This has been bugging me for the past few weeks after watching the U.K. television series "Skins". I didn't make character equivalents such as Tony being Atobe or whatever rather I put the general problems they face like dysfunctional families, mental disorders, sexuality issues, trauma's and the likes. So it won't be like "Skins." at all nor will characters from skins be appearing.

Pairings to be included from POT fandom (as of now definite): Perfect Pair (TezukaXFuji), Alpha Pair (SanadaXYukimura), Platinum Pair (YagyuuXNiou)

NOTE:The story has Korean characters. Because. . . according to my sister's words, I'm one of the few people who adore BOTH Japanese Anime and Korean Dramas. I like reading manga and manhwa (Korean counterpart of manga) too. I guess, since I like both Japanese and Korean, I decided to add Korean characters. This part has been bugging me too actually(whether or not I should include Koreans or not) but after reading another one my favorite manhwas again, I decided, why not? [Odd thing is though, I'm not a big fan of K-pop although I listen to it, I like Avril, Selena Gomez, The Script and Adele more.]

NOTE2:There's going to be an OCXOC pair that's also boyXboy.

NOTE3: The Korean characters of this story are not part of any other manhwa or drama, I may have used the characters' names from those as namesakes for the Korean characters here but this is an entirely different story.

Disclaimer(thisgoesforthewholestory):I don't own the characters of Prince of Tennis or the namesakes (if they have) of the OC's included.

PROLOGUE

*The following events happened at different dates and times but all on the same year.

+ Chiba, Japan

Fuji Shuusuke wasn't only a tennis prodigy. He is also one of the best young photographers of the world, really, most people take Photography for granted but it's more than just clicking a button. You still need to adjust the lighting, see if the background fits and adjust the focus and whatnot. This promising young photographer has a natural feel to it already so when he was given his first camera when he was ten, his parents were surprised at all the candid shots he took that looked as though they were meant to be taken.

For now, the Fuji family was taking spending their summer in Chiba, their hometown. For now, Fuji Shuusuke was content with taking pictures of the houses and skyscrapers of Chiba from the veranda of the hotel room his family was currently staying in. His younger brother, by a year, Fuji Yuuta was currently sleeping and his older sister was staying in her own hotel room while his parents were in another room as well so nobody was bothering him. Not until his phone rang that is . . .

Fuji put his camera down by the bedside table before answering, "Moshi! Moshi! Fuji speaking."

"Hey Fuji, I'm breaking up with you."

". . . W-What?"

"Yeah...goodluckwithyourlife,bye." With that the line went dead.

Silence. . . . and then …

Fuji's phone fell to the floor, himself collapsing on the bed. He was still in a state of shock when his younger brother woke up. Fuji Yuuta yawned and stretched before his eyes settled on his older brother, knowing something was wrong.

"O-Oi Aniki! Are you okay?" The younger Fuji immediately questioned, going over to the bed and waving his hands around in front of his older brother.

The older snapped out of it and looked at his younger brother. The younger noticed tears pooling around his older brother's eyes, until they started falling. Yuuta was shocked, his brother NEVER cried. As far as he was concerned, he was the cry baby, not his brother.

"H-He b-broke up with me, w-with a-a t-ten second p-phone call." Yuuta heard his brother stammer out.

Fuji Yuuta saw red. He wanted to kill this guy now. He already knew who his brother was talking about. That person and his brother have been together for two years. Nobody breaks up on some ten-second-phone-call, oh no, not on Yuuta's watch.. That little piece of shit was going to pay. Yeah, Yuuta wasn't afraid to curse.

"Y-Yuuta, don't. It's okay, just help me forget about him, don't ever mention him again. Tell Nee-san, Okaa-san and Otou-san as well. Just . . . don't bother with him already. Forget about him." said Fuji Shuusuke as if he read his younger brother's mind.

Yuuta didn't want to follow, he wanted to make that sonofabitch pay. But seeing his brother like this, crying and looking broken, he couldn't help but nod. He carefully brought the older boy up and let said boy cry on his shoulder. He was sure their older sister would appear soon enough, definitely sensing something was wrong, like she always has. But for now, Yuuta would be keeping quiet.

