Disclaimer: I don't own The Prince of Tennis, OR Air Gear, this is simply both of the two mushed together for my own personal pleasure.
I ADOPTED THIS FIC FROM KZURITE, thanks luv! (It was previously known as 'The World of Air Trek', and I've made other modifications apart from that as well...)
Warnings: None, but there may be some indecent language use.
A/N: O.O I'm so happy! I've finally gotten my laptop running again and nothing has been deleted or anything horrid like that sighs in relief I wish you all an extremely belated Happy Valentine's Day, and a happy birthday to my dear Fuji Syuusuke! Anyways...yes, I started a new story to thank all the people who've ever reviewed/favourited/alerted/or made a fic for me. Your names will all be mentioned in the chapters of this fic, one by one. And yes, I promise I'll update this fic until the end, I promise I promise I promise! It may take a while to do, but I WILL finish this story, even if it kills me. So I do apologise for my other fics that haven't been paid much love to.
As you may have already noticed, there are NO pairings in this fic. But if you want me to make a small side story with an actual pairing, PM me or something, and I'll do that, or if YOU want to make one, just notify me, and/or acknowledge me in it. But there will be NO pairings in this fic.
Oh yes, I nearly forgot readers do anime fall or sweat-drop heheheheh...this is only the prologue, so I'll be updating way longer chapters next (maybe even some where the actual chapter is longer than the A/N!) if I don't do chapters with at least one thousand to two thousand words, shoot me, or flame me, just as long as you get the message across. Enjoy!
The Prince of Air Trek: Prologue
By squishy the jellyfish
"Oi, Rinko. Where's the boy?" Nanjiroh asked as he wheeled himself into the kitchen where his wife was preparing dinner.
Rinko was humming to herself softly, but stopped as soon as Nanjiroh came in. "He left a short while ago, dear."
"Don't tell me…" Nanjiroh sighed upon the realization. He pushed the wheels of his wheelchair with his hands and made his way over to the table, dropping the seemingly innocent newspaper on top.
"You're not going after him?" Rinko asked, not bothering to turn her back.
"The boy can look after himself."
"Oh?"
Nanjiroh picked up the paper and began 'reading' it. "If he gets himself into trouble, he sure as hell can get his own ass out of it." He subconsciously grinned at the paper, not noticing that his wife was fast approaching, wooden spoon in hand.
A i r T r e k
Through the late night streets of New York, the roads were abuzz with people and vehicles. No one, not one, noticed a strange breeze go by them, nor an unfamiliar blur whiz past. All disregarded the abnormality as they went about their nightly business, caring not that it was actually a boy zipping past on 'roller blades'.
"Mama, mama look! He's flying!" A little boy shouted excitedly as he tugged on the hem of his mother's top.
"Who's flying?" The boy's mother asked, turning to see what her son was on about. Upon seeing what her son was so excited about, she smiled. "Why, don't you know who that is?"
The boy, still staring at the male who appeared to have 'wings' splaying out from his feet, shook his head.
The woman pointed to the 'flying boy', "He's the Prince of Air Trek!"
"The Prince of Air Trek…" The little boy repeated after his mother perfectly.
A i r T r e k
The woman pointed to the 'flying boy', "He's Echizen Ryoma, the child prodigy in Air Trek."
"Echizen…Ryoma," The little boy repeated after his mother perfectly.
The woman sighed, "But, he's moving back to his native country."
"Where's that?" The boy looked at his mother, his big eyes gleaming.
"Japan…"
There you go, all finished!
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Squishy.