Hello guys! So this is my new story which is Prince of Tennis K project style. Now, K is somewhat confusing at first so bear with me here. However, this story is not exactly like K's story. I changed a lot of things and if you've watched the series, you'll know what I changed. It's also based off of the first season so everything in the movie like the greens and stuff will not be included. And the kings will be referred to by their number or name rather than color. I will try to make it less confusing in the next chapters But I hope you like it. BTW, this was planned before To Feel Alive ended... just so you know... This will have a pairing(s) and you can probably guess which from my previous POT story.

Speaking of which, stay tuned for a short sequel of To Feel Alive! I couldn't help myself... so this story and the sequel will be updated waaayyy slower than TFA 'cause it's 2 stories at once and I wanna make it good enough. So hang in there w/ me! (Writing 2 stories at once five days before school starts is like death :P) Also! Chapter names are song titles... just a heads up. Love and all, AIR

December 5th 11:45 pm

On his way back to Seigaku's headquarters, Fuji decided to stop by one of the biggest hotels' rooftop. The view was too perfect at night and the man just had to capture the lights from above. Good thing he always brought his camera.

As he walked towards the railing of the roof, he noticed a figure standing at his usual spot. Fuji didn't know if it was a woman and a man, but when he stepped closer, he could tell it was a man. The short dark hair and slim straight figure turned to the side, Fuji's blue eyes widening at the sight.

The familiar face in front of all those lights made the man seem like a heavenly angel, just like Fuji.

A flash caught the stunning image, living forever in the small camera. The figure didn't move, though he knew the other man had taken a picture of him. "I haven't seen you in a while, why didn't you tell us you were back in Japan?"

Hazel eyes met with sapphire ones. "It has been a long time, Fuji-senpai."

"I thought I told you not to call me that? You're not a kid anymore." Fuji grinned, walking closer towards the figure. He was still shorter than his so called "senpai."

A rush of cold wind suddenly brewed as a gun pointed in Fuji's direction. Before the blue-eyed man received a chance to ask why, a bullet pierced through his torso.

"Good-bye… senpai." The younger man pulled the trigger again, sending another bullet to the already fallen figure.

December 12th 9:31 am

Ryoma landed back in Tokyo after being away for years. He wanted to visit his friends from Seigaku and catch up. Spending a year with his half brother in America just made the young man miss his team even more.

Not much had changed in Tokyo. It was still busy as ever and populated. He finished his training session with his brother in America a while ago and figured going back to Japan wouldn't be so bad. He hated leaving Seigaku and starting his own clan, but at the same time, he was happy. His brother was one of his first clansmen and for once, he gets to be the leader and the boss of his nii-chan.

On the way to his hotel, Ryoma felt a strange ominous presence surrounding him. He always sensed something like someone was watching him ever since he became the leader of his own clan. He figured it was another spy from another king's kin.

When he opened the door to his room, the giant glass window in front of the door shattered. Ryoma crossed his arms to deflect a kick towards his face and flipped forward to dodge another kick. Raising his arms in defense, a voice said, "Still quick and sharp as ever, ochibi."

Ryoma froze as Eiji and Momo appeared before him. "Is this a way to greet an old friend?" He smiled softly seeing two of the most playful clansmen. But they didn't share his expression.

"You're the one to talk." Momo chided. He didn't give a confused Ryoma to ask question as he and Eiji attacked their former teammate.

Since Ryoma became king, his powers grew exponentially, outmatching both members of the Silver clan. But when the rest of the clan emerged and fought alongside Momo and Eiji, the newly crowned Seventh King succumb to the power of the First King's men.

Oishi pinned him down with one arm above his head, the other pressed tightly against his back.

"What the hell's going on?" Ryoma gritted his teeth, trying hard to break free. Sure he was king, but the last and least of them all. "Where's Tezuka and Fuji-senpai."

Oishi only pulled his arm farther back. "Don't you dare ask for him after what you did." The tone of his voice matched Momo's.

"What did I do?"

"Some nerve you have, Echizen. I thought you were smarter than that. Then again, you were always so arrogant and careless." Inui added. "We'd like to chat, but I think Tezuka wants to interrogate you further. Goodnight, Echizen."

Ryoma squirmed under Oishi as Inui injected him with a concoction.

In the city of Tokyo, seven kings reside. All with their own clan. The first was the most powerful of them all, The Silver King, Tezuka Kunimitsu and his clan. Its members dubbed the Silver clan Seigaku. The second clan, Rikkaidai was next in terms of power. And rumors have it that their king, Yukimura Seiichi, fell ill and couldn't perform his duties as king. The third king, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, lead the clan named Shitenhouji. The fourth king, Atobe Keigo, ruled over the clan known as Hyotei. Other kings and clansmen believe Atobe had the worse attitude of anyone, being heavily narcissistic. Minami Kentaro was the fifth king and king of Yamabuki. The sixth king, Aoi Kentaro was one of the youngest kings and claimed the throne of Rokkaku. The seventh and final king was chosen only a year ago, the former king dying due to illness. Ryoma Echizen was crowned the new seventh king. He received his own special set of powers and could establish his own clan. But, he had to leave Seigaku in return. So far, the only one he was able to recruit was his older brother.