Fuji Shuusuke was still crying, silently vowing to himself.

"I will never go for a guy that looks even remotely to him again."

+ Kyoto, Japan

What was supposed to be a fun-filled, peaceful trip, turned into a nightmare when the youngest child of the Yukimura family collapsed out of the blue.

"C-Chiharu!" The eldest child, Yukimura Seiichi exclaimed, catching his younger sister before the girl could hit the cold, hard floor.

"Okaa-san, please call an ambulance." The Yukimura father said, taking hold of the youngest Yukimura child and setting her down gently. The Yukimura mother was checking her daughter's pulse and vital signs like what she did with Seiichi when her eldest still had the dreadful illness that early cost him his tennis career.. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she saw that her daughter was still breathing, thank heavens.

Yukimura Seiichi was confused though. Why is it that his sister collapsed this time? He was just cured of his sickness and is now able to play tennis. He doubts it's anything sport-related because his sister was a musician, a clarinetist to be exact. Guillain-barre syndrome isn't genetic or hereditary either so it couldn't be that. . . Before he could finish his chain of thought, he heard the siren of the ambulance nearing and immediately notified his father.

"Hurry." said his father.

As the ambulance got there, paramedics rushed out and started to stabilize Yukimura Chiharu's condition.

A few hours later, the whole family was in for a shock.

"UNKNOWN HEART DISEASE!" The Yukimura mother exclaimed, horrified.

The doctor who was in charge of the youngest Yukimura nodded. "All the test have been proven, that her heart is in trouble. We propose a transplant. However, it is not only her heart . . . she is experiencing brain hemorrhage largely due to this heart complication, treatment will be needed for that as well. Frankly, the transplant is the only cure as of now but we are trying to do everything that we can. Though, your daughter is currently in a coma."

The Yukimura father held his crying wife while Yukimura Seiichi sat down on one of the chairs, head on his hands.

"Heart Transplant, treatment for Hemorrhaging, unknown heart disease. Okaa-chan and Otou-san will need all the help they can get. I need to find a job. I need to help out. I'll quit school, I need to keep Chiharu away from d-d-dyi…"

Yukimura's mother noticed her son was in deep thought and immediately knew what he was thinking. Seiichi's treatment cost a lot but because her husband's mother had enough money to spare, they were able to afford it. Chiharu's condition is just as bad if not worse. But she won't stop her son from getting the proper education and to enjoy tennis.

"Seiichi, don't even think about dropping from school. Your father and I will find ways Seiichi. You worry about your OWN condition and studies, as well as doing what you love." she carefully scolded her son as both her and her husband approached their son.

Seiichi was taken aback. "B-But Okaa-chan, if I quit, you'd have enough money for her treatment, I'd rather have her healthy."

The Yukimura father shook his head, no. "Seiichi, you are important to us as well, we won't jeopardize your life, not when one of our children's lives is already in danger as well. Your uncle still works as the head doctor in one of the hospitals in Tokyo, we'll have her moved and maybe he can give us an easier time as he is your legal guardian if your mother and I are away. We will find ways Seiichi, don't worry. We can still send you to the boarding school we want you to go to and both of us may have to go abroad to work but you have to continue with your life too. Do you understand?" explained his father.

The eldest Yukimura child nodded, albeit reluctantly. His mother sat beside him and kept on reassuring him that everything would be fine. But Yukimura Seiichi wasn't going to give up that easily, he will help his parents AND save his sister.

"Even if I will go to a boarding school, money will be my priority."

+ Ulsan, Korea (S)

Hwang Taekyung was enjoying the life. He really was. He was in his father's office, ordering his father's secretary around while taking a sip from his OWN, personalized coffee mug. But he was really supposed to be studying for his exams but being a genius with an IQ over 200, he didn't really need too. Mostly, he just slept at home, books open, claiming that he was absorbing the information from the books. The only thing he really needed to do was read the books once and everything would be in his head. Picture perfect and clear, oh the advantages of those who have photographic memory.

Right now, he had just finished the accounting reports his father wanted done so he was just lounging around, pretending to be the CEO of his father's company, watching the people outside of the office run around with his father ordering them around. He enjoyed seeing the terrified faces of those facing his father's wrath, although he didn't like it when it was faced to him.

