Title: Untouchable
Pairings: Fuji x Ryoma [THRILL], Tezuka x Atobe [IMPERIAL]. Slight Eiji x Oshi [GOLDEN], Mukahi x Oshitari [DIRTY]
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Drama
Summary: AU Ryoma, the shy one with a dark past that no one should know about. Except Fuji, the not so shy one finds out. Thrill Pair
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, one way or another.
Warnings: Rape scene, graphical one-sided sex (?)
Notes: This story is AU, so being the smart ass Ryoma is, he'll skip 2 grades so he'll end up in year 3 as a senior in Fuji/Tezuka's class.
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Untouchable
Chapter 1: Dirty touches
BETA'D VERSION 1
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Prologue
"Ryoga! Ryoma! Come home immediately after you go down to the convenience store, all right?" Rinko shouted after the disappearing back of her sons' figures. "Hai, okaa-san!" Ryoma shouted over his shoulder as he jogged down the street with his elder brother. Ryoga was fifteen years old at that time, so that makes Ryoma ten years old. Round golden eyes stared up to his brother and asked quietly, "Aniki, why are you dragging me down to the convenience store?" Said brother smirked and replied smugly, "Because, I'm going out to party and you'll buy something from the store and go back home yourself. If okaa-san asks, tell her I met my friends on the way and went with them. I won't be coming home until tomorrow. Jya na!" with that said, Ryoga jogged the opposite way towards the bus station.
"Mou…I'm going to get in trouble…" Ryoma muttered under his breath as he continued his way to the convenience store. Strolling down the path, he grabbed a can of grape ponta and made his way to the cashier. After he paid and left the store, Ryoma looked around and saw the pet shop he usually bought Karupin's supply from. "Since I'm here…" He crossed the street after making sure that there was no on-coming car. Ryoma opened the glass door and a soft jingle echoed through out the quiet and empty store. "Ah! If it isn't Echizen-kun. What do you need here? We're got a new batch of catnips, if that's what you're looking for." Came a hoarse voice. "Thanks but no thanks, Miho-ji. I'm just browsing around…" Ryoma answered as he pulled down his Fila cap. He walked along the aisle and saw Karupin's favorite toy. He thought about his adorable cat nibbling on her favorite worn out toy. "Hm, I may as well buy a new one…" He mumbled to himself as he took the packet down from the shelve.
Neither the two of them – Ryoma nor the shop owner – muttered a word as he took the money out from his pocket. The soft jingle of the chime shattered the silence of the shop as Ryoma pushed open the glass door and step out, fresh air rushing to his face. He turned to the direction of his home as he stuff his hands – and Karupin's toy – in his pocket. The sun was already setting as he thought about what his mother and cousin was cooking for dinner. "It had better be Japanese food, we already had western for breakfast…" he thought. The silence of the walk home might made people feel creped out, but to Ryoma, it was soothing. It was never this quiet at home, no thanks to his brother and his perverted father. Shuffling of shoes could be heard behind Ryoma as he walked. The noise became closer to him as Ryoma continued to ignore it. "…should've brought my IPod…" Ryoma shifted his eyes towards the pavement as he saw the shadow of a well built man behind him. He was getting closer. Something stirred inside of Ryoma's heart. Panic? Never, Echizen Ryoma was never panicked or scared. He started to walk faster down the pavement as he tried to calm himself down. "Damn, forget IPod, I wish I've brought my racket…" Ryoma cursed.
