Whoo! Finally finished rewriting the first few chapters of this! As you can see, it'll be its own story on here. So, let's get these formalities out of the way: I do not own Prince of Tennis nor any characters, fucking hell. So, on with the story!

Chapter 1:

"When is your flight coming in?" There was a quick pause before the person laughed. "Yes I will. I just said I'd tell Oyaji. We don't want you stranded in the airport after all." The small figure paused once more, a fond smile brightening the room. "Six in the morning, I gotcha." The two said goodbye and Ryoma looked at the phone contemplatively.

Her brother was coming home, finally.

Yes, it was true. Ryoma Echizen was a girl. She may dress like a boy, but she was a girl through and through. On the other end was her twin brother, Ryuusuke. He was arriving from the US, a result of failing his exams and having to take remedial classes in the summer.

A result of his incompetence was that she had to take his spot at Seigaku, forcing her to toss out the registration forms for Hyotei. It was a decision that she would never regret for she probably would have killed everyone is she had to spend a whole week at Monkey King's school.

Ryoma sighed and hung the phone up, bracing herself to yell. "OYAJI! RYUU WILL BE HERE AT 6! PICK HIM UP!" She shouted.

"WHATEVER!" Nanjiroh dismissed her. Ryoma growled under her breath, making her way upstairs to her room. She passed by all of the family portraits but stopped in front of the last picture taken of her and her brother. It was at an awards banquet for the Youth Tennis Championship and they had won it for mixed doubles. Ryoma was wearing a knee length black cocktail dress and gold accents and Ryuu was dressed sharply in simple black pants and a black button up with a gold vest and tie.

She ran her fingers along the edge of the frame before continuing her way upstairs.

The next day, Ryoma woke up in a fetal position to the sound of her alarm clock blaring. She groaned and slapped the 'off' button before uncurling herself. Her lower stomach cramped up and she groaned pathetically. This was no way to start off the day at 4.30 in the morning.

She got up and knew something wasn't right. She sat up a bit and pressed her hand down on the bed to lift herself up. One thing was unusual though. It was wet. She brought her hand up to see it covered in blood. Her eyes widened in horror and mouth dropped open, too shocked to make a sound.

She got up and looked at her bed. There was a huge bloodstain where she slept and there was blood all over her thighs and pajama bottoms were just ruined. Her eyes welled up against her will and she ran to Nanako's room.

"Nanako!" Ryoma sobbed as her cousin opened the door at her insistent knocking. Nanako rubbed her eyes tiredly.

"What is it?" She opened her blue eyes and saw Ryoma's bloodied body. "Oh my! It's happened!" She ushered the small girl into the bathroom. "Take a shower while I get Auntie up." Ryoma just nodded, already reaching to remove her soiled pants and underwear. "Give me those," Nanako instructed gently.

Ryoma nodded once more and the door closed. She was shaking just lightly as she turned the hot water on. As she was washing the blood from the inside of her thighs, she got angry suddenly. Why did her first period have to come now? Her ovaries had the balls to do this to her and she was pissed.

And then she remembered that she didn't have any extra clothes with her at the moment and got even angrier. The day just started and it already shot to Hell!

There was a small knock on the door before it opened, revealing Rinko. "I have your uniform, baby." She cooed and set them down. "But I do have some bad news."

"What?" Ryoma snapped and Rinko chuckled.

"You had one last clean uniform shirt, honey. You didn't hang it up like I told you to," she said with a slight glare, "And you left it in your bed and now it's soaked in blood."

Ryoma hit her head on the wall, seething for no reason.

"You'll have to wear a plain white shirt and hope no one notices." Rinko paused. "I also have some tampons and pads for you."

Ryoma finished washing and got out to see her mom was still there. Rinko ran a hand down her daughter's cheek.

"Which one do I use?"

"You have a pretty heavy flow right now, so I would suggest both. But if the tampon is too painful, then you'll just wear a pad."

