AN: While this is a crossover fic, I believe this can be read without having previous knowlege of Gakuen Heaven. Knowing the characters and story of the game/anime would, however, be helpful in understanding some of the dialouge between the non Prince of Tennis characters. Fuji and Eiji are new to the school too, so they will be introduced to the characters, which allows outsiders to read without knowing the characters.

Warning: Aspects of this story will contain shinen-ai and yaoi. This is the only boy/boy warning I will be giving, so read it carefully and remember.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis nor Gakuen Heaven.

"Ochibi!"

"Baka Sempai"

The Seigaku tennis club looked up from changing to see the acrobat and local tennis price in an ordinarily common situation. This time, however, things were a bit different.

"My uniform is becoming wet." Ryoma tried in vain to relieve himself of the wieght clinging to him from the side.

"Eiji-Sempai, why are you crying?!" Momoshiro, ever the blunt member, asked the question running through everyone's mind.

"It's all ending!" Eiji wails into Ryoma's neck, against the dubbed Ochibi's protests.

"Mada mada dane, Sempai."

"Five minutes," The ever stoic buchou reminds his team.

Reluctantly, Eiji releases his prey to change for his last practice at Seishun Gakuen, avoiding the mysteriously open eyes of Fuji.

"Alright team, since this is the last practice of the year we are going to end a little early," Ryuzaki-sensei announced as she blew the whistle signaling everyone to line up.

"Remember, with five of our regular positions open, anyone of you could take one of the coveted spots. Don't let this short break also be a laps of practice. Now, go home."

The team quickly left the tennis courts to begin a lethargic walk to the locker rooms. While changing, the Seigaku regulars all seemed oddly downcasts, including Ryoma.

"Nya, my Ochibi will be lonely!" Eiji took this opportunity in the lull in conversation to grasp onto his kouhai mercilessly.

"Eiji, are you sure you want you last memories of Echizen to include dismembering you?" Fuji wisely instructed the sullen acrobat to leave Ryoma's side and continue to change.

Momo, witnessing the event, once again asks the question every one is thinking. "Tezuka-buchou,"

"I believe that title now belongs to Echizen-san."

"Alright, Tezuka-san, were are you going to high school?"

At this, the tennis club stopped gathering their belongings and listened to their beloved captains reply.

"I have received an offer from many schools in Germany due to scouts viewing my finale matches with Essenheimer-san before I flew back home."

"Nya, Tezuka-buchou is amazing! Going to school overseas!"

"What about you, Taka-san?"

"I'm going to be taking over the restaurant soon. My father's relying on me to keep the family business running, so I will attend the local senior high school."

"Inui-sempai?"

"Okinawa Collinary Arts Academy."

At the silent response, Inui simply sipped from his bottle of Inui-Juice and wrote this precious data in his journal.

"What about you Fuji-sempai?" At the unexpected voice of the Seigaku Freshman and recently appointed buchou of the next school term, Fuji opened his eyes to look at the other members.

"Fujiko and I are going to school together, nya! Right Fujiko!"

"Hai," Fuji nodded while Eiji alternated between hugging his kouhai and taking on a look of authority.

"We are going to Bell Liberty Academy to play tennis and other stuff. Fujiko says at least some of us regulars should be together after graduation, right Fujiko."

"Hai, Eiji," Fuji answers while watching Ryoma attempt, once again, to remove a persistent sempai from choking him.

"I've heard of that before," Momo stated with a furrowed brow. "Where is it?"

"Bell Liberty Academy, more commonly called BL Academy. Located on a remote island belonging only to the school. Known for its excellence in every field available. Only accepts the most talented students in each area of interest."

"Nya, Inui, you make it sound so boring!"

"I think it sound very impeccable," Tezuka corrected Eiji. "It is the best school in Japan."

"Wow! Eiji-sempai, Fuji-sempai, you really got in!" Momo stared at his seniors with awe visible in his eyes.

"Mada mada, Momo."

"What's that supposed to mean, Echizen!"

Ryoma simply stood and began his finale trek home as the Freshman regular of Seigaku.

"Eiji, if we don't get on the bus they will leave without us."

"But, Ochibi isn't here yet!"

Patting his friend on the shoulder, Fuji watches as Momo sets his and Eiji's luggage beneath the bus while Eiji continues to search for the white capped prince.

"I bet he overslept. Ne, Eiji-sempai."

"Ochibi, how cold!"

"Baka sempai."

At the voice, the three turn to see Ryoma sipping a Ponta and carrying his tennis racket.

"Ochibi, you do care, nya!" Ryoma successfully dodges Eiji's flying attack and walks toward Fuji and Momoshiro. "Nya, Ochibi see! You are cold!"

"Mada mada, Sempai."

"Nice of you to join us, Echizen-san." Fuji opens his eyes to look at the acrobat preparing for another attempt.

"Got you!." Eiji enthusiastically rubs his cheek against Ryoma's in victory.

"The bus is moving."

As Eiji is pondering Ryoma's answer to his farewell hug, Fuji quickly pulls him along to catch the swiftly departing bus.

"Good-bye for now, Fuji-sempai, Eiji-Sempai." Momo looks questioningly over at Ryoma as he whispers these words to his sempais' fading backs.