Well, hello again. This story was just a random idea, but read and enjoy!
Disclaimer~ Yeah, I don't own Prince of Tennis.
Prologue- Chapter 1
Summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall
Wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all
How sweet is the day
I'm craving a darkness
As I sit tucked away with my back to the wall
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
How much longer dear angels
Let winterlight come
And spread your white sheets over my empty house
Summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust
Forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust
Now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness
Leaving as trace only circles of rust
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
How much longer dear angels
Come break me with ice
Let the water of calm trickle over my doubts
Come let me drown
Angels no fire no salt on the plow
Carry me down
Bury me down
And the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth
And the landscape of merry and desperate drought
Once I knew myself
And with knowing came love
I would know love again if I had faith enough
Too far is next spring and her jubilant shout
So angels, inside
Is the only way out
"And that was Drought by Prince!" the radio announcer said cheerily. The show was a live broadcast of Prince, whose identity was unknown. All that was known about Prince was: 1. Prince was a male. 2. Prince appeared two years ago. 3. Prince came from the company 'Lights'. Prince only performed on the radio or TV. Always, a white cap would cover his face from sight, and no one knew his true identity other than the company, Prince's family, and Prince himself. Right now, two people exiting from the radio station actually knew Prince's true identity. Yup, you guessed it. It was Prince and his manager, Kevin Smith.
"Ah, good job today!" Kevin smiled, patting Prince on the back.
"Hn," came the reply.
"Ryoma, don't be so mean," whined Kevin. Ryoma sighed.
"What do you want?" Ryoma asked, straight to the point.
"Hm?" Kevin smiled. "What are you talking about, Ryo~?"
"If you didn't want me to suspect something was up, you shouldn't have called me Ryo," came the blunt reply. Kevin sighed.
"Alright, alright," Kevin sighed, hands up in defeat. "The company wants to transfer you to Japan."
"Heh. Japan?" Ryoma raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Interesting."
The song I used was Drought by Vienna Teng, an awesome singer. =3
This was the first chapter of my... third story? Yeah, third. Well, go ahead and criticize. I don't mind.
~Koyu