"Painful?" Ryoma looked at the small box.

"Ah, it goes inside of you. If your hymen is still intact then it might be painful."

"Hymen?" Ryoma blinked. "I'll wear a pad," she mumbled and reached for the pack.

"Let me show you how to put it on."

By the time Ryoma went downstairs for breakfast, her cramps had returned. She didn't tell anyone though, deciding that she could bear the pain. She grunted as she half jogged to school. The quicker pace helped with the cramps and she was in higher spirits until she got to practice. How was she going to change?

She went into the bathroom stall and changed her pad quickly and quietly before getting dressed. She decided to finally look at the clock and saw she was nearly twenty minutes late.

"Echizen! Fifty laps for being late!" Tezuka barked. Ryoma growled at him, causing him to blink in surprise, before she was off. The cramps had returned and so the running helped…at first. By the last lap, she was about ready to die and she just knew that she had to change her pad again. Tezuka wouldn't excuse her to go to the bathroom. She eyed their coach.

"Sumire-baa-chan," Ryoma whispered as she went up to her.

Sumire looked down in surprise, knowing that Ryoma was talking to her as a girl for once. "What is it?"

Ryoma motioned for her to come closer. She whispered something in her ear and Sumire's eyes widened dramatically.

"Go!" She hurried her off the courts. Ryoma ran into the locker room once more. She grabbed a pad and ran back to the bathroom and changed quickly. What was with her body?

Practice ended with some light hitting that didn't irritate or upset Ryoma too much, but now it was time for class. Practice, on top of her ailing body, caused her to drop like a fly in class. Even her Evil English teacher saw how exhausted she looked and let her sleep. She managed to wake up just as the lunch bell rang and she slowly made her way up to the roof. The Regulars were eating there today. On the way, she stopped and changed her pad once more, wondering how many times this was going to happen, and then finally got to the roof.

She was sitting next to Momoshiro, supported by the wall. Momo had an open can on Ponta and with the way he was moving his hand as wildly as he was, Ryoma should have known it would have only been a matter time before it happened.

When it finally happened, Ryoma shot up, gasping as the cold grape soda sank through her shirt and into her lilac bra and skin. Luckily, the two purple blended together and nobody knew that she was wearing the bra. She already had detention from one teacher for being out of uniform, she didn't need her others noticing too.

"Sorry Echizen," Momo said sheepishly. It did nothing to soothe her and, in fact, did quite the opposite. Ryoma stood up and stormed away, heading to the bathroom to try and wash it out.

Practice that afternoon was hell. Her cramps slowed her down dramatically during warm up laps and she had to drink Inui juice. Her ire was only fueled by the obnoxious voice of Horio. She snapped at him to shut the hell up and Tezuka made her run five laps.

Ryoma gnashed her teeth together as the cramps hurt so bad that her knees were shaking minutely. She and Horio were on their last lap when he fell in exhaustion, overly dramatic of course. Ryoma couldn't stop in time but she hopped over him to finish.

Next, they were doing drills. The activity was easy enough: shuffle along baseline while hitting forehands. She should have known Horio would fuck it up somehow. She gripped her racquet a bit tighter than usual, prepared to go after Horio hit the middle. She launched forward, effortlessly hitting the first ball. As she made her way to the middle, she realized belatedly that Horio had yet to move.

"Move!" She barked and Horio jumped. She was still moving and Horio mis-stepped, tangling his feet together and crashing to the ground. Ryoma tripped over his outstretched foot and landed on her hands and knees hard. She growled, glaring at him.

"Echizen, Horio, fifty laps for carelessness!"

No. This was not happening. Ryoma glared at Tezuka. Everyone saw it as her hat had fallen off. This was not her day. She was supposed to be happy that brother was coming back but this…this was unacceptable. She gripped her racquet once more and let go. As soon as the racquet left her grip, she realized what she done, a horrified gasp leaving her mouth.

