IMPORTANT! - THE 'NEW PRINCE OF TENNIS' IS OUT! I READ CHAPTER ONE AND I'M HAPPY TO SAY THAT PRINCE OF TENNIS IS BACK! WOOO-HOOO!!!!

Summery- Ryoma lost family when he was 4 and is adopted by Takashi's family. How will things change? Will he even continue tennis? Pairing undecided, will be Shounen-ai..

Declaimer - Me no own PoT, sadly

Note - Me never wrote PoT STORY (just two bad one-shots T.T). First try. No Beta-Read.

Warning - Characters might be a little ooc. The pairings are undecided but it will be slash which means boyxboy. If you have problem with this then leave now and don't go complaining about it if you don't even like what I just warned you. Because then you're just being stupid and mean.

Pairings - Undecided for now.

Published: 1.02.09

Revised: 3.05.09

-Start!-

Six year old Kawamura Takashi stretched his small arms as he walked down the street, his karate uniform neatly folded in his backpack. Practice was longer than expected today because sensei had decided to practice the order for the ceremony for when he and the others get to have a white belt, finally after watching and helping around the dojo he and his friends can take part! He could start training for real! Takashi grinned goofily thinking about working his way to a black belt like his sempai-tachi did.

Something sharp and stinging suddenly reached his nose and he covered his mouth with his hands instantly. He looked up at the sky to see black smoke rising in the air. He gasped and took a right turn, his eyes widening at the sight of red angry flames spreading over a house quickly. His gasped when he heard a cry of help inside the house on the 3rd floor.

Takashi quickly ran to the house next door and banged his fist on the door.

"Please open up! There's a fire! Someone's in there!" he yelled.

As soon as the door was opened by a tall gruff man he pointed to the fire.

"Fire!" the man at the door gasped and took hold of his shoulders.

"Kid, go into my house and call for the fire trucks! I'll get others to help put the fire out!" then the big man ran past him yelling at the top of his lungs for help as he went to the nearest fire hydrant.

Takashi quickly did what the big man told him and called for the fire trucks. The operator kept him on the phone as the trucks were sent while he explained what happened.

By the time he got out onto the street, there were 3 fire trucks on the street hosing at the house. Takashi coughed at the smell of the smoke. The street had become crowded with people who tried to help. He stood there, in front of the big man's house watching sickly as the house shook a bit.

A fire truck suddenly raised its ladder towards the 3rd floor. Takashi squinted at the bright flames to see a woman with long brown hair holding a bundle.

"Take my son first! Take my son!" she hollered crying.

The fireman grabbed the bundle of blankets before holding out a hand to the woman. She reached out towards him when Takashi suddenly heard a loud heart splitting moan.

MMMGGHH…

CRASHHHH!!!!

"MA'AM!!!"

Takashi cried in horror when the house suddenly collapsed, enclosing the house and the woman. He felt tears prick for the unfortunate woman instantly thinking of his own mother. Trying to wipe away his tears he watched as the fireman was lowered back down, his face sickened with guilt and sadness.

Takashi noticed the bundle in his arms had yet to move and panicked. Trying to gulp back his tears, he ran past the fire trucks that kept trying to put the flames out and ran to the ambulance. No one noticed him as they uncovered the bundle. Takashi felt something grip his heart at the sight.

A small boy whom was probably only 4 or 5 years old was tucked in the fireman's arm, scratches and dirt covered his body as well as slight burns, his emerald hair looked like some fire had burnt the edges. His small chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe making a sickening wheezing sound. Takashi watched as they took the boy into the ambulance and drove off, the sirens echoing in his ears.

He looked back towards the house and noticed the fire had reduced to almost nothing and was only burning at the ashes. Takashi felt tears cascading down his face. A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"Boy, you should go home."

He looked up to see the same tall gruff man staring down at him, his own tears falling down his face. Takashi nodded slowly not bothering to wipe his tears.

The man turned and walked slowly back to his house shaking his head. Takashi could hear him mumbling sadly, 'They were such a good family. Poor little boy. He's already orphaned at such a tiny age.' Takashi sniffled as the image of the small emerald haired boy popped into his mind. He dragged himself home crying. When his house came into view something suddenly sprang within him and he ran towards the door.

Yanking the door open, not even bothering to take off his shoes, he ran through the sushi restaurant and up the stairs. At the sight of his mother he felt happiness spread through him and launched himself onto her waist.

"Whoa! Takashi! What's going on? Why are you so late today?! And why are you still wearing your shoes in the house?!" Takashi never felt happier in his life as his mother ranted on him.

He felt tears escape him and she instantly stopped. "Takashi?" she asked smoothing his hair. He leaned into her warm hand as he cried in joy for himself and in sadness for the boy.

-2 weeks later-

He wondered. Day after day Takashi wondered about the boy. He remember finding out a few days after that the people who died in the fire were his parents friends. He also found out that there was also a husband and a niece who died in the fire. During the funeral the sun shone so brightly that Takashi felt irritated at how nice the day had been at such a sad time.

He had looked for the boy with the emerald hair, but the boy was nowhere in sight that day. His father and mother told him that the boy was in the hospital still and wasn't accepting any visitors. Takashi felt saddened. He really wanted to see the boy, to at least know if his burns had healed. The helpless state the boy had been tugging at Takashi's mind for a while now.

