Due to the interest in this story I have decided that I am going to continue, although I re-read the tester chapter and have decided that I am going to rewrite it.

So thank you to everyone that has read and reviewed and have responded to this story.

Summer sun beat down on the few final days the Japanese summer holiday. The student population was due to return to their respective schools next week. Ryoma was due to go back to Seigaku and back to tennis, and his team was in for a shock. Seigaku had decided to join the small fraction of Japanese schools that was not using a uniform for its students, Hyotie had also joined them in this.

Monday morning came bright and early, and Ryoma was due at the first tennis practice of the year. There was one problem though his uniform no longer fit, in fact he had had to buy and entire new wardrobe before he went back to school. He rolled out of the plush bed, tossing his long hair to one side over his shoulder; this summer his growth spurt had really done a number on his appearance. Stretching his feline body he popped the joints in his shoulders. His catlike eyes scanned the room as he walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out one of his favorite outfits.

Dragging on a pair of black baggy demine jeans with chains on the belt loops that hugged his legs and bum. Putting a dragon t-shirt over his naturally muscled chest and adding a zip up jumper and black buckled boots he was ready to deal with the new mane of hair. The long main of black emerald hair was tied back and pinned up before it was even manageable for everyday activities let alone a tennis match. Putting on the silver locket was the finishing touch for the outfit. Striding out of the room he was ready for the day.

The rooms of the house were extravagant and the corridors regal as were all the estates that his family owned. The dinning room was quiet and the table was near enough empty when Ryoma entered and spotted his older brother at the other end of the room. Ah that was another problem he was going to have, his older brother, sure most of the team new about Ryoga his oldest brother but he was the odd one out of the family. No he had his second older brother was Keigo Atobe. The flick of the lilac hair was perfect as usual and the pressed Egyptian cotton shirt was creaseless tidy. He sat back in his chair and looked at Ryoma over his glass.

"Morning Brother, looking forward to going to school." He smirked and mocked him. Ryoma leant back in the chair and glared at him as a servant poured him a glass of thick red liquid that slowly sloshed around the glass.

"To being stared at and questioned? Yes, of course I am." He replied voice heavy with sarcasm. Lifting the glass to his lips his eyes flashed with a crimson shimmer as he sipped the blood from the glass.

That was the entire cause of this growth spurt to the 6", golden-eyed Adonis that he was now, being a vampire. Or to be exact the vampires version of puberty. You hit 15 and wake up with the appearance that you will have for the rest of your immortal life.

Ryoma passed a glance over his watch and closed his eyes sighing, it was time for him to go. Swing his long legs off the table and standing he placed the empty glass on the table. Keigo was watching him and appeared to remember something.

"Ryoma, wait a moment." Ryoma paused for a moment and looked at his watch again.

"I can't I'm going to be late. I don't want laps" He sidled out of the room grabbing his coat and signature tennis bag. Opening the grand doors letting the sun kiss his skin he prepared himself for the stress of the day.

The Rolls Royce Phantom sat on the from drive with a door open and waiting for it's passenger, it was now Ryomas right to use any of the vehicle in the estate as he was an adult with true standing.

You see this puberty had a nasty habit of killing the teen that underwent it, there was no doubt that Ryoma was going to survive he was of pure blood but there were traditions to be followed and the young vampire couldn't own anything under his family name until he was 15. Hence he went by the name Echizen and was staying with his Aunt and Uncle while he was a Child. Every vampire had to undergo this so it was considered improper not to stay with a relative. Keigo had stayed with Kabaji and his family until two years ago.

The ride was quite and peaceful on the way to school as it should have been, checking his rackets along the way he went through his cover story again in his head to make sure that he was not forgetting something. He felt the car slow and bump over the curb into the gates of the schoolyard.

Tezuka stood off to the side of the courts watching the team practice. They were down one player. Echizen, although when he looked at the registration forms this year it was Ryoma Atobe. He couldn't quite figure that out but he wasn't one to ask questions. He had started the rest of the team on drills already and was planning Ryomas punishment for when he did get there.

He turned when he heard the low rumble of a well-tuned car and was shocked to see one of the Atobe family's cars pulling into the school courtyard. The white car stopped and the engine quieted.

The rest of the team had also stopped practicing now and were congregating at the fence by the courtyard. Momo had come up beside Tezuka and was frowning.

"What is he doing here?" He seethed; he didn't like Keigo and was defiantly not going to tolerate him on what he considered his and his team's territory.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door of the car, catching hold of Ryomas bags and holding them as Ryoma climbed from the car.

The first thing to exit the car was the long emerald hair that the team was familiar with but not in such quantities, Ryoma swung his legs from the car and gracefully stepped out ducking to avoid the top of the door frame. Straightening up he was displayed in full regalia to the team and the fans to the team.

"What time with you be needing me here sir?" The driver asked head down

"I will call. You are dismissed" His voice was deeper and smoother reminiscent of a male opera singer, it drew them all in. Taking his bags from the driver he walked towards the fence and his Boucho.

"I apologies for being late." Tezuka was lost for words and Inui was scribbling in his notebook with impassioned curiosity.

"Echizen? Why are you late and arriving in an Atobe vehicle?" Tezuka questioned quickly determined to get to the bottom of this as fast as possible.

"Atobe, I got up late and it was mine to use." Ryoma answered in his usual smug tone.

"Pardon. Atobe?" Momo asked confused

""Ryoma Atobe. My name." He walked passed the team heading towards the changing room, calling over his shoulder:

"I need a new uniform, I have out grown mine." With a smug smile he vanished inside the club house.

