Before I start this, I'd like to tell you, my beloved readers some things that are essential to this story.

First off: This is a kiri/saku. It's gonna be an easy run, beings as this whole thing will basically be copying the genius (in my opinion) China Mieville's Un Lun Dun. I will be changing up many things in the book, but it will be the same. If you haven't already read the book, I urge you to get it and follow along. I'll be introducing everything just as Mieville has. Such as, the slightly fluffy implied attraction between Hemi the half-ghost and Deeba. The whole point of this is to run the story as I would like. Meaning, with more luffles. I plan on making the majority of it the same as the book though, just because the book is so amazing.

Second off: I severely urge you to point out my flaws. I may not be able to stay true to the characters and I may have too much of the book the same as Un Lun Dun .… and I may have a few mistakes that I'd like to know about. I try and do it with most other people's stories, but I can't find it in myself to nit-pick too deeply.

Third off: Part of the reason I'm writing this is because I'm not extremely good at following plot lines of my own making. This is because I'm more of a reader than a writer. This also makes it easy for me to put out chapters. wink

Forth off: the chapters in Un Lun Dun are actually quite short. I'll be keeping them the same length.

Lastly, can someone kindly tell me how to put this up in chapters? I'm afraid I'm not sure how to do this. How do you name chapters? Perhaps I might be able to figure this out on my own. I'll try to the best of my ability, as it stands, I've never done anything like this before. Quite simply, I am a "n00b". Well, I suppose I'm worse than a n00b actually. I'm a "newb". XD

Disclaimer: I receive nothing from the makings of this fanfiction. I do not own the plot to China Mieville's Un Lun Dun. I do not own Prince of Tennis. If I receive an author award from this, give it to someone else.

Now, on to the prologue.

In an unremarkable room, in a nondescript building, a man sat working on very nondescript theories.

The man was surrounded by bright chemicals in bottles and flasks, charts and gauges, and piles of books like battlements around him. He propped them open on top of each other. He cross-referred them, seeming to re-read several at the same time; he pondered, made notes, crossed them out, went hunting for facts of history, chemistry, and geography, anything he could find on his subject.

He was quiet but for the scuttling of his pen and the occasional murmurs of revelation. He was obviously working on something very difficult and very important. From his mutters and the exclamation marks he scrawled, though, he was making slow progress.

The man had traveled a very long way to do the work he was doing. He was so engrossed in his work that it took him a long time to notice that the light around him was fading, unnaturally fast.

Some sort of darkness was closing in on the windows, creeping slowly like a hulking creature. Some sort of silence-more than the absence of noise the presence of a predatory quiet-was settling around him.

The man looked up at last. Slowly, he put down his pen and turned around in his chair. He took a couple breaths to calm his frazzled nerves.

"Hello?" he said, the worry belying his calm voice. "Professor? Is that you? Is the minister here…?"

There was no answer. The light form the corridor still faded. Through the smoked glass of the door, the man could see darkness taking shape. He stood, slowly. He sniffed, and his eyes widened, in fear, in remembrance of his purpose.

Fingers of smoke were wafting under the door, entering the room. They uncoiled from the crack like feelers; they slithered like the body of a desert side-winder, and poured under the cracks in the door and the windows like murky water.

"Ah…" the man whispered. "So, it's you."

There was no answer, but beyond the door came a very faint rumble that might just have been laughter. As the sound washed over him, a tinge of dread surfaced.

The man swallowed, and stepped back. But he set his face. He watched as the smoke came more thickly around the edges of the door, eddying towards him, quickly. He reached for his notes. He moved quickly, dragging a chair as quietly as he could into place below a high ventilation duct. He looked afraid but determined-or determined but afraid, either way, it was too late. Fear had set in. He had to move. He had to get out of there. The very air was suffocating him.

The smoke kept coming. Before he had a chance to climb, there was another rumble-laugh-noise. The man faced the door.

Yes, everyone, that was Inui. Who else would be that stuck on data? XD

Basically, some people are going to be left out. I'm thinking Fuji for our conductor, Oishi for Obaday Fing, Sanada for the Umbrellisimo, and for the rest, I'm unsure. .

Help me out.

Character's that I need to fill. The characters only need to be filled, it doesn't matter what gender.

Becks: extremely small role. Ryoma perhaps? Yeah, I think Ryoma would fit best.

Keisha : small role

Mr. and Mrs. Resham : they are going to be Sakuno's parents. I already plan on using Sumire, the other elder coach is Benji, right?

Skool: he's an old-style scuba suit, with a school of fish swimming around inside of course. He doesn't speak. I'm thinking of Tezuka….

Curdle: it's a milk carton. Deeba/Sakuno treats it as a pet. I'm thinking aozu.

I might have neglected some of the characters….but, I'll keep you posted.

Before I end this little section of author's note, there are words that are different than American English. People usually understand each other enough….but...ask me if you can't understand a word used. Please ask in review form. Any other inconveniences, sorry. I'm going to try not to use them, but I like British English. XD

Also, on July 8th (I think), I'll be going on a trip. To Pennsylvania. I wasn't told yet just how long I'd be gone….my parents are a bit spontaneous. DX