"Kawamura-san!"

"Huh?!"

He looked up and gulped as his Sensei looked down at him.

"You've been like this for weeks now. Honestly you're one of my good students! Don't tell me all that sushi is going to your head!" she waved her hand in the air with a hint of joking in her voice.

Usually when she jokes everyone would laugh, but today Takashi only nodded.

"Hai, Sensei."

He didn't look up to see any of his friends or sensei's worried faces.

His mind was too filled about the small boy.

-Takashi's house-

Takashi dragged his feet towards his house slowly, causing his shoes to become into an even worse shape than they already were. He lifted his head slightly to make sure he didn't stray from the path before stopping to stare at a long black limousine that was parked in front of his house. Moving his legs once more, he continued to stare at the limo as he advanced home.

He paused at the sound of other voices in the house and wondered what strangers there were this time. Opening the door slowly he peeked inside to see the sushi restaurant abandoned and the voice seemed to be coming from upstairs. He shuffled in, trying not to make a sound, carefully taking off his shoes he walked up the stairs.

"Sign here and everything is all set."

"Oh thank goodness."

"Of course we'll be checking in every 2 weeks for a few months."

"Yes. We understand. We're just glad that it could go through."

"His things will be arriving tomorrow, though there's not much, just things that were in the backyard like his shoes and backpack. His other possessions that are at the dorm will remain there unless he wants them here himself."

"Yes. We will provide for him."

Takashi opened the living room door to see his parents sitting with 2 men in black drinking tea and looking through paper work. His parents seemed to be in a happy mood which was a bit for a surprise since they had been a bit sad from the loss of their friends.

"Takashi, good timing, come sit over here."

He obeyed and walked towards his parents, seating himself between the two. He looked at the two men across from them and his eyes widened.

Between the two men sat the boy with emerald green hair. He had two golden pair of cat eyes and it seemed his body was pretty small as he stared at them with bored eyes. The boy had on an arm cast with a sling and bandages accessorized his small lean neck. He wore a long sleeve dark blue uniform but Takashi could see his bandaged fingers. The grey shorts that the boy wore help show the bandages that had wrapped themselves around the boy's small legs.

"Takashi." He looked up to his parents who smiled down at him.

"This is Ryoma. He is…was…our friend's son. Since he doesn't have a place to go anymore we're adopting him." Takashi's eyes widened as he turned back to look at the boy who seemed unaffected or even aware of what was going on outside of his invisible personal bubble.

He found himself asking out loud, "So he's going to be my brother?"

His parents smiled. "That's right. You're going to be a big brother from now on. Treat him well okay?"

Takashi felt something tug instantly at his lips and smiled goofily.

"Okay!" he turned back to stare at the boy, ignoring what the adults talked about after that. He was glad the boy, known as Ryoma now, was okay. And even better Takashi would be able to get to know the boy since now they were brothers! Takashi silently made a vow to watch over his new brother from now on and make sure Ryoma was comfortable.

Withdrawing from his thoughts he found, to his surprise, that he and Ryoma was the only ones in the room. He looked around but the adults seemed to have left. He glanced back at Ryoma, and with determination, smiled to the boy.

"Ohayo Ryoma-kun, my name is Takashi."

Ryoma stared at him for a while before turning back to stare at the wall.

"Ryoma-kun?" the boy sent him a scowl before looking back at the wall.

Takashi felt the excitement leave him and instead was replaced with the feeling of being nervous. After all the boy did just lose his family 2 weeks ago, and having being adopted by strangers must be an emotional toll as well. Maybe Ryoma didn't like his family? Takashi grew more nervous as he thought more and more on the subject. Looking up he tried to offer a smile again, knowing it came out with his nervous feelings though.

"U-ummm...." Ryoma didn't even turn to him as he kept staring at the wall.

"W-what do you l-like to play?"

Ryoma turned to him and gave him a look. Takashi suddenly felt like he wasn't the older one now. The way Ryoma looked at him made him shift in his seat and look away. As the silence continued Takashi started to feel very inferior to the younger boy.

"I'm so glad that went well."

"Aa, the qualifications were easy enough."

The door slid open and Takashi looked up to see his parents smiling. "Now then, Takashi, why don't you show Ryoma-kun to his new room? We moved the things in the room at the end of the hall out and already bought a new bed and dresser for him. He can't talk right now because the fire had affected his lungs a bit but it'll be better in a few days. Until then try asking him yes and no questions so he could just nod or shake his head okay?" Takashi nodded slowly getting up.

He turned towards Ryoma who didn't move from his spot. "Umm…" Ryoma suddenly stood up and walked past him. Takashi took note that he was a head shorter than himself as he followed the younger boy to show him where his new room was.

When they arrived Ryoma opened the door, but before Takashi could step in as well the boy had suddenly slammed the door and locked it with an echoing click. Takashi blinked staring at the door for a while before looking down and turning away. Takashi knew when he wasn't wanted and from the actions of his new younger brother Takashi was very sure that Ryoma really didn't even want to look at him.

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Okay I know I was suppose to put this up like February 13th but I thought I did but I guess I didn't. Gomen. Anyways, the top note labeled 'important' should be read! Why? Because it effects any and all PoT fans!

Anyways R&R.