A/N: I re-edited this. For me, I felt like Ryoma going into the tennis club and beating everyone was too quick, so I'm going to slow down the story, sorry it took so long... OH, and I took out the 'abuse' in this fiction. But, I still give credit to AnimeAddic5, since they were the inspiration to this story...OKAY- done.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. I am in no way profiting from writing this story, and I do not own any products or items stated in this fic. Read with care, no instructions needed. Flammable.

Ryoma peered at the sheet of paper in his hands, squinting slightly at the glare from the sun reflecting off the white page. 'Hyoutei Gakuen'. He never imagined himself to be in this situation, as he cringed slightly.

Ryoma tore his gaze from the paper and looked around. He was looking for an oddly shaped white building, surrounded by trees. Sighing, Ryoma almost face palmed. Looking around again, he nodded. Lots of trees- check. He must be close.

Hyoutei was stupid.

Turning slightly, upon hearing soft footsteps, Ryoma's eyes widened. White shirt, brown tie, brown pants. Surely, that was the Hyoutei uniform he was supposed to pick up soon. "Excuse me," Ryoma started walking towards the unidentified person. "Do you know where Hyoutei Gakuen is?"

"No."

Ryoma blinked in confusion. "But isn't that the Hyoutei uniform you're wea-"

"No."

"You don't get it, see? I'm new and I need to find out wher-"

"Didn't you hear me? Get lost, kid!"

He could've punched someone. Sighing exasperatedly, he rolled his eyes. "Thanks anyways." And abruptly swiveled his body around, stomping in a random direction. "I'll just have to find the place myself, then." He spoke to himself, quite annoyed at the inhospitality. He already knew- he wasn't going to like Hyoutei at all.

"Hyoutei… Gakuen." His, just recently, favorite words to read. He had found the sign, after many mislead paths, and lots of uncoordinated footing. "Finally." He smiled in triumph as he made his way inside the walls.

Looking around a bit, he understood why people had titled this school as 'Fortunate'. There were fountains. Fountains. Towards the entrance. There were colored trees, even though it wasn't fall. This place sure looked expensive.

And yet, Ryoma thought with dismay. They couldn't even put some signs around to tell him where the office was?

Hyoutei was so weird.

"Uh, excuse me?" he asked, peering inside what looked like an office- just very large and, also, very expensive looking. "I'm new here, and-"

"Echizen Ryoma, I presume?" Ryoma looked up, immediately shrinking down a bit. There was someone else in the room. "Here's your schedule," the man at the desk continued talking to the other person in the room, while holding out a folder. "Sakaki-sensei, I trust that the tennis team is looking good this year?"

Ryoma walked out of the room in search for his class. "1-A…1-A...1…A," Ryoma muttered to himself, looking up once and a while to check the numbers and letters on the classroom signs. "A-ha!" he exclaimed, and opened the door with a loud, resounding bang.

The classroom was eerily quiet as the stared into 20 or so pairs of eyes. Was he… interrupting something? Ryoma took a small glance at the wall clock, blushing. He was about twenty minutes late- oops.

"Ah, umm." He walked up to the teacher in the front, "I'm… new here?" The teacher gave a small glare, and pointed to a random empty seat, which Ryoma took. AT least he didn't need any introductions. People around him shot his odd glances and started laughing, and whispering.

So much for a good first impression.

By the end of the day, Ryoma was not happy. He had mixed up his times, dozed off, and lost his lunch. Needless to say, he was about ready to slaughter anyone that came his way.

Walking in the halls, looking for the tennis courts, Ryoma found himself on the ground, with the back of a figure walking away. "Excuse me," he said sharply, practically growling. "I said… Excuse me!" The person stopped and turned his head in Ryoma's direction.

"Yuushi. Why is this plebeian talking to Ore-sama?"

Ryoma rolled his eyes at the stupidity of this whole situation.

"Atobe, you knocked him down."

"Is Ore-sama supposed to say sorry for this commoners obvious sight problems? He knew Ore-sama was walking."

"You know what?" Ryoma said, getting up from the ground. "Nevermind." He resumed walking towards the tennis courts. "Idiot." Ryoma scoffed, still annoyed. Today was just a bad day.

"Yuushi! Did you hear what he said to Ore-sama?"

"I'm not deaf, Atobe. Of course I heard him." Oshitari sighed, "And I think he's right." He muttered under his breath, knowing that Atobe wasn't listening to him anymore. The two Tennis Regulars continued walking to the courts.

Hyoutei… oh, Hyoutei. Why did he choose here- the place with the crazy people?

"It's him!" Atobe almost jumped up and down, upon seeing the brat. "That's the annoying little brat from before!" Blazing golden eyes glared at Atobe, as purple irises stared back.

What in the world was that boy doing, jumping around, pointing at him? Ryoma's eyes widened, and he glared. That was the guy that pushed him down- and now he was calling him a brat. That guy… he was such a… such a… Ryoma smirked. "Shut your mouth, Monkey King."

The statement was followed with silence, and then many shouts were heard.

Tennis Regulars were laughing- mainly Gakuto and Shishido. Oshitari was grinning. Fangirls were protesting. New members were staring, shocked. Kabaji was standing still- silent. The second year Regulars were looking around, confused. Jiroh had woken up, and was now complaining. Ryoma was smirking. Atobe was sputtering.

