(Readers enter a bedroom with a projector screen on a stage and chairs and couches placed in front of it. Lost hops on stage when everyone is settled.)

Lost: Konichiwa! (bows) Welcome to my Prince of Tennis story! Basically, I wanted to add and actual tennis playing girl to the story and add a deeper plot to the entire story. Basically explain Ryoma's way of playing and such. I hope you like it!

Ivy: No way are they going to like it, you're writing it aren't you?

Lost: That's Ivy, my very strange muse. She pushes me to make my story better and better. Her name is Ivy because she's that voice in my head.

Ivy: Oh shut up and begin the chapter!

Lost: Alright! P.S. I don't own anyone but the unnamed girl at the moment and any parts not actually from the show.

(Lost bows and hops of the stage as the projector counts down to the chapter.)

"No, Watch out!" the spectators shouted as they watched part of Ryoma's racquet fly back towards him. The crowd watched as the boy knelt down with his hand over his eye. A girl in a Seigaku school uniform was about to hop the wall when someone stopped her and hopped over themselves, walking to stand over Ryoma.

"Ba-ka." The new person drawled out. It was a girl the same age and general height. Brown hair fell in a single braid down to her lower back. A black hat hid her face. On her body was a pair of boy's black tennis shorts and a white tank top. A tennis bag was slung on her back. Ryoma glanced up at the voice. "Do I always have to save your ass?" she asked, kneeling down to help stop the bleeding.

"I didn't say you had to come." he scowled, though he didn't pull away as many expected.

"Ba-ka, this is the exact reason I had to come."

"Hey, you!" the referee finally called out, shaking off his shock, "Only players allowed on the court." He finished, climbing down from his chair.

"Hai, hai, come on Akuma-baka. Let's get you fixed so that I can enjoy the rest of the match." They stood and walked to the bench where Oishi took over the first aid. The girl dropped her bag next to Ryoma's seat before humming as she cleaned up the racquet shards.

"So what's the verdict, Oishi?" Eiji questioned.

"It's bad. The eye is fine, but the lid is shot and it just won't stop bleeding." The other regulars shook their heads.

"Hey, Akuma, I'm stickin' the racquet in your bag." The girl called out.

"Alright, grab my spare won't you?" Ryoma requested.

"Ryoma!" Momo protested.

"I can't let you play if it continues bleeding." The referee stated. Ryoma stood and rubbed his eye with his sleeve. He opened his eye and glared.

"It stopped bleeding, I can play." He reiterated.

"Ryoma! Come here." Ryuzaki called from further down the bench. Ryoma stood in front of her for a minute before she spoke again. "It hurts, doesn't it?" Ryoma denied that fact. "Alright," she said after a moment, grabbing some gauze and tape. When she finished, the bleeding had stopped. "It will only last for fifteen minutes though. Finish before then." Ryoma nodded.

The girl held out the racquet to him, but Oishi stepped in between the younger kids. The point was moot, however, when Tezuka took the racquet from her hand. "10 minutes." He said, holding out the equipment. "If it isn't done by then, I'm forcing you to forfeit."

"10 minutes?" the girl echoed. "That'll be plenty of time for Akuma." She then moved to leave the court when Fuji stopped her.

"Wait a minute, who are you?" he asked.

"You'll find out soon enough." She answered cryptically before hopping back over the wall. As she moved behind the team, she uttered one last sentence. "Meh, be quick, won't you, Akuma? I have a lot to do today." The rest of the team also gave support to the freshman as Kaido tossed him his hat.

Murmurs from the crowd followed Ryoma's placement on the court. Once Ibu stepped into place, Ryoma served the ball faster and harder than he had before. "Ne, too much commotion for something as small as this." Ryoma stated, his racquet pointed in challenge to Ibu.

"Something like this won't stop our little gaki." Momo spoke. Ryoma served the ball again, this time leading to a rally. However, Ibu took the game by using his spot technique again. Everyone could see the flashback in Ryoma's eyes but the girl saw more than what happened today.

At five minutes, Oishi could not stay silent. "Shouldn't we just take him out now?"

"Don't worry." Was the only thing Tezuka said. The girl commented as well.

"Akuma is a lot stronger than you are giving him credit for." The game continued onto 40-love in Ibu's favor. Ibu began muttering to himself when Ryo interrupted him.

"Oi, hurry up and serve, won't you? I only have three minutes left to beat you." Ibu served and the game began a new. "You know, I don't like your shots. But, I found two weak points." Ibu looked surprised at this statement. "Have you ever used it against a Nitouryuu player before?" Ryoma asked, hitting the ball with a right forehand, scoring the point. The only reason he was able to succeed in the use of the two-sword was the one-foot split-step he had been working on. From there, Ryoma sealed the technique by making Ibu return the ball at his feet. Ryoma secured the game with two minutes left. A red spot could be seen on the makeshift bandage.

With thirty seconds and one more point to go, Tezuka stood from the bench.

"Wait, Akuma has one more trick up his sleeve." The girl muttered loud enough for the captain to hear. The only the smallest twitch of Tezuka's hand relayed the fact that he heard and was acknowledging the girl's request.

Ibu hit a chance ball and Ryoma dashed up to it. Instead of the normal smash, the ball spun as if it was a Twist Serve once it hit the ground. "Game and Match: Seigaku's Echizen!" the referee called out. Ryoma slowly released a breath of air.

"Did I make it in ten minutes?" he questioned the team. The senpais just smiled at him in response. The two teams lined up and bowed after the announcement of the wonners.

"Ano, is your arm alright?" Ishida questioned Taka.

"Ah, it's fine. It wasn't your fault so don't worry about it." The rest of the opponents commented to each other until Shinji, Ryoma, and Tachibana was left.

"Echizen-kun, I'm sorry about your eye. Are you alright?" Shinji continued on mumbling under his breath. He stubbornly refused to believe it was his fault and even went so far as to accuse Ryoma of having done it on purpose before Tachibana scolded him.

Ryoma just pulled his cap down and muttered, "Mada Mada Dane" in response. He stepped out of the court to be bombarded by the Freshman Trio and Sakuno. The teams watched silently as the two captains clasped hands and promise to meet again.

"Come, Ryoma, quickly change so we can go get you properly treated at the hospital." Ryuzaki called out, "I'll even give your friend a ride."

"Artigato gozaimas, I did not mean to impose on you and your granddaughter," the girl politely answered.

"That's alright, but we have a stop to make after the hospital." Sakuno spoke up to reassure the girl.

"We do?" Ryoma questioned, catching the end of the conversation.

(The lights slowly rise and Lost climbs back on stage.)

Lost: Well, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I thought it would be better than starting at the very beginning.

Ivy: Please review so she won't whine about thinking people hate her story.

Lost: I don't whine! I'm not sure how far I'm going to go with this, it depends on what people say. I just wanted to start posting again after having waited for so long. I have a few other storys I'm going to post the first chapter of as well to see which people like better.

Ivy: Will you shut up now!

Lost: Alright, Ja ne, mina-san!

(Readers exit the bedroom as Lost returns to the computer in the back of the room.)