Summary: AU – Ryoma lived in a world where money and drugs ruled. There was no way of escaping, except to fight and keep on fighting until death freed him. He hated it, but loved it at the same time. Now, there's someone out there to destroy his world. Would he be willing to allow the only way he knew how to live to be destroyed or will he kill the person to save it?
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. This is purely fanmade.
Author's Note: Characters may be out of character. This fan fiction has nothing to do with the anime/manga and never will be related to it at all. It has a different plot line and has nothing to do with tennis. It may contain boy x boy and will have graphic violence later in the story. Rated M for smut, language, drugs, and violence.
Ready-FIGHT! : The Underground Fight Club
The crowd was loud, the city was bustling with life, and among them all in the far distance, somewhere on the bench in a park, sat a young boy. His white cap tipped to cover his face as he observed the society before his golden eyes. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his white jacket as he leaned slightly back into the brown bench. Wearing only gray shorts, it revealed his hairless, yet toned legs, stretching across the ground. A soft breeze sent the fallen leaves fluttering and his greenish black locks of hair to sway. Some few feet away, the young boy eyed a man with light brown hair walking with some woman. He was smiling, but it gave the boy shivers. It wasn't just an ordinary smile…it was a smile of a man who was scheming something horrible. His golden orbs darted away and fell upon a pair of men, one with black hair that was sort of bald-like and the other with dark red hair. The distinguishing band-aid on the red head's cheek made him stand out, causing the boy to wonder what happened to make him put on a band-aid. The other man was…just simple. There wasn't anything special about him.
The young boy looked away again, dropping his gaze to the floor. He began to kick his feet back and forth, sending up a dust of dirt. Stopping abruptly, his gaze flickered back up where he saw a man with spiky black hair yelling loudly at a man with a green bandanna. It was a heated conversation, almost leading to a full on fist fight, but the rules of society wouldn't allow that. The young boy knew all too well and as he predicted in his head, the two arguing men ended their quarrel by parting ways without a fight. At the sight of them walking away, the young boy smirked. He had found his recruitment. Standing up, he began to follow after the spiky, black-haired man. Shuffling through his pocket, he took out his cell phone and flipped it open. He scanned through his phone book and found the number labeled "Monkey King." He dialed and waited, listening to it ring about three times before the man picked it up.
"You called at the worst time," answered the voice on the other line with a very hoarse tone.
Somewhere in the background the boy could hear a woman moaning, some shuffling of blankets, and erratic breathing. Rolling his eyes, he chose to ignore the background sounds, even the sound of a different voice mixing in with the girl he had heard earlier.
"Look, I found some guys that looks like they would be willing to join the club. I want you to have it ready," replied the boy bluntly.
"Tsk, tsk, Ryoma, you know I have to meet them first before I get them ready for you," said the other voice.
"Atobe, you promised."
"Yes, I did, but bring them first and then you'll get what you want. Now, if you excuse me, I have some women waiting for me to attend to their…needs."
The other line clicked, leaving Ryoma hanging. He sighed in frustration and snapped his phone shut. Looking up, he noticed the man he was following walked into a fast food joint. Shrugging, Ryoma followed in after him and spotted him sitting near a window. Strolling over, he smoothly slid into the red seat, ignoring the incredulous look on the other man's face.
"Who the hell are you?" asked the other man.
"You don't need to know. Look, I saw you fighting earlier with a green bandanna guy. You have a fight you want to settle with?" asked Ryoma.
"…did you follow me?"
"Answer my question."
"Why the fuck would I answer a freaking creepy ass boy who followed me after I had some stupid argument with that fucking Viper."
"Because I can give you a place where you can fight him one on one with no one giving a damn, but instead, they would probably be betting on who would win. Society sees violence as an evil thing, especially if it's not a professional job, but this club will allow you to see the blood of victory."
"You're crazy."
"Believe what you want, but here, take this. It's the address to the place...if you ever feel like you need it. Maybe you can check it out and if you like it, we could invite that green bandanna guy and you two could go head-to-head."
Ryoma shrugged and stood back up to take his leave, but before he left he said, "Oh yeah, if you happen to come tonight, it starts at six on the dot. Find me first...I'll be around, just ask the guys who are always standing by the corners."
