' duh trains, he got that creepy thin body and that cool cool skin, he's the last awesome homedawg of the hommie dawg three, yeah, his name's Antonio Bob Sylvester Albert Rogers! but we call 'em ABS

And then the last, awesome part, of the hommie brotha's three, we got no bat-"

'BBBBUUUURRRRNNNNIIINNNNGGG! BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNING!"

CRASH POW GOLLY GOSH GEE DANG WHIZ NO! MAJOR A KICKEN' HERE

Unfortunately for them, The hommie brodahs didn't get to finish they're song. Because at that moment, police inspector Takashi was on patrol duty, meaning he had a gun. Which meant…death for all those who broke the laws…shudder

Well, all this caught Oishi by surprise. Maybe it was all the excitement of moving to a new city, maybe it was the awful song the gangstas had been singing, maybe it was the three beers he had drank before going out to look for Eiji…it was probably those beers…sneaky things…anyway, the last think Oishi heard before he fainted was three shots fired and a horrible, wretched scream of "BUUUUUUURNING BULLETS!"

…to be continued

So, how'd everyone like it? I can't wait to show you who the other characters are…oh man I have this huge thing for Kaoru…insert maniacal laughter here anyway, I would appreciate three reviews.

That's the "low down", my hommies! Three reviews 'till the next chapter! Until then, fo-shizzle out!