Hiya! This is just something I wrote because I was bored. Seriously, my friend thinks I'm crazy for writing this thing. If I could get a review, that'd be great, if not...Oh well, I'll see if I can post another chapter up again soon, like really soon. I'm going by the manga, changing some things as I wri-er-type this.

Disclaimer: Oh, it's been years since I wrote one of these. I do not, could not, and shall not own Prince of Tennis. I'd ruin it. I own nothing but Ebisawa and the Huskies. They are mine MINE I TELL YOU.

Speak is speaking.

Think is thinking.

Speak is mainly speaking in English unless otherwise said.


"The Prince of Tennis has reached the top of the charts once again here in London, ladies and gentlemen, eleven games straight all 6-0. The European Prince has seemed to not even acknowledge the American Prince of-" *CLICK* "De Europese Prins heeft de bovenkant van de grafieken nogmaals hier in Amsterdam, dames en heren, elf spelen rechtstreeks alle 6-0 bereikt." *CLICK* "Le prince européen a atteint de nouveau le dessus des diagrammes ici à Paris, mesdames et messieurs, onze jeux directement chacun des 6-0." *CLICK* "Der europäische Prinz hat die Oberseite der Diagramme noch einmal hier in Berlin, in den Damen und in den Herren, elf Spiele gerade alles 6-0 erreicht." *CLICK* "Der europäische Prinz hat die Oberseite der Diagramme noch einmal hier in Roma, in den Damen und in den Herren, elf Spiele gerade alles 6-0 erreicht." (AN: Just repeats the first sentence over and over and over again…)

"One day, I just want one day where he's not on the news! One single stinking day, an hour, or a minute; but do I get what I ask? No. I get the complete opposite. Why? Who did I anger in my past life?" A young fifth teen year old girl mumbled to herself twitching at the ongoing German news channel which was still talking about the European Prince of Tennis. Her long golden hair was in a messy bun and her blues eyes narrowed in annoyance. She sat on the couch, knees to her chest, annoyed with the television. "I should sic Hades and Zeus on them…Let's see how much they like me then."

Some would think the two understood her best. Two huskies jumped on the couch; a midnight black and an almost silver on each side: they were the infamous Hades and Zeus, hated by all reports, fan boys, and admires. Why? Hades, the midnight black, was abused by a male only to be saved by a little girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. Previously the husky with piercing blue eyes hate any contact with the human race. His previous master was proof of it. Wanting attention from the world, his previous master kidnapped a young girl of high status. This didn't sit well with the husky.

Over time with the girl, he noted that she would leave meat for him to eat when he was watching her and water for him to drink. The last day of her stay, her mother had found her and was going to give his previous master a colorful and painful piece of her mind. His previous master threw a pipe at him. The sweet little girl hugged him, taking the hit. Needless to say, both the girl's mother and he got along very well after that.

Hades snorted at the news channel. His mistress and that weren't even in the same species yet alone "going out" with each other. One, his mistress was much prettier than that thing. Two, his mistress had to smell much nicer than that thing. Even the human males didn't stand that close to her. Three, his mistress was much nicer than that thing. His eyes focused on the silver husky who was getting more attention from his mistress than he was. He wasn't jealous. Imposi-Did that mutt just lick his mistress' hand?

Zeus was content with where he was. He knew that Hades was growling at him for showing their mistress attention. If he could he'd be snickering, but he didn't. He noticed the far-a-way look in Hades' eyes. He should be glad he was he to divide their mistress' time so he could get that look. But was he ever thankful? No.

Zeus locked eyes with Hades, amusement and smugness in his own while jealousy and anger passed threw Hades. Zeus snuggled into their mistress' side, taking in her calming scent. He was personally glad he was able to take in her scent daily. So, tricking their mistress on their first meeting wasn't a great way to leave an impression with the midnight husky. And the second time, and the third time, and fou-well you get the point. It wasn't his fault. He was an alley mutt. He looked up at the teen girl mumbling under her breathe about her tortured nightmare.