He turned around the corner as he walked even faster. He look down again, nope, no more shadows. His pace dropped as he slowly turn back. There was no one there. Maybe he was just being paranoid. He heave a sigh of relieve as he continued his way home. "I'm less then five minutes away from home, maybe I should just jog my way—" Ryoma never finished the sentence, he was dragged away, with a rough and calloused hand over his mouth…
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"Ryoga! Where have you been! Where's Ryoma!" Rinko almost cried in relief when she saw her eldest son walked through the front door the next morning. "R-Ryoma? Didn't he come home last night?" Ryoga felt panic creep up his spine. At that sentence, Nanako, – Who was standing anxiously beside Rinko – Ryoma's cousin broke down and cried. "N-Nanako!" Nanjirou, his father came to the living room and sat down. "Ryoga, explain." He said calmly, but he was not at all calm, no. He was scared, scared that something might happen to his youngest son. He didn't mind at all that if it was Ryoga who was missing, he does that all the time. But it wasn't Ryoga, it was Ryoma! He was only ten, for god's sake! After Ryoga had explained everything, it took all Rinko's justice power – Mind you, Rinko's a lawyer – to resist the urge to scream at his eldest son. He was fifteen! He was supposed to be the mature one! Yet he left his ten years old brother go home alone! Even before Nanjirou could hide his porn magazine, the front door swung open and a body slumped to the ground, unconscious. All of them rushed towards the said body and looked. It was Ryoma! Except he was bleeding everywhere and his clothes were torn at many different places. He was bleeding…there. There were red cut marks on his bleeding wrists. His face and mouth was bruised and it was bleeding. There were also red marks on his pale neck, not to mention that he look almost as if he had been crying for a week non-stop. At the look of that, his family members' hearts shattered into million pieces. Their poor innocent Ryoma was not so innocent anymore.
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Two years later, present day
"Are you ready for the first day of your third year in the new middle school, Ryoma?" Rinko asked his son gently. It was his sixth time change of school since that incident. No, it was not because everyone found out about what happen. If it did happen, Ryoma would rather die than live for another day. Yes, it was because he was being bullied. That and he had no friends. No one could come at least twenty cm diameters without Ryoma breaking down and cry, remembering that incident. Not even his family or his own mother, no matter how much she wanted to hug his son and tell him everything was going to be all right. This time, he was going to Seishun Hyoutei Gakuen, Seitei for short. That school is famous for its two different blocks of talented tennis club. Since that incident, Ryoma would do nothing, not even eating, except to play tennis by himself and study, since he wouldn't leave him room, other then playing tennis and doing his usually hygiene stuff. He had not even spoken enough words since that incident to rival the times Nanjirou's porn magazines got burned.
Ryoma nodded as he sat down at the doorsteps to tie his shoelaces. Seitei, though it was the nearest middle school from their house, his parents never did sent him there in the first place and he didn't know why. Actually, Ryoma was quite happy when Nanako told him that he was going to Seitei because of tennis, of course, he didn't show it on his face. He stood up and left his house, along with his tennis bag. Though Ryoma didn't bother to turn back and wave to his mother like she did, he did see his mother's worried face after he left the house. It had been hell during and after that incident. Even four years later, now he could feel that man's rough and calloused hands touching every part of his body.
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The man had dragged him into the broken old shed next to the pavement he was walking on moments ago. He kicked the door close and pushed Ryoma on the ground while he carried a crate to block the door. He advanced towards Ryoma and covered his mouth with a dirty cloth filled with mud out of no where. He couldn't move form the shock. The man tore away Ryoma's shirt and flung it away where it will not get in his way. Again, he took a cuff out of no where and cuffed Ryoma to the metal piping behind him. Ryoma felt a hand sliding up his stomach and lingered on his chest as Ryoma shivered with disgust. He looked up and saw lust in the man's eyes. His hands brushed against one of his nipples as Ryoma jerked his body to the side, trying to protect his body. "It's amusing," He heard the man said lustfully. "It's amusing to see how you to try to escape. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you." With that said, he slipped the cloth down and smashed his lips against Ryoma's virgin one. "Oh yeah, I can see that you're a virgin. I'll try to be gentle with you, alright, little kitten?" The man did not wait for Ryoma to process the words in his mind and he pulled down Ryoma's pants. "Hmmfg! Mhffhhm!" Ryoma tried to scream but it was muffled by the cloth once again. "You want more, my little kitten?"
