A/N: Ok, I've started watching and reading the Prince of Tennis for a while now and I decided to take a shot at a fic of my own for it. Whether it be a yaoi or a non-yaoi I'm not sure but I guess here's goes nothing.

Disclaimer: I have no ownership of any characters mentioned in the Prince of tennis. Any characters not mentioned in the manga belong to yours truly (mostly random characters that Ryoma is going to squash but that's no surprise) So don't sue.

Chapter 1: A Broken Ryoma

Ryoma Echizen pulled his white cap down over his eyes. He was tensing his muscles long enough to prepare for the serve that was about to come his way. But it appeared his opponent was more interested in his fans than the game. Why did the captain have to match me up with this idiot? He's the type of guy who gives tennis a bad name, "Excuse me but would you mind serving sometime this year? I have to be home in time for dinner tonight." The score was 40 30 and Ryoma need one more point to finish this. But the score hadn't changed in the past 10 minutes.

As Ryoma impatiently waited for his opponent to stop flirt with his fans and start serving the he thought back as to how he ended up in this situation in the first place.

FLASHBACK

"Ok, everyone that's enough for today. Tomorrow we'll work on more drills and don't worry I'll make sure you won't have to drink Inui's vegetable juice." Tezuka said as he picked up is own equipment and headed towards the locker room.

"Hey Ryoma are you still coming to dinner tonight?" Momshiro asked as he stretched his arms up.

"Yeah, I'll be there. Oh and tell your dad I said thanks for inviting me." Ryoma answered as he pulled his cap off to wipe the sweat from his forehead with one of his small towels.

"You can do it yourself. I'm sure he'll be honored." Momshiro teased as he headed towards the locker room.

Ryoma just shook his head as he made his way to the locker room as well. He stopped when he realized he didn't have any clean towels to use, "Guess, I'll have to shower when I get home." With that he headed off towards the direction of his shrine (I think they live in a shrine don't' they? If not excuse the mistake). His thoughts were interrupted when he could hear the sound of a tennis ball whistling through the wind.

"Hey kid! Watch out!"

Ryoma turned just in time to see a tennis ball flying straight at him. No hesitation entered his mind as he reached up and caught the ball with ease. He waited and soon heard a gasp coming from a small crowd nearby.

"Hey did you see that?"

"Yeah, it's that seventh grader from Seikagu . Ryoma Echizen."

Ryoma smirked, he was getting more and more popular these days. Ever since his team has made it passed the latest tournament.

"So this is that seventh grader everyone's been talking about."

Ryoma looked up to see whom he had guessed was a junior. He had medium length blonde hair and was wearing just a pair of jeans and a white wifebeater. In his hand was a tennis racket.

"You don't look so tough. I bet I could squash you flat."

Ryoma smirked, "You sure you're making the right decision?"

The man stepped back, "What? Of course I'm sure you little punk. Now give me my ball so we can start this game."

Ryoma just shrugged, "Well before you squash me, mind introducing yourself to me?"

The man smirked, "Not that you'll live long enough to remember but I'm Hisoka Miamachi."

Hisoka Miamachi? Where have I heard that name before? Ryoma thought.

"I'll start, Hey Sakura, mind doing the judging?" Hisoka said eyeing one for the girls on the sidelines.

"Of course, babe, I'd be happy too. You just win this one for me." Sakura responded taking her place on the judge's area.

The game started out simple. Ryoma decided to use his right hand in order to give the big brute a handicap he felt Hisoka was going to need. To Ryoma's surprise Hisoka was a decent player, but he was to cocky for his own good.

END OF FLASHBACK

Ryoma's thought were shattered by the sound of the ball bouncing, it's about time. He thought to himself.

Hisoka Miamachi smirked, "In other word's your in a hurry to lose? I wasn't going to tell you but I might as well let you know. I've been holding back the whole time."

Ryoma just shook his head, Is that all these idiots can come up with these days? They can never back it up. His thoughts were interrupted when the ball came searing past him.

"40 all!" the judge called from the side.

Ok, I guess this guy can back it up. Time for a little switcharoo!, "Not bad, but guess what I've been holding back as well." He listened to the crowd gasp as he switched from his right hand to his left hand.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Ryoma easily managed to return Hisoka's serve and the match was over even before it seemed to have begun. Ryoma smirked as he rested his racquet on his shoulder, "You've still got a ways to go." He murmured one of his favorite sayings

He looked over to see Hisoka's ear burning with steam, "That little punk. I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget!" he ran towards the net and jumped over it, "You think I'm going to let you make a fool out of me?"

Before Ryoma could react he felt Hisoka on top of him pounding his fists into the younger boy's face. He then felt his left arm in a strong hold. Before another thought could enter his mind heard a loud crack followed by an excruciating pain.

"There, now let's see you beat me again." Hisoka said as he walked away cackling the whole time.

Ryoma could feel tears coming to his eyes. But he forced them away. The pain was unbearable but he was stronger than that. He ran toward his gym bag and pulled out his cell phone. After calling almost everyone on the team he was answered by their voice mail. He didn't care call home cause his father was out of town for nearly a week. He then tried the coach but even she didn't pick up, "Oh yeah, she's with my dad." There was one more person to call and he prayed silently that he would pick up. He dialed the number and waited patiently.

"Hello?"

Thank goodness, "Uh, Tezuka, it's Ryoma Echizen."

"Ryoma what are you calling me for?" Tezuka asked. His voice in the usual monotone.

"Well, promise you won't get mad." Ryoma said gritting his teeth.

"What is it Ryoma?" Tezuka asked again.

"Can you come over to the park and possibly take me to the hospital." Ryoma asked wincing.

"WHAT!?!"

"I'm sorry to bother you like this. But I need some help. I think my arm is broken." Ryoma explained.

Tezuka took a deep breath, "Ok, just calm down and stay where you are. I'll be right over."

Ryoma sniffled, "Thanks captain." He waited patiently for his former captain to soon arrive to pick him up all the while silently cursing himself. You idiot!

A/N: Ok that's the end of the first chapter. I just hope people will take a look at it. Also, in my story Tezuka has already graduated due to his high grades, but with Coach Ryuzaki's permission he still helps out the team since they respect him so much. If you'd like me to continue then 3 reviews chapter 2!