So new story- let me know if I should continue or not.

Disclaimer: Don't own Prince of Tennis.

Chapter 1

Ryoma heard the door open behind him but he ignored it. The second warning was a polite cough from somewhere to his immediate left. It couldn't have been anyone he knew. All his staff knew to leave him alone when he was "having fun" (his idiot father's description).

Echizen leaned his head to the left and started nibbling on the girl's ear so he could properly greet his new visitor. It was a suit. Ryoma snorted into the redhead's hair as his fingers with practiced ease reached under the see-through top to unclasp the girl's bra. Raising an eyebrow in question, Ryoma finally spoke to the stranger. "Did you come to join us?"

"Echizen Ryoma?" the suit didn't even flinch at the insinuation. Instead he continued to stare at Ryoma with a disapproving look, saying Ryoma's name as if he knew exactly who the boy was and was passing his judgement on the boy. A challenge, Ryoma decided.

"Do you work for my father?" Ryoma asked. The girl sitting on his lap moaned his name and Ryoma suddenly stood up, knocking the girl to the floor. "Get out." The suit never glanced at the half-naked girl on the ground, even when she swore at Echizen and ran out of the room.

"Did you know her name?" the man asked while Ryoma calmly buttoned his shirt.

Ryoma rolled his eyes and grabbed a water bottle off the coffee table in the room. He must be new to the entertainment industry. Probably a former accountant with wannabe dreams of making it big as a manager or something. "We didn't get that far. Someone interrupted us." Ryoma said pointedly glaring at the suit before taking a big gulp of water. He could still taste the overpowering sweet taste of peppermint from that girl's mouth. He was actually grateful this man had interrupted him before he had to go any farther. Not that he was going to tell him that. "So you have a purpose for being here Mister Gentleman?"

"Tezuka Kunimitsu," the suit introduced himself. "Ryuzaki hired me."

Ryoma's eyes narrowed. Ryuzaki was his former manager, back when he had been an unknown kid of 15 years, trying desperately to get into show business without using his father's name. As soon as he had made it, Ryuzaki had been dropped for the first of a string of very pretty, very stupid managers which his father personally oversaw. The real business side of his career was handled by his mother, on the condition that she never had anything to do with Nanjiroh Echizen anymore. So why someone working for the old woman would want to see him could not be good. He vaguely wondered why his bodyguards had let Tezuka in.

"Are you here for money? Or perhaps to kill me?" Echizen mused outloud, "You don't look like a killer."

The suit, Tezuka, reached slowly into his coat pocket and Ryoma flinched. For all his teasing, he would rather keep living for now, thank you very much. Except instead of a pistol Tezuka removed a set of papers, a contract. Correction, his contract. Tezuka placed the papers on the table in front of him and finally took a seat, sitting stiffly in the armchair next to him.

"Five years ago you signed this contract with Ryuzaki. She's allowed you to leave on your own for awhile but the time has come Echizen. You will return to Seigaku Records in the next week or we will consider this breech of contract."

"I'd like to see her try. My mother is Echizen Rinko, one of Japan's best lawyers. She won't get anything from this supposed "breech of contract." Ryoma smirked, enjoying the superior feeling he got from one-upping this suit.

Tezuka frowned as he stared at the smug young man next to him. "Echizen did you ever read the contract fully before you signed it?"

Ryoma snorted. "Of course not. Ryuzaki was an old family friend and my parents told me it was just a formality."

"Then you brought this on yourself Echizen. I'll see you in a week." Tezuka sighed and stood up, leaving the contract still set down in front of the singer. Ryoma scowled and purposely ignored the older man's exit. As soon as the door clicked shut he reached over and tore the papers into a small pile of confetti. Even though he knew there had to be other copies of the contract, it made him feel a lot better.

Standing up and stretching, Ryoma made a mental note to call both his parents within the next week so they could be prepared for the legal actions that would soon follow. Right now, however, he just wanted to go to sleep. There were very few of his personal items left in the dressing room from the show that night but he gathered them up, tossing them all into a battered duffle bag. Finally ready to leave, Ryoma headed for the door until a flash of white distracted him. Sitting on the coffee table, a stack of papers, whole and intact, were carefully placed as they had been twenty minutes ago before they had been turned into confetti. His contract had fixed itself.

Tbc...

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