Then he left, making his way back to the park where he would once again sit and observe to find more people he could recruit. As he walked down the sidewalk, he came to a sudden stop when he heard his name being called. Glancing to the side, Ryoma turned his whole body and faced the man he had seen earlier with a woman. Ryoma knew him, but he'd liked to keep his distance from that man. He was known as a man who'd loved to see the agony of others; a sadist and one who doesn't mind kinky ideas like S&M or bondage. That guy was a total freak.
Ryoma kept his facial expression bland as he faced him. Stuffing his hands back into the pockets of his jacket, he slowly walked over to the man when he waved a hand at him to come closer. Ryoma stopped when he was in hearing range. The other man chuckled at him before waving for Ryoma to come closer. Grumbling under his breath, Ryoma complied and went closer, standing right at the table where the man was sitting. The woman earlier was no longer in sight and he briefly wondered what happened to her.
"It's a nice day today, isn't it?" asked the man.
"It is..." replied Ryoma.
"Hm? You don't seem to be too happy."
"When I have to see your face, not really."
"Spunky aren't you, Echizen?"
"And it looks like you found another victim...Fuji."
"No sempai?"
"...Fuji-sempai."
Fuji laughed and then patted the empty seat next to him. Ryoma hesitated for a second, but sat down anyways. He didn't want Fuji to see him hesitate because it would have been mistaken for weakness. He remained quiet as Fuji ordered two cups of coffee for them and started watching the people again. He needed to recruit more people and Fuji knew that too and that's why he was purposely making sure Ryoma didn't get any chance to recruit more people. He glared slightly at the smiling man. Ryoma needed what Atobe was going to give him. He needed them because he was too addicted, but ever since Fuji joined them, he'd been keeping a close eye on him. It had always made him suspicious of Fuji, but every time he asked about it, Fuji will always find a way to avoid his questions. He wondered sometimes why Atobe kept a man like him by his side. He understood why Atobe kept Kabaji by his side. That man never said a word and his huge body structure was sure to make any man cower in fear. Sighing, he looked away, ignoring the fact that a cup of coffee was set in front of him. Coffee wasn't his thing anyways. As though on cue, Fuji mentioned the same thing.
"Oh, that's right. You're not a fan of coffee," he said as he waved for the waitress over again, "I'd like to order a glass of ponta."
Ryoma grumbled in response to Fuji's order. He didn't like the idea of Fuji knowing his favorite drink, especially since he didn't know anything about the other man. He was a sneaky one, sly like a fox. Ryoma even thought Fuji looked similar to one as well. That brought him to wonder how Fuji even knew what his favorite drink was. He eyed him suspiciously, unsure if it was be creepy or normal.
"You're thinking how I knew what was your favorite drink and if that should be creepy or normal right?" asked Fuji with his usual smile, a facade to his true nature.
Ryoma hid his shock, but he couldn't help but to bite his lower lips slightly. He wanted to say no, but then Fuji would just claimed he was lying. He silently stared at the other before giving a slow nod. Fuji chuckled at the movement before sipping his coffee.
"Are you a stalker?" asked Ryoma.
"Hm?" replied Fuji as he set his cup of coffee back down on the table, "What do you think?"
"I think you are one. That's why you know so much about me."
"Quite a way of thinking, but not really. I just happened to have taken a liking to you. It's quite funny actually, I told myself to ignore your presence, but my body wouldn't listen. My gaze will follow you wherever you go when you are in my line of sight."
Fuji shrugged as though it was nothing and continued to drink his coffee while Ryoma sat dumbfounded by his sudden openness. He didn't like where the conversation was going, so kept his lips sealed. He was just going to wait for his ponta drink and ignore everything that Fuji had just said. It wasn't something he wanted to think about. He didn't need more trouble in his life. Just then, the drink arrived and was placed in front of him. Ryoma took the chilled glass of the ponta drink and gulped it down. By the time he set the glass back on the table, it was empty. He noticed Fuji arching a brow at the sight.
"I was very thirsty," he muttered as he got up, "Are you done with me? I want to leave."
"Mm, I don't know. Where will you go, Echizen?" asked Fuji as he waved for the waiter to receive his check.
"Why? So, you can stalk me?"
"No, because I know you have nowhere to go."
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Echizen...you have no family alive, do you?"
