Only saying this once: I do not own the prince of Tennis characters; only the story line.
The motorcycle rumbled to a stop as it pulled up to the depressing, four story building. He pulled the key out of the ignition just as the radio began playing 'hero' by skillet. He took his helmet off and ran his hand through the top of his braided hair before glancing at his watch. 12:45. Damn. Fifteen minutes late…and on his first day too. He placed his helmet down and proceeded to walk up the cracked steps.
Without warning that door was sprung open just when he reached the handle. A red blob ran straight into him, leaving him sprawled on his back. When he opened his eyes he spotted a pair of happy blue orbs fixed on his face.
"Ochibi." Kikumaru yelled as he clung onto his figure.
"Eiji! Let go." Ryoma growled as he struggled to get up. Kikumaru slowly rose to his feet and held out his hand to lift Ryoma up.
"I'm so happy that they let you join our division! It has been such a long time since we have seen each other." Kikumaru said as he surveyed Ryoma.
He wore a sleeveless black-shirt and tight black leather pants with buckled biker boots. Sets of knives were strapped to his lean biceps and the hilt of a dagger could be seen sticking out of his right boot. His mid-thigh length hair was coiled tightly in a braid, some left out of the braid to flutter around his face which was hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.
Kikumaru, on the other hand, had a long white sleeve shirt and tight blue jeans; his blazing red hair was left loose to frame his face. He had two double edge sword strapped to his back and a glock peeking out the edge of his waistband.
"Since I'm the only who knows Ochibi-chan in this division, I was selected to give you the tour." Kikumaru said as he happily opened the door and gestured Ryoma to enter. Ryoma approached the door and carefully, wincing every time the old hardwood floor squeaked beneath his feet. Sunlight streamed in from the huge windows in the living room and the small spacious kitchen, bathing pattered furnitures and pillows. Nothing seemed out of place in the building. Considering that this would be his new living quarters, he can't complain. Kikumaru continued the tour leading from the first floor which held the kitchen and living room.
The second floor held training rooms that dealt with hand-to-hand combat, target practice dealing with guns, crossbows, and knives, while the weight lifts were cornered in the far left side. The floors were littered with blue matts while the walls were a deep gray.
Ryoma could still smell stale sweat.
The third floor held all the weapons in their stock and the infirmary in the meeting was located at the end of the hall which was up to date on all medical remedies. The meeting room was painted in a brilliant white while plants and flowers were hanged up on the balcony.
The last and final floor contained rooms for each individual member. Eleven were on the right side while eleven more were located directly in front of them.
Kikumaru led Ryoma to the last door, located on the right.
"Well, this will be your room, Ochibi-can. Your clothes were sent two days ahead of you, so you can just rest. There will be a meeting at four to go over a mission about to take place." Kikumaru said as he turned and walked away to leave Ryoma to his thoughts.
Ryoma opened the door and entered his new room. If he was surprised he didn't show it. He never knew how Kikumaru known him so well. His bed was a king-sized four-poster with dark green sheets. It had a nightstand on the left side, while in front of the bed had a wide-screened TV on top an entertainment center. Ryoma dropped his key on the nightstand and collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes. At the moment, he had three hours to take a short nap.
Waking up at three-forty, Ryoma changed into a pair of form fitting gray jeans with a white sash around his waist, two fingerless black gloves, and a sleeveless black buttoned up that resembled a vest that showed off his muscular abs and the multiple deep scars criss-crossing wounds . He then proceeded to unbraid his hair to leave it loose down his back and strapped his weapons on his person. As he finished placing his hair in a short ponytail there was a knock on his door. Ryoma walked over and opened the door to see Kikumaru lounging on the door across from him. When he saw Ryoma, Kikumaru let out a loose, long whistle. "Wow, Ochibi-chan looks hot. Let's go. Everyone is waiting. Kikumaru said as he led the way to the meeting room.
"So, what do we know about Ryoma Echizen?" Tezuka asked as he sat down and waited for his their new member. Dressed in a pale blue shirt and regular blue jeans, he turned his gaze towards a man in glasses.
"Ryoma Echizen, twenty-six years old, weapons; knives, guns, and whip. Element choice; fire. Completed at the top of his class and placed in this division on Kikumaru recommendation."
"Saa, that's wonderful stuff Inui, but what about temperament?" a brunette asked as he twirled a pen.
"He is said to be extremely indifferent and cool-headed under pressure. On a mission he was held captive for three years, it was stated that during these intense interrogation, he just kept on antagonizing the captures." Inui stated as the door opened.
In walked Kikumaru and Ryoma.
Read and review..