Each King and his clan resided in a manor surrounding the city and each king has his own special power, though no one seems to want to use them. None of the kings got in each other's way; therefore, there was no reason to activate their powers. And until recently, the bonds between the kings were never broken.

One week ago, the new seventh king was caught killing a member of his former clan. Tezuka didn't want to believe it either, but after seeing security camera's footage of the incident, he wanted Ryoma dead. However, before the killing happened, Tezuka wanted to know his reasons for murdering one of his former teammates.

December 12th 4:19 pm

Ryoma woke up with his arms bounded above him, his feet barely touching the floor. Limited light passed through the large and empty room. Nothing occupied the space inside except for him. He remembered where he was, up in one of the towers of the manor. He had been there plenty of times during his days with Seigaku. Recalling the team made him wonder why they looked like they wanted to kill him so badly. From what he learned while being part of Seigaku, Fuji was always the one to calm everyone down. Was his senpai away or did he not care about Ryoma's well being anymore?

The large heavy doors in front of him suddenly opened and seven men entered, Tezuka leading them in. Ryoma found something strange; when he left Seigaku, there were eight members.

"What do you want from me, Tezuka?" He cut to the chase, tired of not receiving any answers from Momo and Eiji earlier in the day.

Tezuka didn't waste time either. He held up a picture. The new king studied the photograph, recognizing himself in the image. "That's you, right?" The Silver King's voice asked in a stern and cold tone.

Ryoma's head spun. He couldn't remember the last time he was up in that building. He knew he hadn't been up in that rooftop at all. "It looks like me."

"Liar! It is you!" Eiji cried impatiently. "Why don't you just admit it, ochibi? You killed Fuji!"

The sudden news rippled through Ryoma as he tried to comprehend what the red-haired boy just announced. "I what?" Then it occurred to him. Fuji was missing. It looked strange seeing Tezuka standing all alone with no angel beside him. "No… I didn't… I couldn't…"

"Oh yeah? Oishi, show him."

Oishi raised his phone up to the king's eyes. He tapped the screen. Ryoma watched as "he" aimed a gun and shoot Fuji twice. His heart nearly broke after the second gunshot. The video was grainy and seemed faraway from the scene.

It looked like him, but it couldn't be him.

"Wha-?"

"This was taken from one of the hotel's security cameras. So Echizen, mind telling us why you killed Fuji?" Oishi retreated his hand, glaring nonstop at the younger man.

"I told you, I didn't kill him! I just landed in Tokyo this morning! You can even check the airport's cameras if you want." His voice shook as he tried to wrap his head around the event that played before his eyes.

If looks could slay, Ryoma would've been dead from the moment he saw Momo and Eiji earlier in the day. Did they really believe he killed Fuji?

"If he doesn't want to confess now, so be it." Tezuka sharply turned around and walked out of the room. As the others left, Ryoma caught Momo's glare soften.

Not even twelve hours in the country and he was already accused of something. And it wasn't just a minor cause; they accused him of killing one of their clansman.

Ice suddenly coated the chains hanging Ryoma. In one swift strong pull, the seventh king freed himself. He easily kicked the door open and jumped out a nearby window. Somebody needed to explain to him what was going on. Even if he was annoying, the only person that could help Ryoma now was Shitenhouji's Toyama Kintaro and maybe even Shiraishi Kuranosuke.

Ryoma didn't need to pass through the gates of Shitenhouji's manor; he simply broke in through a window and searched for Toyama and Shiraishi. He'd forgotten how large a king's manor was. Shitenhouji's was like a maze with so many doors and hallways and only nine people reside in it.

He finally found two of the members of the clan he wanted to see. In the dining glass dining room, Shiraishi sat on the end, tapping his fingers lightly on the shined wood. Toyama sat beside the king, his eyes closed and arms folded.

Ryoma invited himself in, sitting down across from Toyama. "Can you please tell me what's going on here, Shiraishi? What… what happened to Fuji-senpai?" The Seventh King refused to meet the eyes of the Third.

Shiraishi sat up straight, observing the young man in front of him. "It wasn't you?"

"No!" Ryoma growled. "My plane just landed in Japan this morning, how could it be me?"

Toyama opened his eyes and sighed heavily. "Ne, Koshimae, if you didn't shoot your friend, then who did?"

A long silence lingered effortlessly. "I was wondering if you'd be able to help me identify Fuji-senpai's killer, Shiraishi."

The Third King let out a deep breath. Fights between kings never started or ended fairly. He promised himself to stay out of another quarrel, but Ryoma himself came in and asked for his help. "Fine. But only because I believe you didn't kill him either."

Atobe leaned on the railing, watching cars pass and people crowding the streets. It had been a week since news broke out that Echizen Ryoma killed Seigaku's Fuji Syusuke.

"So it's true then? Fuji's really dead?" He asked casually, sounding like the news didn't convince him.

"It would seem so."

The fourth king grinned and turned to the other man. "Then I shall keep my promise to you."