DISCLAIMER: Fail4Ninjas is just a group of hilly billy girls out on the open road who are just bored enough to come up with a story based on Prince of Tennis. The person who really owns this manga/anime is Takeshi Konomi. [FlippinWonka: But this is MY masterpiece! -sulk-] [TheSpunky(Short)Alchemist: Yea I know it is... let's go play some tennis to relieve your stress, dear-y -pats her on the shoulder-] [2ManyShoez: Hey! Give us credit, too. Your stories take so long to edit :O] [GreenMamushi: Not to put a damper on things, but shaddup and let's get on with the SHOW! -dramatic arm wave-]
Story Positions:
FlippinWonka: Main Author
TheSpunky(Short)Alchemist: Main Typing-Editor, Uploader/Profile Manager, Co-Typer
2ManyShoez: Co-Typer, Co-Editor
GreenMamushi: Co-Typer, Co-Editor
Characters (OCs):
Echizen/Clark Emi
Personality: loud, eye-catching, does not give you respect until you have EARNED it
-blond hair left down
-emerald eyes
-Age: 14
-older one of the twins
Echizen/Clark Eri
Personality: usually quiet on the outside, eye-catching
-black hair in a ponytail catching, loud if you get to know her real self
-pink/purple eyes
-Age: 14
-younger one of the twins
Amai Masquerade Love
Prologue
~two years ago, New York City~
"Get up, kid! Us pros are still teaching ya."
A little boy was crying in the corner of a tennis court. He was surrounded by three big tennis players. He held onto his tennis racket as if his life depended on it.
The little boy's body was all scratched and bruised up. His right cheek was swollen, both his knees were cut, and his arms were bloody. The boy's clothes were now completely red and covered in blood.
The three older boys just laughed at the sight of the crying boy.
"What's the matter little boy? Are you going to run home to your mommy now?" one of the boys just snickered.
"Hey boys! Are you good at tennis?" a blond-haired girl asked.
"Because if you are…" said a black-haired girl.
"Then could you teach us how to play?" a green-haired boy wearing a white cap asked with a grin.
The three boys turned around to see two girls and a boy staring at them.
"Sure, why not. We were just finished teaching this kid over here –points at crying boy- anyway."
"Thanks, guys! Can my sister and I play in doubles?" the black-haired girl said in a sarcastic tone, pointing to the blond-haired girl.
"Sure, sweetie, but if we win this match, you two will have to go on a date with us."
The blond-haired girl tensed up and made a disgusted face. "Are they hitting on us? One hundred years too early!" muttered the blond girl. The dark-haired girl smirked.
"Ryoma, go get the boy and get him out of here!" The green-haired boy nodded and slowly made his way to the corner where the boy was crouching and crying.
"So, you boys want to start this match yet?" said the black-haired girl eyeing the little boy who ran out of the courts.
The two girls then took out two rackets from a rather big-looking bag that the blond was carrying. Then, they went to the net where two of the boys were waiting for them.
"So… rough or smooth?"
- Five Minutes Later -
"Aww, I thought we could at least use our special moves," whined the blond girl.
"Now, now, onee-san. They didn't say they were strong…, but I must admit I am a little disappointed…" said the black-haired girl as they walked off the court with dissatisfied frowns.
On the court, you could see the two boys on the ground panting heavily. One of the boys was crying out in pain, clutching his right elbow. The other boy couldn't stand. His legs were trembling, and his body was bloody from all of the scratches and cuts.
"Hey, Ryoma! Your turn with that –points at the guy who was trying to get his friends to stand up- guy." The boy with the cap smirked and got his racket.
"No! Please stop! I lose! I don't want to have a match! Isn't it enough that they are hurt? Please let me off!" pleaded the last guy on his knees. The three decided to let him off.
"Hey, Ryoma. He was supposed to verse you in a match so you can decide," the blond said with a bored expression.
Ryoma looked down at the boy, who was begging, still kneeling on the floor.
-Sigh- "I don't care. Do whatever you want." Ryoma was not happy about letting the bully go, but he didn't want to play a pathetic person either.
The boy's face suddenly brightened up a little. He said many thank-you's at once, trying to get the other two to walk by themselves.
As soon as the three boys were nowhere to be seen, Ryoma smirked.
"So… Emi, Eri, you won six games to love in three minutes and forty-five seconds. Mada mada dane."
The two glowered at him as Ryoma grinned smugly at their reactions. He just loved upsetting his two older cousins.
- The "Otaku Corner" -
TheSpunky(Short)Alchemist: So I hope that all of you readers out there who are diligent enough to read this little "Otaku Corner" enjoyed the prologue we just up. Just to mention again if you hadn't already read it, FAIL4NINJAS DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS IN ANY WAY!
[FlippinWonka: Except in our minds, we are otaku freaks who believe that we do ^-^]
TheSpunky(Short)Alchemist: -pushes her out of MY spotlight- Anyways, we all hope that you enjoy this little blurb of otaku-ness and continue reading and reviewing. Yes, I know that I just said read and review which most of us readers DON'T do. But now that we're all writers, we all feel the overpowering HUNGER of REVIEWS! So, please, help the needy and feed our undeniable craving.
[2ManyShoez: Don't feed GreenMamushi anything though because she'll just turn into the FatHulk. Hehehe... ^-^]
[GreenMamaushi: -shoves her into a prison cell to pulverize later- To move this topic further on, please note that a chapter of this story will be uploaded every week, most likely on weekends.]
[All of us: Thanks so much to our FABULOUS readers for their time and please look forward to the next chapter!]
P.S. The next "Otaku Corner" won't be as long next time. Sorry for the inconvenience! BTW, AT THE END OF THE NEXT FOUR UPLOADED CHAPTERS, ONE OF US WILL REVEAL THE ORIGIN OF OUR FUNKY NICKNAMES! So, stay tuned for our next chapter of OTAKU-NESS!