The Depths of Lethe

Lethe by Micha F. Lindemans( Encyclopedia Mythicatm)

"Forgetfulness". In Greek mythology, the Lethe is one of the rivers that flow through the realm of Hades. Called the River of Oblivion, the souls of the dead had to drink from this river to forget about their past lives on earth.

Disclaimer: I don't own TeniPuri…

Chapter one: Blood

"Ryoma-kun" the girl sighed.

Her Racquet hit the ball once again, sending it straight to the wall

Pok.

She had been waiting for two hours straight in the deserted public tennis courts, eyebrows knitted, lips shut tightly, eyes focusing on the tennis ball freely bouncing from her to the wall

Pok.

She could have left earlier if it weren't for the trust she had given to a certain boy who was supposed to tutor her in tennis skills,

Pok.

she pondered if the boy was even aware of the time he was expected to turn-up. Ryoma was known a Snob after all, he wouldn't have cared a tiniest bit even if a girl was left in a lone tennis court practicing to herself.

pok

A sad smile ran across the said girl's face, remembering that she was the one always late to anything and thinking that the tennis prince might have a valid reason for having her to wait for him for too long

"Just one more hour" the girl thought

"if Ryoma-kun don't show-up in one hour, I'll leave", sometimes Sakuno is too kind for her own good. If her situation be thrown to others; they might have exploded out of anger or leave without a second thought.

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Ryoma Echizen had been sure that he was a weak opponent

But now that he thought of it, he wasn't; he was thrilled, judging by his smirk that widely spreads on his face.

The guy was just the perfect example of don't judge a book by its cover, for his cover was like a motorcycle hoodlum idiot who just came out of a bullying massacre, don't know if this guy lost or won a fight. But one thing is for sure, he was involved in some. One would have concluded after seeing the gashes decorating his face and the different colors of violence painted clearly in every inch of it

"Echizen , four games to three" the chair umpire,- a guy who wore a leather jacket under the scorching sun- one of the guy's henchmen, cried announcing the tie-breaking point in the game

"Tche. Too troublesome." Ryoma thought.

"five minutes" Ryoma suddenly said capturing the attention of the other boy across the net

"I could beat you in five minutes" he clarified flashing his devious smirk once again. And pointing to the boy with his racquet

The other boy could only grunt at his colossal self-confidence

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"Mou, Ryoma-kun where are you?"Sakuno wondered to herself. She was sitting on a nearby bench, the occupant of it, only her and her tennis equipments. She took out a tennis ball from her skirt pocket, tossed it, and caught it just in time before it hit the ground; she carried on with this while discreetly thinking of Ryoma's whereabouts.

The one hour grace period she had given Ryoma was up and she was left disappointed, for the first time; because somehow Ryoma never really let her down before, though she suspected that the lad was only kind enough to her because of her relation to the tennis team's coach.

But now that she thought of it Ryoma is rather rude to her sometimes, saying her hair is too long, she's clumsy, she's a weirdo, she's this and she's that, that her cooking wasn't good enough.

And most importantly

She sucks at where he is best at

"Tennis" the girl sighed yet again thinking that her crush wouldn't have chosen tennis over her, it was too much to ask, considering the fact that Ryoma never really noticed her existence.

With that thought tattooed in her mind Sakuno seemed to have forgotten her current surroundings as for dropping the ball she was playing with, it rolled down, mercilessly fast. And the poor girl had to make a run for it, it continued going down the road which stood in front of the open tennis courts,

she wasn't foolish enough as to follow it without looking if a car is passing by. She looked from left to right, looking out for any vehicle that may cross the road; when she got to the conclusion that the coast was clear, she bent down picking up the ball which stopped gaining motion in the middle of the road; she only got the tips of her fingers on it when she heard a loud howling sound, like the sound of the wind, getting closer and closer to her. She lifted her head only to be blinded by a flash of silver.

every color- she was sure- melted in front of her. The only thing she could see was darkness.

Darkness and nothing more.

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The rain poured as a crowd of persons got thicker, surrounding a girl lying in the middle of the road. She was bathing in her own blood flowing from her head and other injuries in her body. She appeared pale as snow. Her breath, heaving and it was obvious that she was wiped clean of her consciousness

"Somebody call the ambulance!"

"They're here!"

"Quick!"

"Stretcher"

"She's critical"

Unknown to all of them, the girl could make out some of their panicking vocals through her half-aware mind, and she was hoping that somehow he could hear his voice, the voice he wanted to forget badly but couldn't

"I'm sorry, Ryoma-kun. I didn't get to practice much today" she thought then she felt herself shivering, Dead persons don't shiver right, so she guessed she must still be alive.

"No! She's still alive right? Oh no! Someone tell me she's alive" A familiar shaky voice rang echoing in her ears

"She is" someone, a witness, replied

The inquirer exhaled with relief,

"But barely"

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"Ryuzaki"

He exclaimed finally remembering something that slipped of his mind. She was someone he knew, she was the coach's granddaughter, and the team's

"Clumsy Mascot"

"January 14, Sunday" he checked his phone for accurate reference and confirmation

Ryuzaki's birthday, also tennis practice-slash-lessons with him.

He was not the least scandalized by his tardy discovery, rather he chose his normal demeanor; tucking his hands to his pockets as he turned the other way leading to Sakuno's dry-run ground.

He arrived there in no time. He looked around for any sight of Ryuzaki, and found none;

"Lost maybe"

He leaned on a nearby tree, fiddling his greenish bangs between his fingers. Outside the courts, on a asphalt road, some people, No. A crowd that had gathered took view. He adjusted his vantage point, and saw them busy chattering to each other

"People these days"

He wasn't to be concerned of the racket everyone was making, until he heard one particular name

"I think it's something like Sakuno…Ryu".

He came searching for the source of conversation and found two plump women who held their groceries in white plastic bags.

"I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world" his phone rang. He cursed again at his horrible ring tone

How cousin Nanako manages to easily steal his phone and change his ring tone to terrifying sounds that could cost Ryoma his sanity? He didn't know.

Girls and their perks and quirks.

"Tche"

he flipped it open. His eyes dulled as he thought what the person in question would possibly call him for.

"nan desu ka momo-sempai"(what is it?)

"you idiot, echizen, this is your fault" Momo said with rage

"Fault? What fault"

" Ryoma heard Momo's voice broke and a few sniffles were heard from his line

Ryuzaki-chan"

"She's dying"

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The Fine, pretty, gorgeous, dashing Author's Notes:P

Don't worry Sakuno will not DIE.. that's not the downside of this story.

I made this because I'm challenging myself to write a unique Amnesia Story. Most of the stories I've read were the same:

Someone forgetting someone important to them and they slowly remember or

The one forgotten helps the amnesiac person.
blah blah… so basically I made this to make something out of a Cliché Idea, though I must admit I will be borrowing a lot of ideas from others.

I'll post the next chappie by the weekend.

R and R if you want to…surely makes me happy all the same