"How dare you." He retorted. "You… you short brat!" Atobe's pride had been targeted, and he would not stand for some… some midget to just stare at him as he chocked over words.

When tennis practice finally got back to normal- as in, Atobe was no longer waving around a tennis racquet, promising to kill a small freshman, the 'monthly Ranking matches' had started.

Sighing, Ryoma walked over to a bench that overlooked the tennis courts. He was new, so he was going to have to watch the matches, rather than participate in them.

"One-set match, Atobe Keigo and Kirishi Kogai!" It seemed like something was starting.

People started to crowd around the court, making Ryoma stand up with a frustrated growl. These fans were blocking his view of the match!

Atobe threw the ball in the air, executing the normal serve perfectly.

"15-love!"

Another perfect serve, nothing special. But still, it was missed by his opponent.

"30-love!"

"40-love!"

Ryoma frowned slightly. Surely, second years in this club weren't that bad, were they?

"Game Atobe, One game to love!"

Ryoma sat, on the sidelines. No one noticed him, as his eyes went ablaze. He had to play tennis. He just had to. And then, he would get onto the Regular team and wear his jacket proudly.

Getting up, Ryoma walked around the vast amount of tennis courts. The school was well supplied- all courts were clean and orderly.

"Non-Regulars and Freshman, go to the courts for training and drills!"

Ryoma rolled his eyes, and walked back to the main court that was in the center of the whole club area.

"We're going to practice our swings and serves today. Everybody, partner up!"

They got together in groups of two, Ryoma standing awkwardly to the side, waiting for everyone to be done choosing. He was new, after all. No one knew him, so they wouldn't partner up with him.

"Hey, Toshi! I dare you to pair up with that freshman over there!" Ryoma heard someone call, not knowing that they were talking about him.

"No way, man! I bet he doesn't even know what tennis is!"

At this point, Ryoma's body turned slightly to see three guys staring directly at him. They weren't making fun of his tennis, were they? Ryoma glared at them in annoyance. Sure, he was new. But people were already judging his tennis- he hadn't even done anything yet!

"Are you afraid?" The friends finally got Toshi to walk over to Ryoma.

"Let's be partners." Toshi said, "You better be glad about this, because I, as your senpai, am doing this as a favor for my underclassman."

Ryoma snorted, and looked around. To his dismay, everyone else was already partnered up, so he couldn't get rid of the annoying guy next to him. "Sure." Ryoma walked away, over to an empty quarter of a court.

"Just start already."

Toshi seemed to be surprised, and then he smirked at Ryoma.

"You know what? You can serve first. Unless, you want to do swing exercises first- I'm already warmed up, so it doesn't matter."

This was one annoying guy.

"I'll just serve," Ryoma stated bluntly, hoping that the guy across the net would shut up. Throwing the ball in the air, Ryoma hit a moderately fast, but still average serve. It sailed over the net and straight to his 'partner's racquet.

The racquet moved backwards upon impact, and eventually, it tilted so that the ball was now behind Toshi.

"Oh," Toshi said, staring at his wrist as if he had purposely lost the ball, "I'll serve now- it's a serving exercise, anyways." He picked up a spare ball and tossed it in the air lazily. Hitting it with a lot of strength, to hopefully out-show the Freshman, the ball flew over the net, going straight to Ryoma.

Ryoma scooped up the ball, having it rest securely on his racquet, unmoving. Picking the ball up, he almost smirked.

"So, you actually know how to play, hm?"

Toshi waved his arms around. "Rude brat!" He yelled across the court, "You can't say that to a senpai."

"Well, obviously. But if the senpai acts like a child, I can say whatever I want."

"Shut up, you ass!"

Ryoma rolled his eyes and served, this time slower and less powerfully. Toshi got his racquet underneath the ball, and sent it straight to Ryoma's face.

Ryoma blinked. There was a racquet in front of his face, and the tennis ball was bouncing towards Toshi. Whipping his head to the side, he noticed angry blue eyes and red hair. Who was this guy?

"This is only a serving exercise." The red head spoke softly, yet clearly. "So, follow the rules and serve. Only serve."

There were calls of 'Gakuto-senpai you're so cool!' and 'I love you, save me from a tennis ball, too!'.

Ryoma frowned slightly. "Thanks."

"Gakuto," a voice drawled in a Kansai accent, as blue hair and glasses popped into Ryoma's view. "That was a bit over the top, don't you think? I mean, a backhand spring over here, when you could've just walked?"

The boy named Gakuto smiled at the blue haired teen. "Yeah, Yuushi, but it sure made me look cooler, didn't it?"

Ryoma shook his head. Oshitari Yuushi and Mukahi Gakuto. The Hyoutei team's best double's pair. And yet… they still managed to act like this. Humiliating.

This school was so weird.

"Ga…Ga…Gakuto-senpai…" Toshi stuttered. "You're so cool!"

Gakuto stared wide-eyed at the boy. Did he not just come over and yell at Toshi a few minutes ago? Looking back to the small boy next to him, he sighed. Hyoutei was so strange.

Oshitari seemed amused at this situation. He snaked his arms around Gakuto's waist and led them away from the two partners.