~I do not own Prince of Tennis, Takeshi Konomi does.~
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~Prologue~
The night breeze was making him shudder. His body was covered in sweat and a sharp pain still stayed in his right hand. The injury was slowly fading away, just not too long ago the monsters claws almost ripped it off. He made the twin katana's disappear from his hands, so they wouldn't burden him in this world.
The red color from the moons form still wasn't completely vanished. His golden eyes stayed glued to the red spots on the moon until it regained its white tone. A small sigh escaped from his lips and he leaped down from the building's roof. He landed carefully on the alleyway so that the mortals wouldn't see him and start asking questions. He didn't want to erase their memories, too much work.
He made a black coat appear in his hands and put it on. The night was getting colder now that the interference to this world had ended. He got out of the alleyway and on the main street. Some gave him startled looks but he just continued to walk in the needed direction.
"It's such a bother being a shinigami. But it's not like I have a choice. " he thought bitterly to himself before reaching the rundown apartment he lived in. The sign next to the door informed the people that passed by his apartment that someone by the name Echizen Ryoma lived here.
"Tomorrow is going to be a long day." He said and fell asleep on the bed.
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The idea I got in my German class. So, comments?