He thought back to when he had been being beat up by the overgrown, overweight man. The girl and Hades were taking a walk. The girl still sour about their last encounter where he had ran off with her expensive watch to get food from this idiot that was beating him. She saw it, still angry and swiftly told Hades to 'sic the overgrown pig.' It was a very amusing sight. He shuddered; Hades was the God of the Underworld. Not arguments or excuses; you do not mess with the God of the Underworld.

A sudden crush and splash was heard from the bathroom. Upstairs on the third floor, on the other side of the mansion; their mistress was still twitching from the television. Flipping through channels like there was no tomorrow. To them, it wasn't fair. All she wanted to know was the weather-

Shrieks of horror and a loud pitch of terror ran through the house as maids and butlers were trampled by the huge, soaking wet devil. Poseidon had done it again. He had scared another newbie into letting him into their bath, yes they had a bath. It was like a pool. A very big pool that their mistress had gotten after she won ten straight matches. The sight of a blue-dyed husky was comically, but to be a wet blue-dyed husky who towered over the two of them and have a newbie who had been eyeing their mistress in a not-approved way, by them of course; that…that was just almost worth it. Almost. "Oh my Hera! Poseidon! What are you, Daniel? Are you okay?"

Trying not to laugh, Ryoko got up and helped Daniel off of Poseidon. Hades looked on with grief. He wasn't allowed to sic him. Zeus looked on with annoyance. He wanted the attention. Poseidon looked up to the two younger huskies that weren't glaring at him. Looking up at his mistress and the boy, if he could he would pale. He honestly felt sorry for the human boy. Edging away from the boy and his mistress, Poseidon ducked behind the lamp and Hades lunged off of the couch chasing the human.

Ryoko swallowed her laughter watching the most protective husky chase Daniel, a newbie helper, off out of the room. This means another interview process and another contract; looking up at the ceiling, Ryoko sighed. What god did she anger?


"Hey did you hear?"

"The fourteen year old?"

"No, the European Prince is quitting tennis!"

"NANI?!"

"Not possible. His manager and coach are allowing this?"

"Yeah, they said he's coming to Japan to live a peaceful normal life."

"But he's the Euro-Prince!" Unknown to these idiotic high school boys, the Prince of European Tennis was listening. Granted the Euro-Prince was a cover-up for the person, if you looked closely enough you would see Ryoko twitching ever-so-slightly. She was glaring at the two high school boys who were twice her height, mumbling under her breath about wanting some peace and quiet before she blew a fuse.

Getting up she walked to the next section of the train, only to be brought to this. "Ha ha ha!! You idiots still don't know the rules for gripping!! To hit the top spin, it's the western grip, you know!!"

Now, Ebisawa Ryoko is a very nice person. A very nice, caring person who likes to help others even if they don't want her help which tends to be most of the time; but when a very nice, caring person is cranking and jetlagged, you can come to one conclusion. Very nice and caring person becomes a very scary person. "Stupid! This is common sense!!"

"Oh!! Of course! Sasabe is different!" Tick.

"I'm telling you keep the racket like this and hold it like you're shaking hands." Anime Vein.

"Will you kindly, shut the hell up?!" Ryoko spoke is a very calm, collected, angry voice. The one known as Sasabe dropped his tennis racket. Looking at Ryoko who was obviously angry, but he was pushing Lady Luck today.

"Tahaha!! This is embarrassing! Getting told off by a little kid and all!" Flames surround Ryoko.

"Holding the upper part of the racket and clamping it, that's the correct western grip, moron. Another thing, you stupid retarded sorry excuse of a tennis player, the thing you said about 'shaking hands'? Yeah, that's the eastern grip. But its okay, because you're a stupid sorry excuse of a tennis player, it's common for people, like you, to learn the opposite way."

"Sei Harudai! Sei Harudai!"

