This story idea came me while I was working on updating another story. That seems to be happning alot. Anyway I hope youll like it :)

Title: A Blinding Passion

Warning: Some language, no hard core Yaoi, a small kiss hear and there, some shonen ai.

Pairings: SECRET

Dislaimer: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS!

Prologue

A small smile graced the lips of a 10 year old Ryoma Echizen. He was currently running around the large, green court (Or so he had been told) and of course, playing tennis. He had started playing a couple of years ago and had surprisingly, became a natural; even with his disability.

Ryoma let out a sigh of frustration as the sound of a tennis ball whooshed by his ear. He could hear his father chuckling from the other side of the court. Ryoma turned to stare blankly into darkness at the spot where the sound of laughter was coming from.

"What with the frown Seishōnen?" Nanjirou asked teasingly. "Can't keep up with your fathers amazing tennis skills?" Although Ryoma couldn't see his father he could tell that he was wearing a giant smirk plastered right across his face.

His father had started teaching him the art of tennis when he had turned five. Many of his classmates, teachers, neighbours and even family members, had claimed that he would never be able to play. He had proved them wrong. It had taken him 5 long years, but he was now finally able to play half decent tennis, even with his disability.

"Mada Mada Dane," Ryoma muttered as he fished for another ball from his short's pockets. Getting into position he got ready to serve the ball. He gently tossed it high into the air and began counting down from ten. When he reached zero he jumped. SMACK!

His racket landed smack on the tennis ball sending it flying across the courts. "Thats the spirit Seishōnen!" His father shouted as they began another rally. Ryoma began panting and was having trouble keeping up. His father never played serious with him, but he never went easy on him either. Besides, how was he supposed to play other opponents if he expected them to go easy on him?

As Ryoma hit the ball across the courts he stopped and began listening carefully for the sound of his father's rackets. Judging from the sound of his father's feat shuffling across the courts, he was heading for the right corner of the green battlefield.

The sound of the impact caused by his father's racket reaching the tennis ball rang through his ears, it was now heading for his side of the court. Ryoma took a step forward, but that was his mistake. It was then that he realised the impact of the ball on his side of the court had been delayed and just as he went to take a step back the ball landed right behind him. His father had lobbed it.

Ryoma had to restrain himself from throwing a fit, after all, he was only a frustrated ten years old. Ryoma could hear his father approaching from the other side of the court. He lifted his head up as he felt his father place a hand on his head, wrap his arms around him and pull him in for a surprisingly comforting hug.

"Don't worry Ryoma, one day you'll become the best tennis player in America, then you'll move onto Japan, then the world," His father tried to be reassuring, but Ryoma could detect a hint of playfulness in his father's voice.

Ryoma just nodded, not knowing what to say. His father continued anyway. "Just because your blind does not mean you can't play tennis and NEVER let anyone convince you otherwise," His father's voice suddenly got serious. "Tennis is not about seeing a ball and chasing after it, it's about feeling the movement of the ball within your heart and soul and playing with everything you got,"

"Most importantly…It's about having fun,"

Anyway, tell me what you think. I've read a few "Ryoma's blind, but amazing at tennis stories," but some just don't seem realistic. Like for instance when Ryoma's playing tennis he doesn't expierence any difficulty at all, even when he wasn't blind Ryoma still struggles.

So I hope you'll continue reading this.

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