Ryoma frowned and glared at Fuji. He took a step back, distrust forming at the bottom of his heart. He didn't like the look on Fuji's face and he didn't like how he knew so much. Ryoma let out a small laugh, but it wasn't an amused laugh. It was a laugh that said he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Pointing a finger at Fuji, Ryoma said in a low and cold voice, "You, stay away from me. I don't know where you get your information, but stay the fuck away from me."
He turned on his heels and left, not even turning back to see if Fuji had followed or not. There was no footsteps following after him, so that meant Fuji didn't follow him after all. Ryoma made his way back to the park and sat back down on the same brown bench he was sitting on earlier. Sighing, he pressed his forehead onto the palms of his hands as he leaned over, with his knees supporting his elbows. He didn't know how Fuji found out about that and he doubt that he would ever find out.
Ryoma didn't know how long he was sitting there, but it was getting late. Snapping out of his thoughts, he stood up and stretched. As he began to leave the park, he heard some loud voices somewhere in the far distance. Glancing around, he spotted a group of people a few feet away. They were circled around someone.
"I guess they're going to beat someone up," he said to himself.
Shrugging, he started walking away, wanting nothing to do with it, but when he saw who the person was, he did a double take. Ryoma stopped and stood in his place, unsure if he should go help that spiky black hair man from earlier or not. Letting a defeated sigh escape from his lips, he hurried over to the group, catching pieces of the conversation and made it in time just as they threw the first punch. Ryoma jump kicked as the guy from earlier dodged. He was surprised by Ryoma's sudden appearance, but they didn't have the time to chat. They were surrounded and they needed to defeat them first.
The two fought back to back, watching out for each other. Ryoma threw punches and jabs, ducked and dodged, kicked and if it came to the worst of it all, he fought dirty. He was small, but that was his advantage. Tackling one of the last men down, he began throwing punches until his face became a bloody pulp. Blood splattered against his clothes, teeth were knocked out and bones were broken. It was only when he was pulled away that he stopped swinging his arms. Snapping back to reality, Ryoma began to hear the sound of whistles going off around him.
"It's the fuzz!" exclaimed the other.
Ryoma started running after him, escaping from the police. They came to a stop in an alley, catching their breaths. Ryoma wiped the blood-stained fist onto his jacket, staining it.
"Um...thanks for helping me back there. I'm Momoshiro by the way," he said as he straightened himself, "How did you know I was there?"
"I didn't. I just happened to be there by coincidence," replied Ryoma, "Forget it. I have to go before I'm late."
Ryoma waved a hand at him and turned to leave. He needed to get to the building where the event was being held before Atobe threw a fit. He didn't want to be a part of that problem.
"Hey wait!" yelled Momoshiro, "Umm...about that place you talked about earlier...I want to check it out."
Ryoma faced him, staring for a while before nodding his head, "Follow me...but don't regret it."
The place was only a few blocks away. They made it there in just a few minutes. Ryoma stopped in front of an old abandoned building with a large metal gray door. He knocked twice before the peeping hole on the door slid open.
"Password," grumbled the voice in a low and husky tone.
"Aka hachisu," answered Ryoma.
The door opened with a creak and they walked through. Momoshiro was almost stopped by a huge man who was a little dull looking, but Ryoma waved a hand at him.
"He's with me Kabaji. A new recruit," he said as he nodded his head again for Momoshiro to follow.
"There's a password?" asked Momoshiro.
"Yeah, but they change every night. It's a hassle, but it's to make sure no one can get pass easily."
The path was dark but as soon as they passed the red curtain, the world before them was chaotic. It was hazy due to the smoke from the cigarettes and cigars and there were plenty of noises from the crowds' cheering or booing. There were women chained down or caged and the worst part was actually seeing them being gang banged. Ryoma saw Momoshiro cringed in disgust at the sight. Smirking, he stopped in his tracks and tapped his Momoshiro's shoulder.
"There are three rules you have to abide by. One, you either fight or you bet. Two, you can't say a word about this place to anyone. And three, no deserting," said Ryoma as he lid his thumb across his neck, "or it's the death penalty for you."
Momoshiro stared at Ryoma and smiled weakly. Smirking, Ryoma waved a hand at their surrounding.
"What did you say your name was again?" Ryoma asked.
"Momoshiro. Momoshiro Takeshi, but you can just call me Momo," he replied as he brought his gaze to Ryoma's face.
"Well...Momo...welcome to the underground fight club."