"Ha ha! Sasabe, you must be embarrassed!"

"Sh...Shut up! Just get off!"

"Thank you for telling them off."

"Ara? Watashi?" Ryoko looked around. Noticing she was the only one who looked remotely like someone who understood English, she nodded. A look of panic crossed her face. "Holy monkey poop on a stick! This is my stop! Oh monkey poop, Hades is probably going crazy right now."


"Which way is it…Which way is it…I knew it. I should have brushed up on my reading before I came here."

"Um…Which way is the Gakino Gisaka Garden?" A boy's voice asked. Thanking the gods that he wasn't asking her, she turned and watched the interaction of the boy who spoke English and a young Japanese girl with pigtails.

"Oh! I'm heading there to watch too! Are you going to be in the match? Tennis is new to me!"

"…So which way is it?" An anime sweat drop formed on Ryoko's head.

"Ah, sorry! I just… Exit from the South gate way and you'll soon notice it."

"South gateway….Right, thanks." Honto ni arigato. Ryoko thought as she quickly walked to the south gateway. Hades you better not killing anyone right now.


"This isn't anywhere near home!! Oh no, Hades is going to kill every male in the area and then Zeus is going to attract every single person to Hades who will kill every male and then Poseidon will mistake the blood for water and his fur is going to be soaked with blood! This will attract more people to them, which will make the cycle repeat itself…Which will mean big brother will come home and see blood and freak out. Not good. Not good, not good at all." Ryoko knew about her huskies habits, turning a blind eye because they were so cute. But all that panicking lead to a sore throat. Walking over to the vending machines, she bought a grape ponta. Turning around she saw the reason why she was lost and the boy.

"Ahh! Were you going to watch the tennis matches, too?" The girl asked. She looked very sorry for whatever reason. I sighed and shrugged. "I'm sorry; you must have overheard me give the wrong directions. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I guess. No harm no foul."

"Ah…S...Sorry seems like I have no coins…Thanks for the drinks…" She addressed the boy behind me. I rolled my eyes and started to think how to tell onii-san that he doesn't need to come to Japan because of a blood bath that his sister's huskies caused.

"Oh. Isn't that the little brat I saw before?" Tick.

"The one who embarrassed you on the train, great job by the way girlie, and look she plays tennis, too." Anime sweat drop. Ryoko looked on her shoulder. Her eye twitched. This was the exact reason why she didn't want to bring her tennis bag with her. Forget the part about tennis; she only brought it with her because of her hobby.

"Ah, you do have a tennis racket! You must have been entered into the tournament. I'm so sorry."

"No, it's not that-"

"Heh, she must have lost so she's leaving." Another high school boy said. Sasabe ran at you with the racket going to hit you. He was smirking the whole way. He stopped two inches above your head.

"You can't even defend yourself. How dare you talk to me about tennis!" Your eyes were closed and your left eye brow was twitching. Anyone anywhere who was smart would have backed away by now. "Thinking you can beat me with just theories is a big mistake. Keep that in your mind! Ha ha ha! Well, gotta go! Ha ha ha!"

"Kya!" Was a cry you heard. The girl with the bad sense of direction was run over by the high school boy named Sasabe who signed his death away to one Ebisawa Ryoko.

"Ahh?!!! Shit! You got juice on me!! It's sticky! What am I going to do now you idiot?! Unlike that little brat I have matches!!"

"S…Sorry…" Ryoko looked at the boy from earlier on the train. Sighed and threw her drink and can at the Sasabe's head. Followed by the boy's drink and can. Ryoko smirked.

"Did you learn how to grip yet? Well, if you didn't….We might have to teach you a move, just take it as a nice thank you for ruining my peaceful quick day. It's not everyday you get to embarrass a high schooler, ne Ryoma-san?" He smirked in replay. "So how about it? Tennis 101, two against one, from your adorable kohais, unless, you are afraid?"

"Bring it."


"Yo guys, Sasabe is really being public about this!! Beat them down Sasabe."

