Why hello, my dear kittens! You must be overjoyed upon finding out that I decided to finally reveal my newest masterpiece! Fufufu~
...Ok enough dramatics...! Anyway, I find myself so attached to this story that I almost feel like not sharing it but after much convicing from my dear Izaya and KAITO (yes I have my own Izaya (Durarara!) and KAITO (Vocaloid)... Cosplay. Friends. Long story. 'Nuff said.) as well from reviews, I decided to put it up. I'm really proud of how well RNM is turning out so I hope you guys like it as much as I do. If it goes how I have it planned than this story will have the same amount of chapters as PoN if not more, though that chapters won't be as long (for now). There will be a few 'cliche' moments and such but hey, it's nice to go back to the good old cliche every once and a while, right? XD As the story goes on, I'll be adding fun twists and turns so be sure to pay attention!

I'll tell now that this story has references to other animes and manga both popular and unpopular ones. As a fellow anime/manga lover and fan I challenge YOU to see how many you can find and name!

~MCD~

Rikkaidai's New Manager

Cover Image: Undercover Ryoma by Ryoka-chan

Rating: T
Genres: humour, school, sports, shounen-ai/yaoi
Summary: The story begins with Seigaku agreeing to send their newest member, Echizen Ryoma, to Rikkaidai to act as the tennis team's manager. Of course, Rikkaidai never met the small freshman before so things should be easy, right? Well, plans go haywire as the Rikkai captain, Yukimura Seiichi, and Ryoma get close.

Main Pairing: Sensual
Side Pairings: ?

Warnings: language and a scheming Seigaku
Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis therefore I don't own Ryoma. As a result, I own the delicious semes! Muwahahaha! *sees mob of lawyers* What? They're included? Damn it...
Owns only: story and plot

Quotes: "If Plan A, Plan B, and Plan C doesn't work then try Plan Z and think backward." (my brother) and "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em." (unknown)

Prologue - O.R.M.E.

Nine middle school boys sat in silence around the wooden tables of the sushi shop. Well actually, one of them was sleeping soundly, ignoring the bits and pieces of conversation that the other eight had. They each wore clothes colored with white, blue, and red with the word SEIGAKU sown on—these clothes being their tennis team uniform. Their faces looked serious as they went into deep thought while poking at their food. Usually their group is rowdy but this time they had a difficult problem laying ahead in the future...

"Ne, has anyone thought of any ideas?" The one called Momoshiro Takeshi asked, interrupting the others' thoughts. "We've been sitting here for hours!"

The snake-looking player, Kaidoh Kaoru, was finishing his favourite drink calmly before he snapped at his rival. "If we did then we wouldn't be quiet, now would we, baka! Think with your head for once!"

Momoshiro glared back at the other boy and stood at the challenge presented to him. "I dare you to say that again, Mamushi!"

"Fssh. No need to be angry just because I stated the truth, peachbutt!" Kaidoh retorted, scoffing, as he dodged the incoming sushi.

"You're the one to talk!"

"What was that?!"

"Don't make me repeat myself! It's bad for my health!"

"Your health is just fine, you hissing reptile!"

"Momoshiro, cut that out right now!" The mother hen of the group, Oishi Shuichiro, stared the second year down in an angry glare. "There is no throwing food in the shop!" He then turned and sent an apologetic glance toward the light haired boy, Kawamura Takashi, behind the counter. "I'm sorry about that."

Kawamura laughed while a broad smile etched itself on his lips. Leaning over the counter he replied simply, "It was bound to happen. Don't worry about it."

Oishi flashed him a look of unsurence, "If you say so."

"Well," the young chef started, "as long as they don't wrecking the place."

Why did that sound like a threat?

The team's tensai, Fuji Syuusuke, just smiled his usual closed-eye smile at the free entertainment. Seigaku never failed to amuse him even in the slightest. Though, he couldn't say the same for the obviously annoyed captain, Tezuka Kunimitsu. "Saa, let's get back to business before our dear captain explodes."

"Fuji." Tezuka's voice was laced with irritation as he spoke the chestnut haired boy's name warningly.

"Fujiko's right! Nya~" The bouncy red head, Kikumaru Eiji, exclaimed, hanging onto his doubles partner with a smile. Then with a silent realization he glanced over to their sleeping teammate. "Ne..."

The bowl-haired vice-captain looked at the male currently attached to him in a loose hug. "Eiji, what's the matter?"

"Ne, Rikkaidai hasn't met Ochibi yet, have they?"

Momoshiro and Kaidoh stopped their argument. They both shrugged after giving the question a little thought. Kawamura shook his hand and shared an uncertain glance with the smiling closed-eyed tensai. Tezuka appeared thoughtful then turned to the data man next to Oishi.

"Inui, have they?"

Letting his glasses shine in the shop's dim light, Inui pulled out his ever-famous notebook and began flipping through the filled pages rapidly. "Hmmm. This is Hyotei's and that other one was Rokkaku's so it must be it the behind my Juice notebook." Tossing the object onto the now empty table, he glanced up to see the gaping faces of the other regulars—with the exception of Tezuka and Fuji of course. "What?"

"Just how many notebooks do you have?!"

"His bag has its own library..."

"I'm afraid to ask, but what do you put in that juice notebook?"

Inui set the correct notebook onto the table and opened to a random page. "I have 32 as of right now. 7 are in my bag. As for your other question; it contains-"

"Ahh!" Eiji shouted, arms outstretched, in hopes of silencing the fellow third year. "I don't want to hear what's in those accursed drinks of yours!"

"Eiji, calm down!" Oishi chided. "That aside..."

"Ah yes, well according to the data I've collected... They have not."

The purple eyed power player raised an eyebrow. "What does Echizen have to do anything?"