His father came inside the office after a while, "Taekyung, get your Noona and tell her that as head of Public Relations, I need her to schedule a conference and meeting with all my other associates."

Taekyung nodded at his father, grabbing his bag as he went out, "Sure Abeoji."

He took his time, looking for his older sister's office. The workers he passed didn't mind him, continuing on with what they were tasked to do. He took a detour to the cafeteria to get an apple before finally arriving at the Public Relations Head office. Not even bothering to knock, he just went in and said, "Noona, Abeoji wants you to schedule a meeting and a conference with his associates."

His older sister snapped the pencil she was holding in half, "Hwang Taekyung! You don't just barge into someone's office!"

The younger boy shrugged, "It was a glass door Noona."

Hwang Seohyun sighed, aggravated before arranging the conference and meetings like she was told to do, but before Taekyung could get out of the office . . . "One of father's associates is here and I need you to ask Nathaniel to bring him to father's office. Don't be late Taekyung."

Taekyung sighed before nodding, "Arasseo, arasseo."

As he was going down the stairs, he bumped into someone, giving the person a glare he then shouted, "Aissh! Watch where you're going!"

The teen in front of him raised an eyebrow before saying, "Shouldn't you?"

Hwang Taekyung's blue-grey eyes narrowed. "This is my—" Taekyung stopped, and instead said "Tch, whatever, out of my way." He then hurried down the stairs while the other teen waited until Taekyung disappeared before continuing to go up stairs.

Taekyung's jet-black hair became unruly when he finally reached the security office, "Nathaniel, those people in the fancy suits and dresses, Noona said to escort them to father's office." he informed a brawny, dark-skinned personnel. The brawny man nodded and went on.

Taekyung sighed in relief to himself as he made his way towards the personal games room his father had set-up for him through a hidden path. He almost let his secret out to some unknown person, the fact that he is the CEO's son. His two older sisters may be happy to boast it off with their status and power, as well as the things they have but he didn't want too. It's why none of the workers knew him, his father's office was a two-way mirror so the workers only saw their reflection, never Taekyung himself. His father's secretary is the only worker who knows him and he prefers to keep it that way. No one in his school even knows who he really is, not that he minded.

"That was close, but I wonder why I can't get the guy I bumped into out of my head?"

+ Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan

Roast Beef, Lamb Chops, Lobster, Halibut, Turkey, this was heaven for buffet lovers everywhere. Fourteen year old, Marui Bunta, was no exception. His lavender-colored eyes shown with excitement as he filled his plate until it was filled to the brim. As he sat back down on the table his father had reserved specifically for this occasion, which was his grandmother's birthday, he started shoveling everything down his throat. He was going to get another plate when an elderly but stern voice stopped him.

"Bunta-san, don't you think one plate is enough?"

Marui was dumbfounded, no one has ever told him that his entire life. He locked eyes with his grandmother and saw that she was giving him a disapproving look. Sure Niou has called him fatty more than once and Yukimura's been telling him to actually start exercising outside of tennis practice or he'll lose his footwork in tennis but no one has ever critiqued him on his eating habits.

"O-Okaa-san, it's a buffet. Bunta should be allowed to eat as much as he wants." said Mr. Marui, trying to ease the tension created by his mother's one statement.

Grandmother Marui silently scoffed and turned her disapproving gaze to her own son. "Mamoru, Bunta is no longer a child. He is a teenager so telling him that he is a growing boy now is not acceptable."

Mrs. Marui swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "Okaa-san, Bunta can eat what he wants to eat no matter how much it is. He knows his limits and he is a tennis regular player for his school."

"It does not matter Nadeshiko-san. Bunta should watch what he eats. I don't want any of my grandsons become unsightly beings." The elderly woman said, not backing down in her belief.

While all that was taking place, Bunta was still frozen in place. His mind processing what his grandmother was saying and not on the things his parents were saying.

Marui Touya, who was eight at the time joined, in on the adults' conversation. "Obaa-san, Onii-chan's appetite hasn't bothered anyone." The little boy was pouting while he said this.