"Yo little brats!!" Twitch. Tick. Vein. "Seems like you two need a couple of beatings to get your mind straight. Don't regret it!" Flames in background. I'm going to crush his little ego who the heck is he calling a little brat. Looking over to her doubles partner, a sweat drop formed. She noticed the similar height.

"Is that so?" Her partner replied. She'll let him do the talking. After all, she was a pro-tennis player. Letting Echizen Ryoma, yes she knew who he was, annoy him a bit would prove to be entertaining.

"Best of one set match! Sasabe service play. You think you can return my serve?!" He said as he served the ball.

"Think? Nah, I know I can. Pay attention. Speed Shot." I said coming out from behind Echizen return his so-called serve. I smirked as I returned to the left. "What's the matter, sempai? Are you surprised?"

"That girl…Her shot, was so fast…I couldn't even see it, let alone her move!" One of the boys on the sidelines said.

"She returned the hit…She…how…" The other one.

"The ball is still spinning in the fence." The girl cried.

"Gomen, Ryoma-san, I'll let you get the next one." Ryoko said smiling like an angel. "Besides that wasn't his proper hit, ne? I'm sure you saw it, too."

He smirked. She's good. Up to my standards good, she is probably an experienced doubles player. She easily covered me when she saw I wasn't going to move. He looked over to the idiot. "That wasn't his proper hit. Doubt he even knows one."

"We should give him another chance. After all, I don't play games that bore me. Do your best, idiot."

"Hmmph! You two are funny. But there won't be a next one!" Staying still, Ryoko watched as Echizen return the ball. "What the…?!! That one would've been dangerous…"

"Sempai…You're a very boring opponent. All talk but nothing to back up your ego. We'll have fun, crushing that ego of yours." Ryoko said, giving Sasabe her trademark smirk. "It's our serve, right sempai?"

Echizen took the ball and tossed it to me. He gave Ryoko a look and she nodded. They'll let him hit the ball. One this one ball.

"He's fast!! That boy is already at the net."

"But before, that girl's Speed Shot…It was fast, plus she wasn't even trying to hit it…"

"Are you saying they let him return a serve?"

"Sasabe lost his service!! What the hell is going on?"

"Mou, sempai-taichi, you're loud and annoying." Ryoko said with a blank face. "Do kindly shut up."

"You idiots, they're kids, I'm going easy on them." Looking over at the two almost first years, Sasabe glared. I don't like them…

"Game Count 1-0 Echizen-Uh…Girl's lead." Gripping her racket in her right hand, Ryoko tossed the ball to Echizen, because she knew if she served she would have served directly in the third year's face.

"WHAT?!" We smirk. In the same voice.

"Since you're going to the finals, we better make this quick."

"Those two aren't your average players. And to be playing together against Sasabe…"

Ryoko yawns. This is becoming tiring, boring same-old-same-old matches that I wanted to get away from. Looking over to the girl, I saw an elderly lady standing near her. "WHA? FOUR TIME AEMRICAN JUNIOR CHAMPION?!"

"Heh, hey, Ryoma-san, they're talking about you."

"ECHIZEN RYOMA?!"

"But that girl…" Ryoko was looking straight at her, returning one of Sasabe's shots without even looking at him. "…Ebisawa Ryoko, am I right?"

Ryoko smirks, but doesn't say anything. Turning she watched Sasabe panting, Ryoko raised a brow at him. One of the high schoolers started to think. "Ebisawa…Ebisawa…Where have I heard that name before?"

"Just the name or her?"

"Grandma?"

"Ebisawa's are known for two things, styling and tennis. Ebisawa Emiko is a top styler in hair, nails and make up. Ebisawa Takeshi is known as a Tennis God in London, her three older brothers are Lords and Kings of tennis. Her cousin, Ebisawa Ryuu is the newly retired European Prince of Tennis. But Ebisawa Ryoko, plays street tennis and only street tennis. She still made a name of herself, switching between doubles and singles, Ebisawa Ryoko is known as the Devil's Mistress on the streets of Europe."

