Hey, this is my first Prince of Tennis story, and my second fic ever so...please be kind. ' I would howeevr love to know what you think, and even though flames keep me wrm in these cold winter months...I dont want any. I know I suck, please dont point it out.
I also dont own PoT. If I owned it, why would I be writing this?
-Prelude-
A collective sigh rose from the three occupants of the circular room as they shifted positions and continued to wait for their signal. The ticking of the clock on the wall in the corner alerted them of every second that ticked by as they sat in near silence. Soon the trumpets would ring and their mother would rush in and alert them of the time, which they would undoubtedly know, and push them out into the spotlight of the grand party being held in honor of their coming to age. The three were brothers of name but not of blood, as the King and Queen of their small village had been unable to have children. The nation had been devastated upon hearing the news, while the ever optimistic couple had taken this to be a sign that they were they meant to save some poor child from the streets and adopt.
They searched many orphanages before finally coming upon a small building on the outskirts of their city. The place was cheerfully painted bright yellow both on the inside and the out and the people seemed to only reflect the mood of the building. The administrators had then called all the children, a total of twenty-eight in a six room building outside to greet their honored guests. The children also seemed to have the happy-go-lucky attitude of the keepers, but one seemed to stand out for the couple. He had hair of brightest gold and his eyes were like the sky on a cloudless day. They took the boy and named him Jiroh, after the orphanage he had come from.
Jiroh lived a happy life for several weeks, he was pampered and given anything he wanted, but he soon grew lonely after growing up with so many other children. So, the couple set out to look for a child to keep their new heir company. Surprisingly, they found the perfect boy at their very first stop. He was bouncy and had hair of brightest red and glowing green eyes. The King and Queen took him and were happy to see that Jiroh and the newly named Gakuto were happy with each other. Once again life was good for the happy little family. Soon enough, however, Jiroh and Gakuto began playing pranks on the visitors to their family's castle. The pranks were rather harmless at first, a frog in someone shirt or a bucket of water on the head, but eventually the pranks became rather dangerous, leaving one man hanging over a gorge by the remains of a rope bridge. Complaints started to pour in about the children so once again the couple set out to find a child, this time one with a voice of reason.
They found the perfect child at a small church in a corner of their city, a tall, calm boy named Choutarou. He had warm, kind eyes of light gray and matching hair. The King and Queen took the young boy home, hoping he would be accepted by the two bouncy boys in their possession. They were to be wonderfully surprised when Choutarou was accepted with open arms. Their precious children only got closer as they grew older and the bond between them became one of true bothers.
Now, ten years after they had accepted the children into their home, they would be sending them on their own way as men of the world.