Marui Naoto, the youngest of the Marui children aged four, wanted to help defend his eldest brother but said brother stopped him with a hand causing the youngest to look up, confused.

"It's okay Nao." Bunta started.

"I'm not that hungry anymore. . ."

+ Tokyo, Japan

The elderly man behind the counter smiled fondly as the energetic teen in front of him cheered.

"Yay! Yay! These are definitely the pair of sneakers I've been looking for!" The blue-eyed fourteen year-old exclaimed, happily jumping around with them on.

The elderly man behind the counter laughed to himself before reminding the boy that he needed to pay for the sneakers. "It's 12, 000 yen all in all Eiji-san."

The teen smiled cheekily and made a V with his fingers. "This time I've got enough money Oji-san!" He said, still smiling cheekily. The man behind the counter laughed out loud this time and watched as the teen got his wallet out.

"Juu, Juu-ichi, Juu-nii! Here you go!" said Eiji, handing the money over and jumping around. Just at that moment, one of his favorite J-pop songs started playing.

"Wah, I love this song, I didn't know they still played it!"

Eiji started dancing around and lip-syncing to the song that was playing, which was Real World by Exile, and the elderly man was laughing and clapping along with the bouncy teen.

What the both of them didn't notice however, was that people outside of the store were stopping and started to watch the singing-dancing fourteen year-old. Most of them were girls from his school or school year, some were even high school girls and a few, college students. A lot of the girls were giggling and squealing things like "Kawaii!" and phrases close to that.

After a while, the elderly man noticed and he pointed it out to the still dancing teen. The younger didn't however and he started to bow and wave his hands around to his audience which caused more giggling and some of the girls to go in the shop and get to know the boy better.

"Nya~! It's all thanks to these shoes! They've made me really happy!" He explained, smiling brightly and the girls started to admire him and compliment him entirely. The elderly man was smiling in a jolly way at the scene unfolding in front of him. A college student suddenly appeared right in front of him with a pair of shoes asking if he had her size. The man nodded right away and went out back.

However, none of them noticed the gangster of boys who were secretly snickering outside the shop's windows, a video camera on hand.

The following morning, Eiji was preparing breakfast for his family when one of his older brothers, Kikumaru Obito, asked him for a favor.

"Eiji, can you walk Kaze around the block?" asked the older brother.

Eiji nodded as happy as ever, "Sure Nii-san."

Kikumaru Uruki, Eiji's other older brother and the eldest son of the family came down not long after holding his laptop with one hand, nearly tripping down the stairs because he was rushing.

"EIJI WAIT!" The eldest shouted, placing the laptop on the table and showing his two younger brothers what he came across on while surfing the net.

Obito looked at his older brother, confused, "What's wron—" Before he could finish however, his mouth opened wide and his eyes were nearly bulging out of their sockets.

Eiji was speechless . . . never in his life did someone do this to him.

On the eldest brother's laptop was a video, on the internet, of Eiji when he was dancing and singing in the store shop. The store's name was censored and his face was a blue, but everything Eiji was doing was on it. That wasn't even the thing that hurt Eiji, it was the comments of the people who have watched the video. The only reason his brother knew was because it came from one their sisters, Konan, who got it from her friend, who was one of the people who videoed it. Needless to say, those people were going to pay because their eldest sister and eldest child of the Kikumaru Family, Neon, has made the lives of the people who dare humiliate her younger siblings, monstrous.

"His dancing sucks!"

"Show off! So what if a bunch of girls were outside the window? Uh, it's people like him that need to be tamed :)"

"Man, the song he's dancing too is so last century. I don't get what those girls were doing!"

"What is he? Some sort of whore cat?"

The teen collapsed on the floor. His brothers were screaming his name, trying to get his attention. The Kikumaru ladies hurried down when they heard the commotion, Konan was already slapping Eiji while Neon was reassuring him that the video will be removed right away.

But what if his siblings weren't there, what if the people who made those comments were actually there. . . They would ruin his life. He danced in the store because he felt like it, but even he knew it was truly embarrassing but because most of them were girls, he didn't really mind because most of them were saying he was cute and all. Those comments . . . "whore", "show-off" , that video, the humiliation.

