Hi. Well, this is my first fanfic I ever wrote… :D Yay me! I just noticed, also, that I published this on my friend's birthday. LOL Anyways, if any of you readers want to give me a review, DON'T go easy on me. Criticize, please! :D Thanks, and enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. Oh, did I disappoint you? Mada mada dane.
Prologue – Chapter 1
A lone warrior stood at the top of the hill at midnight, silently breathing. An owl hooted into the darkness of the night. Footsteps crunched on the frozen, dewy grass and the warrior blended in with the darkness, awaiting and watching for the intruder.
"It is only me," the intruder called out. "They said to tell you that they are about five minutes away and to apologize for going." With that, the intruder bowed and left. Silently, the warrior let the thoughts sink into his head. He gasped. They should not have gone. The prediction had showed-!
Hurriedly, the warrior rechecked that he had his sword and struggled into his light, sturdy armor. Not bothering to waste time running down the hill, the warrior jumped off, landed perfectly, and took off sprinting.
Ten minutes later, the warrior arrived at the destination. Panting, he looked up just in time to see just what the prediction has shown him. His friend was lying limply on the floor, and a guy was holding a gun to his friend's head. The smirk on the killer-to-be's face was visible in the beams of moonlight shining upon Earth.
"No!" the warrior cried out, grabbing his knife and throwing it at the murderer. His aim was true. Before the murderer could react in time, the knife knocked the gun out of his hand. The failed killer howled at the scratch the knife had made on him. Any normal person would have shuddered at the inhuman howl.
Sword flashing, the warrior lopped the failed killer's head off. The dead killer dissolved into sand and disappeared. The warrior slid his bloodless blade back into its sheath. Standing up, the warrior's slightly dull, brown eyes shifted towards his friends. They were all thrown into the pile by the now dead killer, minus the one still lying limply on the cold, hard granite floor.
"Goodbye," the warrior whispered before running off into the darkness. As he ran off, one of the warrior's friends began to stir. The Next Day
Knock. Knock. One of the warrior's friends knocked on the door of their friend's house, the other friends behind him. There was no answer.
"Oh?" a female voice came from behind them. "If you're looking for Ry, they all went back to America this morning. I'm the only one left." The teammates turned to see Nanako, Ry's cousin, as she came up the stairs and unlocked the door. The only thing they could feel was shock.
"How long will he be gone?" one asked.
"Years, maybe?" Nanako shrugged. The friends were saddened, and Nanako turned around and went into the house.
"Ry," Tezuka Kunimitsu, age nine, looked at the sky, where an airplane was flying across the sky. The others, too, looked up.
"Ry."
That was the first chapter. :3 I'll try and update soon, but depends if I have time… Well, actually this fanfic is pretty fun to write, so I'm sure it'll be soon…
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