The team began to talk among themselves, each personal conversation to same effect of;

"Does he mean that he is related to Atobe Keigo?" and "Did you see him, he has… well he can't be the same person"

The regulars had huddeled together and were chatting amoungst themselves in eager whispers.

"Did you see that, He's grown about 2 ½ bloody feet in six weeks and his eyes. He is beautiful." Eiji commented with a deep awe of wonder, they all agreed including Tezuka who had always noticed the baby regular for his looks and personality but now he was stunning.

Ryoma walked from the club house in joggers and a tight white t-shirt, standing in the doorway of the courts he dragged the long emerald hair into a tight pony tail and on the last pull though of the band left it half in. With his bangs no longer obscuring his eyes they could all see the hypnotic gaze a he cast it over the team.

"How many laps, Boucho?" Tezuka shook his head slightly as he concentrated on the decision

"40" He answered tersely and with conviction. He watched as Ryoma took of at a fast jog, long legs pumping in the movement. The rest of the team went back to their drill finding it difficult to concentrate and frequently looking up at the beautiful boy.

Ryoma quickly finished the laps, although he could have done them faster but there were rules that you had to follow when fitting in with the humans. He strode over to Tezuak and waited for his assigned drill.

"Echi- Atobe" The name was strange on the tounge of Tezuka " I need a game with you. You will be playing in the finals this year if, no when we get there. So court D" Tezuka began to walk over there as Ryoma followed.

When each of the pair were situated on their respective sides of the court, they spun for the serve, it fell in Ryomas favour.

"Your serve." They both backed to the base line and prepared. From the side line Ryoma heard Ari state that: "He ain't going to win, he has always cheated" He recognized the voice as the player that has never made the team regulars despite his belief that he should have no matter his skill or rather lack there of.

The sound of the ball on the astro turf was loud in the silence, as he bounced it. Throwing the ball in the air and striking it he added the revers spin; Twist serve. The ball shot across the net crashing into the court, spinning on the baseline and gaining speed. Tezuka was prepared for the twist serve but this was a previously unseen ferocity. He could see that this was a new spin, pardon the pun, on the twist serve. Placing his racquet in front of his face to try and protect it. The ball smashed into his strings and spun there the friction wearing the strings thin, Tezuka eyes widened and he quickly move his head to the side a split second before the string wore through.

Ryoma moved into a relaxed stance and waited for the shock of the power shot to wear off. Tezuka slowly looked at his racquet in near astonishment as the strings still vibrated.

"That was …." He struggled to find a word and settled on "Impressive". The on lookers were murmuring to each other. Wandering to his tennis bag he pulled out one of his spare racquets. Ryoma came to the net and held out the spare.

"I will replace that for you. Later today if you're free." He offered turning away after Tezuka had taken the racquet.

The continued the game, Ryoma held back slightly as he didn't want to risk hurting his Boucho if possible. He was wary of the elbow and tried to avoid to much spin. The game was close until Ryoma decided that his Boucho was getting annoyed with him holding back and the match finished 2-4 Ryomas win. Tezuka heaved air into his parched lungs and held out his hand for a water bottle, that Oishi ran over with. Oishi was a typical mother hen and was in full-fledged preen and protect mode.

"Oishi, I'm fine. Great match, you went easy on me first but you picked up at the middle and finished strong. You have made amazing improvement and will lead a strong finals match." He stood and looked to the rest of the regulars. "Well team with talent and skill like that on our team we must try and keep up and not hold him back. We will win the national this year." The regulars were riled and even more enthusiastic by this display and began to practice even harder. Ryoma completed a few more drills with Inui when Tezuka called the practice to a close.

The rest of the day followed in much the same way; whispering and muttering accompanied by stares full of jealousy or adoration. Afternoon practice could finish fast enough for him. Everyone was changing and showering when Ryoma pulled the pins from his hair and let it cascade over his shoulders and he shook his head. Momo who was stood to his left and Fuji who was on his right along with any other person within a 3 foot radius got a face full of hair as it fell to frame his face.

"Whoa, mate control 'ur hair" Momo spluttered, wiping his face.

"Sorry," Ryomas gathered it and tied it back up once he had change his top. The boys in the room stared at the toned chest, Ryoma twitched glaring over his shoulder.

"Do you mind" he hissed in a dangerous voice. They all turned away blushing.

Rolling his eyes he finished changing and made to leave.

"Hey Ryoma, wanna get burgers although I doubt that you can still fit on my bike" Ryoma laughed and waited for him to catch up.

"I can run beside the bike, I done a lot of specialist training over in America with my brother." Momo nodded,

"With Ryoga, yeah?" Ryoma cocked one eyebrow.

"No, With Keigo, who else?" Momo just looked at him dead panned "Of course, who else other than the man you have insulted at every turn. How did you manage to keep that a secret and what about your father and mother?" Ryoma began to jog along side the red bike as Momo peddled.

"Well long story shot, My dad is really my uncle that I was staying with while he taught me tennis." Ryoma kept with the agree cover and they quickly arrived at the burger joint.

Momo dismounted and locked the bike to the stands; they walked to the doors and looked inside.

"Aw man the lines huge. We gonna have to wait forever" Whined Momo, letting his head fall back. Ryoma smirked and removed his jacket, tossing the hair out of his eyes he looked at Momo.

"I think I can fix that." Swinging the door open and walking in he coughed lightly and watched at the room became fixed on him. Walking to the counter no one challenged him under his hypnotic gaze.

Well I have completely re-written this chapter and am going to upload chapter two now that I am certain that people want this story. Any one willing to beta pm me.