"No… I won't let that happen to me."

+ Seoul, Korea (S)

The green-eyed fourteen year-old eyed the pathway to his house warily. It was the day that they'd be getting their report cards and although his grades were above average . . . when your older siblings have superior grades and are at the top of their batches then it really doesn't mean anything. Especially if their parents were university professors who mostly cared about their children's' grades and standings in class.

The boy could imagine it now…

"Appa, I am at the top of the class with a perfect on my Math, Science, English, Social Studies and Korean tests." His older sister, Baek Chaeyoung said, not really boasting but reciting her standings to her father.

Mr. Baek gave his eldest child a big hug. "That's my girl, always the best of the best in her class

"Omma, All A's and an award for Excellency of Leadership. I was also voted as Student Council President because of the principal's readjustments." said the older brother, Baek Hyeunjung. His tone was a stoic and responsible one, basically the one he uses when speaking to his parents.

Mrs. Baek would've given him a big smile and a pouch. "I know you've been wanting the latest game for your Playstation Portable, and since you've proven yourself capable, in remaining as the top AND becoming President I think you deserve this but don't let your standings waver.

The older brother gave his mother a weary smile, "Of course, not to worry."

But what made the teen even sadder was that his younger siblings got all the attention as well.

Youngest girl, Baek Shiyoung sat on her mother's lap and start's talking about her day. "Omma! Omma! The teacher said that my work was the best out of all! I also got the highest score in the math test we had the other day! Mrs. Kim said that if this continues, she'll give me a prize and a certificate for academic standings!"

Their mother smiled and gives the girl a light cheek causing the younger to giggle. "That's amazing Shiyoung, if this continues then you're birthday party will be the most extravagant of all!"

The little girl cheered at this and gave her mother a big hug.

The youngest out of all the children, Baek Jihoo, was playing with his crayons when their father sat down in front of him with a big smile on his face. "Jihoo, the teacher called and said that you can move on to the advanced classes. I'm so proud of you!"

The youngest boy cheered and showed the picture he drew to his father. "YEY! Appa, look! It's my dream job, to be a doctor!"

The father smiled even wider, "A doctor, I'm sure you're going to be incredibly successful."

The middle child of the Baek family couldn't help but wonder if his parents would ever praise him like that. He was already in front of his house and as he opened the door… as expected, his mother was busy praising his older brother and younger sister while his father was praising his older sister and younger brother.

"I-I'm home." He said weakly, but his older sister saw him and she immediately went over to give him a hug.

"Seungjo! What took you so long? We were deciding on whether or not to eat out to celebrate our report card grades!" said Chaeyoung.

Baek Hyeunjung also went over to his second younger brother. "She's right you know, which do you prefer, barbeque or rice toppings?" the eldest brother asked, ruffling the younger's hair.

"Hyeunjung, Chaeyoung. Please. Seungjo, how are your grades?" Their mother asked.

"Above Average." Seungjo said, cringing when his father's gaze hit him.

"Only?" His parents chorused.

Seungjo nodded while his older siblings each put a hand on his shoulders to calm him down.

His mother sighed and looked at his father who shook his head in a negative way. This caused Seungjo to frown to himself even more and hurriedly think of an excuse.

"I-I'm not feeling so well. The nurse said so herself that I should rest for a while, you can all go on ahead without me." He told his family, but mostly to his older siblings.

His younger siblings were quick to disagree, "NO! Maybe we should just eat at home!" The two said simultaneously.

His father raised his hand and said, "If Seungjo is to rest than he is to rest, but we have no time to prepare a dinner for seven right now. We will still eat out to celebrate those of you who got superior grades.—" Seungjo felt something sting within him but didn't say anything, "Seungjo, we will bring you some soup and bibimbap once we get home."

"Ye, Appa." Seungjo said, shrugging of the hands of his older siblings, excusing himself from his younger siblings who tried to block his way and going up to his room.

"Kaja." He faintly heard his father announce to his family.

Once he lied down on his bed, he couldn't help but say out loud

"I give up. . . I am never going to catch up to them."

PROLOGUE

Noona: older sister

Arasseo: Okay

Abeoji: father

Appa: Dad

Omma: Mom