Tezuka's eyes widened at the last second. The red racquet hit his face with a sickening crunch. His glasses flew off and he fell to his knees, clutching his nose.

"Buchou!" Many cried out. The regulars crowded around him while Sumire ordered Ryoma to her office. Ryoma sat there for an hour. Sumire slammed the door closed behind her.

"You broke his nose," she said plainly. "He's at home now but we took him to the hospital."

"I'm in deep trouble, aren't I?"

"I talked to the principal. You'll have a one week suspension and you'll be on reserve for a month." Ryoma nodded, expecting as much. Sumire smiled at her in pity. "The first time is always rough. If the cramps were that bad, I could've gotten you some medicine."

"Mada mada dane," she murmured and gathered her things, leaving the school as her suspension was effective immediately. The walk home was the longest it had ever been. She knew her mom would be furious at her.

"Tadaima," she said very quietly, hoping nobody would hear her.

"You're in trouble," a boy sang from behind her. She turned around from where she was removing her shoes and saw pretty much a carbon copy of herself.

"Ryuu!" She jumped up and hugged him tight. Ryuu chuckled lightly and hugged her back.

"I heard you broke your captain's nose," he grinned. Ryoma's grin dropped and looked past him to see a very angry Rinko Echizen.

"Shit," she cursed.

Seigaku, as a school, was still in shock over the previous day's events. It was shocking to see that one of their star tennis players would viciously attack their captain like that. Tezuka returned to school the next day with a wad of gauze on his nose. He looked as imposing as ever, though.

Eiji was one of the students who had gotten over the shock pretty quickly. "Nya," he whined as he clung onto Oishi's back. "I miss Ochibi-chan already," he continued to paw at his partner's shoulders. Oishi was about to respond when a short figure dressed in the boy's uniform walked over the court. They wore a white cap, hiding their face, but everyone could see the emerald tinted raven locks.

Sumire smiled at the figure, noting the change in the way they walked.

"Sumire-baa-chan," the voice drawled. Sharp gold eyes, sharper than their twin, gazed up at her. The figure handed her a slip of paper. "Here is my request form," he drawled. Sumire took it with a grin.

"Ochibi?" Eiji knocked his head to the side.

"Everyone gather!" Sumire smiled. "This is Echizen Ryuusuke, Ryoma's brother. He'll be on the Regulars from now on."

"What about Echizen?" Momo asked.

"Ryoma will still be on the team as well."

"Why does he show up and get on the team without participating in the ranking matches?" Arai snarled.

Ryuu glared up at him. "Who is he? And I suggest you shut the hell up before I bash your face in with my racquet. If you thought Ryoma did damage to that iceberg over there, you haven't even imagined what I can do with a racquet." An eerie silence settled over the courts. Sumire cleared her throat.

"Now, now Ryuu. No need for more violence."

Ryuu let out a loud 'fshuuu' and began to walk off the court.

"Where are you going?" Sumire called out.

He only raised a hand; fingers splayed and began to count down. "The bell rings in five, four, three, two," the last finger was his middle finger. "Bye," he waved without looking.

Ryuu was placed in the same class as Ryoma and introduced himself. Many of Ryoma's fangirls began to crowd around him, anxious to learn more about Ryoma-sama's mysterious twin brother and more about the Ryoma at home. However, Ryuu wouldn't give and instead fell asleep.

He skipped practice that day because he simply felt like it and went home. Nobody was home except for Ryoma. They ordered some delivery and made a blanket fort in the living room.

They were seated across from each other, glaring into their takeout boxes of noodles and chicken and broccoli.

"I hate your team," Ryuu said suddenly, after he put his food down. He was idly picking at his black boxers, the only thing he was wearing.

Ryoma dug around for the last piece of broccoli in her dish. She was wearing her black boy shorts and a silver cami, a bored expression on her face.

"I know." She said shortly. "I hate them too."