"Devil's Mistress?"

"Devil's Mistress is a name for a tennis prodigy who can easily play doubles or singles, in doubles the player is known for the more angelic quick movements, but when playing singles a devil-like speed and attacks come out. Which is why she's called the Devil's Mistress." The girl said softly, shocked.

"Meaning…"

"She's an international level player who doesn't like authority or rules." Sumire said, proudly.

"Holy…?! Sasabe hurry to the front! There's no need for mercy! Show them your special net play! If Sasabe goes to the net, there's no way they could hit the ball in that area."

"Sakuno, which moves has Ebisawa used so far?"

"Something called Speed Shot. It was really fa-"

"Really fast and once it hit something solid it kept spinning?"

"Yes, grandma…"

"She hit it with her right, didn't she?"

"Old lady, what does that have to do with anything?"

"That's easy, and don't call me an old lady. They're making fun of him. Not even taking the match seriously."

"WHAT?!" Ryoko smiled. She saw what Echizen was doing. Hitting the ball far back into the sidelines. She nodded. Hitting the ball back the left corner of the court, this is getting fun.

"Hey…Isn't this really dangerous…?Even if this is a game of fun…" Ryoko snorts at this. "How can two middle school…" Twitch, Tick, flames. "To a high school…" I wonder if I can sic Hades on them…

"Yo…" Echizen smirked. "Aren't you going to use that special net play?"

"UGH!!!" Hmm, maybe put them next to a fountain and let Poseidon go at them?

"Amazing! It went in again!" Sakuno cheered.

"Hold up!! Wasn't that ball just out right now?!" WHAT IN THE NAME OF HERA DID YOU JUST SAY?!

"Heh, idiot! Who said it was in? Of course it was out!" WHY YOU LITTLE-?! I'M GOING TO SIC HADES ON YOU, LET THEM TAKE YOU TO A HOSPITAL AND THEN WHEN YOU LEAVE SIC HIM ON YOU AGAIN! Ryoko thought gripping her racket in her hand and twitching slightly. You have signed your death wish and it has been delivered to a one Echizen Ryoma and a one Ebisawa Ryoko, thank you and enjoy the afterlife. "This one's out too!!"

"Hmm…This is a self judged game…Those punks will judge the way they want to…However…Angering the Devil's Mistress and the Prince of America with injustice..They are still not taking him seriously."

"Look Sasabe came up to the net!! Way to go!" Ryoko yawns and look at her nails. Watching with blank eyes as Echizen hits the ball.

"Hey, sempai? The ball's still in right?" Ryoko calls, still looking at her nails.

"Grandma, why didn't Ebisawa-san move? She could have gotten the ball, right?"

"She could have. But they have been calling Echizen's balls out. Not hers. She didn't see the justice in hitting it and fooling him. Besides, she'll hit it. When the time comes to it. "

"What?!! The lob hit turned the ball to stop before the line?!!" Ryoko smirked. Took you long enough, Echizen.

"Kuku…That little boy."

"It's too slow! This will stop it now!!"

"He's purposely doing it!! Don't go up Sasabe!" Yawning Ryoko looked over that the three high school students on the sidelines. Idiots.

"Eck!! Eat this!" Ryoko smirked and crouched down. Echizen nodded. Jumping up she returned the ball only to have the outcome like her Speed Shot.

"Wha…What?!"

"Speed Return. It can return any ball possible. Thus far. I've only heard about her Speed Shot, Return and Serve. Ah!"

"Sorry this happened. My hand slipped. Why don't we just stop?" Teme…I'm going to crush him.