"If Echizen hasn't met them yet then we could use that to our advantage, baka!"

"What did you just call me?!"

"Baka Momo! If you're too stupid to know what that means then go ask some passing kindergardener-fsssh!"

"Damn you, Mamushi! Why don't you just go slither under some rock where you belong!"

The others sighed at the progressing fight between the rivals. With the final decision to ignore the duo, the rest went back to discussing their next move. Stopping them wasn't really worth their time.

"Considering that they don't know that he joined yet, Echizen should be able to infiltrate them directly," the mother hen said, glancing at the stoic brown haired captain. "However, he can't be allowed to play tennis. If he does that, it may lead to suspicion."

Coming from behind the counter, Kawamura placed his white hat on the table as he sat down. "But if he doesn't join them then how is supposed to keep tabs on them?"

"I suppose he could befriend one of the tennis members," suggested Fuji as he bit into some wasabi. "Saa, what do you think, Tezuka?"

The said third year seemed to ponder for a moment. "...Manager..."

"Nani? Nani? What's this about a manager?" The acrobat, confused, looked at the others. "How is a manager going to help?"

Inui pushed the glasses to the bridge of his nose. "Actually, Eiji, I believe he was referring to Rikkaidai."

"You mean like having Echizen become their manager?" Kaidoh threw out questioningly.

"Saa, that's quite an interesting idea."

The vice-captain scratched his black bowl shaped hair. "It might actually work. He would be able to watch them from the front row seat."

"Yeah! Not to mention he still gets to work with tennis in general-nya!"

"They might let him exercise with them too."

"As long as he doesn't do anything to give himself away, this plan will be fool-proof." The sushi maker stated in agreement.

"Well then," Fuji's eyes opened revealing the ocean blue orbs that are usually hidden, "shall we get started?"

"Get started on what?"

The six boys spun around to see the exhausted faces of the rival pair. They were panting after spouting insults to each other for the past three minutes or so. Well, as long they didn't cause any trouble their captain won't have to assign them laps. Lucky them.

"O.R.M.E.," informed Eiji.

"O.R.M.E.?"

"Operation Rikkaidai Manager Echizen." He explained simply as hung over the shoulders of his tensai friend.

"Eh? Is Echizen transferring or something?"

"Fssh~ Forget it, sempai-tachi. Explaining things to someone as dimwitted as him is a waste of your time."

"It's not like you understand either, Mamushi!"

"Tch."

"Nani?!"

How many fights have this been now?

"Oh! Ochibi, how long have you been awake?" Eiji called out, taking the spotlight away from the second year duo.

The group looked over to where emerald haired boy was sleeping earlier. The said freshman was staring at them with slightly dazed golden eyes which formed an annoyed glare. "Long enough to know I'm not going through with this."

Kawamura scratched his head sheepishly. "I can't blame you for that since you are supposed to attend Seigaku."

"Though," Fuji tactfully began, "if you go to Rikkaidai you'll be able to watch strong players up close."

"..." Ryoma narrowed his eyes as he considered the elder's proposition. He then promptly shook his head. "Yadda." If he didn't get to play then there was point in going through the hassle of transferring. On top of which, the teachers here let him sleep in class—mostly to save face though.

"Come on, Echizen! Just for a while!"

"Yadda."

Eiji pouted. Crawling over to the small boy, the acrobatic pulled him into a playful hug then stared with puppy dog eyes. Sadly, he failed to win over those challenging cat-like eyes. Instead of losing out, it seemed like Ryoma became more stubborn.

"Yadda."

"I'll make you a deal. If you go for seven months then I'll buy you a hamburger every day for the rest of the week you're with us," compromised Momoshiro who clapped his hands together with a pleading look on his face.

"Four months and you'll buy me hamburgers and Ponta."

"Six months. One tennis magazine per month with some burgers and Ponta."

"I'll do it for five months for that deal. Oh, toss in some bath salts while you're at it."

"Erg! Five and a half!"

"Yadda! Four and three quarters."

"Echizen, do it for five months or you're going to end up having Inui Juice instead." Tezuka demanded, clearly his patience running close to the edge.

Inui beamed. "Tezuka, do you really mean that? Wait, don't answer. There's a 90% chance that you're not joking."

On the other hand, Ryoma completely paled. "Che. Fine. Five months for tennis magazines, hamburgers, bath salts, and Ponta. I get to choose the amount."

"Deal!"

"Uuuwaaa, there goes our allowance."

Ryoma scoffed. "It's was your guys' idea so you guys are paying."

"Saa." The smiling tensai approach the emerald haired boy and started to drag him out of the shop. "It's time to find your new uniform."

The younger instantly struggled to get out of the sadist's arms, face pale. "Yaaaddaaa!" He gripped the edge of the door but Fuji managed to 'destroy' that obstacle.

Crack!

Kawamura stared at the pitiful wooden object with a distressed expression. "The shop door..." His father won't be pleased in the least.

"Poor Ochibi!"

"Poor door!"

"We're not paying for that, right?"

"What do you think?"

"...Poor us!"

Day 1 Preview

"Sensei, Kirihara is sleeping again."

"Echizen Ryoma, a new transfer student from America and your new classmate."

They didn't even bother to tell me who is on the team!

"You won't believe how popular our top three guys are."

"Ne, what kind of clubs do you have here?"

"Why did you transfer to Rikkaidai anyway?"

There you have it! The start of Rikkaidai's New Manager! I actually had quite a bit of trouble with the prologue at first but it was fun to write! Now, if some of you of you are wondering, this story is NOTHING like MMS. This one is probably one of the most normal stories I wrote so far! XD

Did you find any references? If you didn't then you fail as anime/manga fan! Lol. I'll reveal the answers next time!

Reviews, big or small, appreciated! Constructive critisim welcomed!

~MCD~