Ok, I broke my promise saying that I will never write any fics… But that friggin evil plot bunny just won't leave me ALONE! And I did not want to inconvenience anyone with this demonic nuisance… The sad thing is I don't know how to portray Ryoma as a diva and how to use the 'Ore-sama'…
Anyways, go on and read my first fic that I have completely no confidence on. Constructive criticisms are appreciated and welcomed with open arms.
"Bold" for English, "Speaking" for dialogs, 'Thinking' for thoughts.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, other than the plot. The first 3 paragraphs were taken from Plush but I edited some of it. The cover image is edited by photoshop and the various parts of the image belongs to their respective owners.
It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly, birds were chirping merrily, squirrels were jumping from one branch to the next. That's right, it was a wonderful and peacef-!...
"I AM GOING WHERE?"
... Okay, maybe it wasn't such a peaceful morning after all.
In the dining hall of a certain mansion in America, retired pro tennis player and current president of Echizen inc (large enough to rival Atobe corps) Echizen Nanjirou pulled out the ear plugs he had –thankfully- brought. In front of him was his fuming mad heir, Echizen Ryoma.
As I presume my dear readers are intelligent, you probably would have guessed that the shout was from our dear Ryoma. And he had a reason to react this way too. Because…
"Why are we going back to Japan! And enrolling ME to such a plebian school! What were you thinking! A refined school such as Hyotei or even Rikkai Dai isn't that hard to find." Ryoma yelled. Yes, he yelled. This showed how upset he was.
Unruffled, the multimillionaire explained "I have a big project going on in Japan. I have to go there and oversee things. And after your okka-san passed on, you have closed yourself off, you even stopped doing those 'diva' thingys anymore. I thought a change in environment would do you good."
"… Fine." The diva glowered. He was not happy, not one bit. He only agreed because he had no choice, baka oyaji would have dragged him there, bound and gagged if he was forced to. At least, if he went willingly he could get to pack his favorite clothes.
That evening…
Ryoma stared out of his new room's window. 'Seigaku… Such a plebian school… I have to show them how great ore-sama is. Hmm… Ore-sama… I like the sound of that!' Brand new determination burned in his eyes, 'Ore-sama will teach them how amazing Ore-sama is and change their plebian ways into something more of Ore-sama's taste.'
Oh dear, it seems Seigaku has some major trouble coming their way!
Somewhere(don't know where he stays), Tezuka who was studying, felt an ominous chill going up his spine. He looked warily out of the window,'I have a bad feeling that tomorrow will hold many unpleasant surprises... I better pack more Panadols...'
Poor, poor Tezuka, if only you knew half of it, you wouldn't even want to come to school tomorrow.
Meanwhile...
"Hello? XXX company?"
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"Yes. I need you to make some major renovations on a school, is that possible?"
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"Seishun Gakuen."
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"The whole school."
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"Okay then. So I have to wait for about 2 months to renovate the whole school? What about the tennis courts, club and shower rooms? With extra equipment, of course."
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"That fast?"
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"Hai. Arigatou."
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And... Cue in the self satisfied smile. 'Soon... Soon, the whole school will recognize Ore-sama's prowess and that they are all mada mada.'