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...means pov change

11111111111 means time skip

A/N: This story is the start of a collection of oneshots I plan on doing using the Prince of Tennis characters called "...Brought to you by Disney" that will be based on Disney cartoons. I will be writing them when writer block occurs, or when the time suits me. This story is mulitchapter and is supposed to take on the plot of Mulan. Enjoy!

NOT FOR HONOR, FOR LOVE (aka: Ryoma as Mulan, brought to you by Disney)


Prologue:

Fire blazed on the horizon turning night into dawn. Screams rang through the air as if it was the wind itself. Everywhere you looked, blood seeped from dead corpses soaking the ground. A roar rose toward the sky as a mighty figure stood up from the many dead bodies. He then plunged his sword, a long red sword, into the last breathing enemy.

"This if for Japan," he said before pulling the weapon back out.

That was the last time anyone saw the Imperial Warrior known as the 'Samurai.'


Chapter 1

"Too shallow, boy, you got to put more force into it."

Echizen Ryoma just stared angrily at his father as he put a little more force into his swing reaching out as far as he could.

"Whoa!"exclaimed his father backing up in time to just miss getting his stomach opened by his son. "You almost got me that time."

"Che," replied Ryoma lowering his sword and walking back inside.

"Oi, bou, next time I might remove the blindfold, maybe ever bring something toe defend myself with."

"Baka Oyaji," whispered Ryoma.

When Ryoma opened the rice papered sliding door, he was greeted warmly by his mother.

"Hello, Ryoma, how was practice?" she asked.

"Mada mada da ne."

"Oh, I see. Well, forgive the old man for being hard on you."

"Ah."

Would you be a dear and feed the animals?"

"Hai," and Ryoma left.

Now, Ryoma was a little more than your average sixteen year old (and sixteen he was). His I.Q was above average, his fighting skills were the talk for many towns over (though the problem with his father was a totally other level), and he could drown kegs and kegs of grape Ponta without even getting sugar high. But, he did have faults, three to be exact - when it came to chore, he was a lazy bum; he had a bratty attitude; and seemed to have no interest in girls of dating once so ever though every girl swooned over him. He just wasn't a people person.

It was these three things that made Mr. and Mrs. Echizen wonder how their family was ever going to get any special recognition.

Ryoma came back in throwing an empty bag at his father who had just entered the house upon Ryoma's exit.

"Back so soon?" asked his mother quizzically.

"Che," said Ryoma heading up to his room.

Mr. and Mrs. Echizen walked out to their small farm and sighed at the mess that covered the ground.

"He thinks just throwing the food in the air is 'feeding the animals'," explained Mrs. Echizen.

"That boy's never going to get a wife. He'll dishonor us," exclaimed the father.

Ryoma watched this little display from his bedroom window and said, "Baka-tachi," before looking away. But, the truth was his heart hurt. Why did they have to put so much pressure on him just because his older brother was a coward and ran away before he could fight in a war? It wasn't his fault he never came back and his family was dishonored. Why couldn't his parents take pride in his intelligence and fighting skills? Echizen Ryoma was not a coward like his brother.

Ryoma laid down on the floor and sighed, "Betsuni." He didn't care.


"No I'm not going," yelled Mr. Echizen causing Ryoma to wake. He wiped his sleepy eyes and made his way to the kitchen.

His father was dancing around with a scroll in his hand yelling. "No, I'm not going and you know why. and you're not going either."

Ryoma squinted at the scroll as it danced about along with his father. The Imperial crest was imprinted on it. "Nande? What's going on?"

Suddenly, the old man stopped and stared at his, a wide grin coming to his face. "Oi, boy, you just made yourself useful."

At those words, Ryoma turned and started back to his room.

"Matte. You haven't eve heard my wonderful plan yet."

"Yadda," and he kept walking.

"Abruptly, he was pulled back by his father's hand yelling, "Yadda, yadda," until his mother glared at him.

"Now listen, boy, the Emperor has sent us this letter. In it, it says that every family must send a warrior to fight in the battles against the rogues. I'm retired, so..."

"So, I get to fight."

"Don't get excited, boy, there's also something else."

Ryoma didn't like the sound of this 'something else'.

"Every family, for the celebration of his prince's twenty-first birthday, must send one eligible member to try for the prince's wife. No way in Mount Fuji am I letting some rich brat lay their hands on my Rinko, so..."

Ryoma glared at his father. "So you want me to go in her place."

"That's what I call killing two birds with one stone. It's perfect."

"I'm a boy," pointed out Ryoma.

"Really, seeing how pretty you are I thought for sure you were a girl," joked his father.

"Nanjiroh," scolded Rinko.

"But, look at him, he's so small and feminine, plus he doesn't seem to have any interest in girls."

Ryoma started for his room once again.

"You'll do it, right boy?"

"Bestuni," he answered thinking, Not like I have any other choice.

"Bring honor to us, boy."

"Yadda." Ryoma slammed his sliding door shut.

"Stubborn brat," mused Nanjiroh.


If I've misspelt anything, please tell me, and also, if you know of the names of any weapons that were used in ancient times, please tell me, I've forgotten what certain ones were called, I'm looking for mainly Asian and European weapons. It's important to the story, thanks.

-Zee