Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of tennis.
This is my first fan fiction. Hope it turns out ok. This would be a short fiction because I don't see myself capable of writing long ones.
Summary: Two years ago, the first year tennis prodigy from Seigaku, Echizen Ryoma, disappeared from the junior high tennis world. Nobody knows what happen to him or where he is. Two years later, he returns back to Seigaku, back into the regulars' lives just when they had moved on. What is going to happen now? Past is going to be revealed, personal boundaries would be crossed, hearts would be broken and the one question will be answered: Is it wrong to be selfish to be with the ones you loved.
'Everyone deserved to be selfish, even a king'
Blurred faces. Blue. White. Tennis. Gray. Purple. A car. Tires shrieking. Movement. A push. Screams. Pain
Eyes opened as I stared at the ceiling above me. The same images, random images that makes no sense yet seems so….familiar.
My name is Echizen Ryoma and I have amnesia. The first conscious memory I have of my life is waking up staring at the bare white ceiling of the hospital room. That was two years ago. Since then I have been living with Keigo in his mansion in France. I have no recollection of who I am or where I am from. All the little bits and pieces of my life were told to me by Keigo. Normally people will freak out not knowing their past but I am ok with not knowing because there is never a dull moment living with Keigo. We would have arguments and trust me that happen almost everyday and it is pure satisfaction seeing Keigo gapping like a goldfish over some comment I said. I would gladly live this kind of life if it won't for these images that plague my dreams. These images has been happening a lot recently and I can't help wondering if they were not just images but memories of a past that I have buried deep within me. Switching on the side lamp, I started to pen a letter to Keigo about the decision I made a while ago. By the time it reaches him in America I would have already been enrolled into Seigaku. Please forgive me Keigo.
1 week later in America
By the time you read this letter I would be in Japan. I know you specifically told me to never go to Seigaku but I can't help it. I need to know, I want to know. Forgive me Keigo…..
The glass I held in my hand fell and shattered as I read the letter Ryoma send me. I was in shock. I felt myself shaking as I wrapped my arms around me. Why Ryoma? Why now? Why can't you leave your past alone? When you do recall everything what will happen to you? Will the you that I came to love disappear? Would the smile that I loved be replaced by a smirk once again? "Oh god I can't lose you…not now" I mumbled as tears fell down in streams. I ignored the concerned hands of my maids trying to pry me from my kneeling position. Everything hurts, everything is breaking apart, the perfect life I have constructed with you is breaking apart this very moment and I can't do anything to prevent it. "Don't leave me, Ryoma…" I whispered as I slowly slipped into my dream world.
A/N: It did not turn out like I planned but I am happy with it. There might be a lot of grammatical mistakes so please bear with it. This is an idea that came to me one day and frankly I have no idea where it will lead because I did not have anything planned out yet. But do review and tell me whether you like it or not. : )