"Lord have mercy on his soul." Sumire said, eyes wide. Sakuno beside her looked terrified. Ebisawa-kun looked very scary. "About two years ago, Ebisawa Yuuske, eldest child of the five Ebisawa children couldn't play the rest of one of his matches because someone pulled a trick like that. Yuuske was unable to continue the match because of the injury he recieved form the opponent he was facing. Just like Echizen's, Yuuske's was above his left brow. Ebisawa Ryoko was only 12 at the time, saw that his opponent did it on purpose and challenged him to a honor staked match, in Europe when challenged to a match like that if you refuse you don't go anywhere but down. Ryoko went all out on him and he forfeited the match a shot away from the ending. To use a dirty trick like that, Ryoko has 13 different levels of power, only using just about six to beat the boy senseless, that boy is bringing up unwanted and unneeded memories in the girl and she has no mercy now."

"Ebisawa-san…Echizen-san…" She looks so angry…It's almost like a demon's rage...

"You…" Echizen said. "You still haven't shown us a proper grip…It's just beginning."

"Teme…" Ryoko growled. I'm going to sic Hades on you like there's no tomorrow if I ever see you again.

"Ha ha! Let's see how long you can use such big words!"

"If those are big words, teme-sempai, you must be a fucking idiot." Ryoko growled.

"Game Count 5-2. Ebisawa-Echizen Lead. I really wouldn't want to be you, Sasabe…" The girl said while looking at the younger girl who was giving him a devil's glare.

"They're pissed in the inside. Heh, trying to look good." Sasabe said. "Come on and hit it already!" Is Echizen going to do what I think he's going to do? Because if he does, he's my new best friend. "I got this!! Ugh!"

He did! Ooh, I have a human best friend who is a male…Oh crud, Hades is going to try to make a chew toy out of him…

"Hey …Did that serve just turn the other way…? You don't think…"

"Idiots can't even tell what a twist serve is. It's the Twist serve. You really shouldn't have pissed us off, teme-sempai. And to think, we're only using a quarter of our skill to beat you." Ryoko shouted.

"Bullshit…The twist serve…" Isn't that what I just said! Tick. Twitch. I'm right here giving you the damn information and you complete blow me off. Talk about rudeness.

"Amazing it's the first time I see it live!!" How about the first time you see it returned? Oh wait…that was me…Hee hee.

"Hitting it that sharply…even adults have a hard time with it!" Really? I can do it. Easily, now the Speed Serve. Ryoko smirks darkly.

"St…Stingy bastard!" Let's see that's the third time he's used the Twist Serve. So the score is 40-0.

"Eat this." Ryoko smiles. This is fun.

"No…NOO!!" …Baka…He's doing a regular serve….

"Baka." Ryoko and Ryoma say at the same time.

"G…Game Set!" The girl called.

"Wait you two! When did I say it was only one set! Play one more! You'll taste the bitterness of defeat!"

"Bore. This game would have been a bore and I wouldn't have spared more than seven minutes of my time here.

"If you're a real 'man,' you should know to fairly accept defeat. No matter how many times you play, you'll never defeat those two. If I remember correctly…"

"It doesn't matter. Ryoma-san. Let me take this set. If he wants another, you'll have him. This insult pushed me way too far. I'm going to give him a very good piece of my mind. Ne, Ryoma-san?"

"Fine!! One more time!! Give me your best shot!"

"Hey Ryoma I'm borrowing your Twist!" Ryoko shouted as she hit a twist serve, perfectly. Three…two…One…

"HOLY! SHE HIT THE TWIST SERVE! LEFT HANDED!!" The high school student shouted. Ryoko smirked.

"That boy and Ryoko are almost like twins. She's a left handed player. Just like Echizen."

"Hey you punks! You're not supposed to play without permission!!" Shouted an official. Too bad so sad, my daddy owns this place… Ryoko glared at the official as the high school students run and Sumire guide Sakuno and Ryoma away.

"Want to run that by me again, Yamaguchi-san? I have to ask permission to use a court on the land that my father owns, why?" Ryoko asked with flames in the background. Yamaguchi-san cowered in fear of the new owner's daughter.