The man started to bite his collarbone and licked his ear shell. Ryoma shivered slightly as he forced himself not to make any sound. The man slid the cloth down and plunged into Ryoma's hot carven and poked his tongue around his mouth. With Ryoma, he used his own tongue to push the man's away. Ryoma pulled against the handcuffs as he was in need of air. The man parted and spread Ryoma's legs open. "P-please stop. Don't do it, please!" Ryoma whimpered as his tears started to fall down his smooth cheek. "Please!" He begged but he knew it was futile. The man positioned himself in between Ryoma. He could feel the man's erection near there. He tried to trash his legs but the man slapped him on the cheeks. "Shut up, I said I would be gentle." The man growled. He pulled Ryoma's legs over his shoulders and pressed something against his hole. "P-please, stop!" Ryoma cried, pulling hard on his chained wrist. The cuffs were cutting into his flesh but he didn't care. He wanted to run home and throw himself onto his warm bed and sleep it off as a nightmare, but he knew it was very real, and it was happening to him. Without a second thought, the man pressed into Ryoma and he screamed. The pain filled his abdomen and his back. The tears continued to flow even more heavily than before. "Oh, looks like you got torn in just one small thrust and I was being gentle. I was planning to have a few sessions with you, little kitten." The man mumbled. He pulled out all the way to the tip before trusting in again, this time he hit a spot which made Ryoma scream even louder and saw white spots in his vision. His thrust keep on speeding up and the force became harder and harder as he slammed into Ryoma's prostrate. He kept on screaming and screaming as the pain would not stop. It hurts even more than a million tennis balls smashing into his face. The man grabbed Ryoma's whimpering cock and pumped it in rhythm with his thrust. Ryoma felt as if something was going to spurt out of his cock as he pulled even harder against the handcuffs. White and warm liquid spurted out of his cock and he felt his hole clamped tightly on the man's. "So fast, little kitten…I had not even had my fun yet!" With a last thrust, the man came into Ryoma as the sticky warm liquid stung his torn and injured hole. Ryoma felt like dying there and then, he hadn't had enough time to think about it when the man pull himself out and kissed Ryoma's chest. "That was fun, I think I'll go for another few rounds…"
For the rest of the night, Ryoma couldn't even feel the pain anymore, after the second round. Never once did he felt pleasure, only pain. He just laid there and let the man did what he wanted, although he did scream all the way. Only when sunlight filtered through the broken window did Ryoma actually 'wake up' from his blank and lifeless stare on the roof of the old shed. "Hm, it was fun as it lasted. I'll look for you again, remember me forever, my little kitten…" with that, the man gathered his clothes and went out of the shed, leaving Ryoma naked on the dirty floor, handcuffs off. Ryoma wanted to die there and then. Nevertheless, he stood up slowly, not even realizing the intense pain shot up his spine. He wore his clothes and limped badly out of the old shed and on his way home. His lifeless and blank eyes, along with his battered and bloodied body could scare any passerby shitless. He limped the whole way home and flung the front door open and slumped to the ground, unconscious.
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Ryoma didn't know how he reached Seitei so fast, just by remembering that incident, but it seemed so damn long when it happened. He stood outside the school gate, while students were rushing into the school for classes where starting soon. Ryoma looked up into the sky and thought, "It'll be the same as those other schools…"
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A/N: How was it? *nervous* Okay, first off, I know my readers will skin me alive after they see this story because I've not been updating others of my stories and I started a new one so yeah, I deserves to be skinned alive *dies* But, I do promise this story will be a frequent updated one, most likely on Saturdays or Sundays. *I hope* Thanks Shiro for the nice title! *hugs*
Any way, this is my first Prince of Tennis Fanfic and I'm still new to writing Ryoma and the others' character/personality. So pardon me if they get too OOC X:
Oh yeah, the school name, Seishun Hyoutei Gakuen, Seitei is purely for my amusement. So if the name is already been used for other fanfics, do tell me about it and I'll take it down! Yes, comments and criticism are very much welcomed but no flaming please! :D Read and Review!
Edited version 1. 18/7/09
Some minor changes have been made :3