AN: I don't own prince of tennis or receive any profit for my works. This is purely for my enjoyment and the entertainment of others.
Here's my first POT fan fiction, enjoy!
Grand Slam IV
After blitzing the world in tennis, a twenty-one year-old Echizen Ryoma decided that on this particular Saturday, he would take a break from training, the media and the oh-so-annoying girls that followed him everywhere when he left the house. He decided that instead, he would set up the Playstation 3 that the receptionist had kindly leant him and play a few games.
He started up the console and placed the first game in. A few seconds later, a fast paced song came on with action sequences from the game.
"Che... Boring." Ryoma complained and skipped through to the start menu.
The prince of tennis looked through the options before choosing 'create a new profile' from the list and entering his name, "R.Y.O.M.A" he spelled out to himself and pressed the start button to create the profile.
The screen went black. Then, slowly, words began to appear on the screen and Ryoma, never one to feel excited over a video game, felt himself lean forward in anticipation as his fingers gripped the control.
"So, you really think you have what it takes, do you?"
"Che, of course I do. Why would I be playing this game?"
"Then I'll see you at the end of it all. We'll finish our score then."
"Mada mada dane."
The game began. Ryoma was gripping the control tightly, pressing buttons vigorously, all the while muttering under his breath.
His mobile would ring, people would knock on the door, but the prince's ears and eyes were glued to the game, no outside influence could sway him from finishing. He was so tuned in, that he didn't even notice that the sun had set.
"So, you did better than I had expected..."
The screen had gone black again and white words were slowly printing themselves on the screen.
"Are you sure you're ready to face me?"
"Are you kidding me!?!? YES!"
The text faded away and the screen turned green, introducing the battle field the two would use. Slowly, a familiar figure walked in from the right side of the screen, holding his weapon tightly in his left hand.
Ryoma couldn't contain his laughter as he rolled around on the ground, kicking his legs in a very childish manner. No wonder the game seemed so familiar!
A trademark smirk grazed his lips as he began to fight against his opponent. He would start with long-range attacks and try and end with short-range attacks, all the while keeping a close eye on his score.
The game ended with a final swing from Ryoma, his opponent lay beat on the ground, gasping for air.
"You... beat me...? That's... not possible..."
"Che, I should sue. These guys really made my character weak."
"RYOMA... I will... challenge you again... but next time... Echizen Ryoma... will not lose."
"Hey one of us has to lose," Ryoma smirked, trying to console the computer player, "but I will not lose to a second-rate version of myself."
It was eight thirty in the evening when Ryoma finally saved and took the game 'Grand Slam IV' out before turning off the warm consol.
"Heh, if I can beat myself so easily, maybe it's time I worked on a new move..."
AN: I was taking a break from study and was thinking of playing a game when an idea popped into my head. It wasn't a very good one, but it's been awhile since I've updated anything and I'm really sorry for that. Hopefully my next chapter of my fruits basket story 'In a Time of Need' will be done before the weekend.
Thanks for reading, reviews would be great.
-X-Nefertiri-X-