Hello to everyone! I'm CrystalKitten-MeW! I'm proud to present to you my first Prince of Tennis fanfic!
Note: I watched the whole Prince of Tennis series on a Japanese-dubbed, English-subtitled DVD so please bear with me if I accidentally add Japanese honorifics to the characters' names.
Bold- English
Italics- Flashback
'Dialogue'- Thoughts
"Dialogue"- Spoken Dialogue
This is a Romance/General AU story with a bit… no wait, scratch that… lots of humor (thanks to Fuji, Atobe, Inui and Kikumaru) and TezukaxRyoma pairing. I don't know how many chapters it will take though. By the way, Ryoma is 14 years old (3rd year junior high) and Tezuka is 16 (2nd year senior high).
Complete Summary: (AU) Tezuka is a rich teen but all he wants is tennis. Enter Ryoma, a bratty tennis-loving kid whose family is having a money crisis because of his father's 'accidental' spending of the money for his magazines. He meets Tezuka and makes a deal: play tennis with him in exchange for helping him get out of the mess. As they grant each other's wanted wishes, will they also grant each other's love wishes? TezuRyo
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
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Grant my Wish
CHAPTER 1: Introduction
A normal day in Tokyo would consist of people happily going about their business as usual. Today seemed to be one of those days.
Not to a white-capped, black-green haired, golden-eyed kid walking absent-mindedly in the crowd.
His name was Ryoma Echizen.
A certain event from the night before was clouding his thoughts. And giving him a headache.
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Ryoma was sitting on his bed, petting his beloved Himalayan cat Karupin when he heard someone ring the doorbell. The sound of the door opening and some voices reached his ears. Then after that…
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???!!!"
It was his mother's voice. His mother, Rinko, was a quiet person and NEVER screamed. Till now. He had thought he will never hear his mother yell. It was definitely odd for her to shout so he set his cat down and went downstairs to the living room where he found his mother looking angry in front of his 'baka oyaji' who looked like he was pleading for his life. Across them sat an unfamiliar looking man with some papers at hand. He looked mildly afraid of the drama in front of his eyes though he managed to keep calm.
Ryoma asked, "What's going on?"
His father saw him. "Seishonen!"
Rinko took a deep breath and looked dejectedly to her son. "We're moving out of the house."
Silence.
Three.
Two.
One.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???!!!"
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He sighed. He still couldn't believe that he actually yelled like that. He had a reputation as a brat… I mean, as a boy with few words to uphold. But considering his current situation… Well, who wouldn't? He just found out that his 'baka oyaji' had completely spent up the money that was supposed to be used for paying the house taxes. How did that happen, you ask?
It was because of those cursed, blasted pornographic magazines of his baka oyaji.
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Ryoma blinked, coming out of his shocked state. "Why…?"
His father was scratching his head nervously. "Erm… Err… I accidentally… spent the money that was supposed to be used for paying the house… on my precious…"
Ryoma gritted his teeth. "Those horrible porn magazines?"
"They're not horrible! They're my precious..."
"Erm, excuse me?"
They all looked at the speaker, the guy with the official-looking papers. He continued, "I'm sorry to disrupt you but I am really in a hurry and… I deeply regret to say this but you haven't paid for 5 months so you have to move out of your house till you can pay."
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But that's not all.
His mother also just lost her job. Talk about bad luck.
They couldn't ask money from their relatives either, as that would result in a debt and they would lose even more money.
And now, they're living in an old apartment. Without porn magazines, of course. What just happened after what that guy said was enough to scar his baka oyaji for life.
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"NANJIROU!!!"
Ryoma could practically feel his mother's burning anger coming out of her. If he was in his father's shoes right now, he'd rather jump in a pool of lava.
"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
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Seeing as there was no way out, they moved out of their house and into an old apartment.
Now, their new problem was how to get the money to pay for their house. They definitely didn't want to stay in that old apartment for long.
Ryoma sighed. How were they going to cope with this, seeing as he is still studying. And a graduating one at that.
Because of his deep thinking, he bumped into several people without noticing. Some shrugged it off but some low-blooded people shouted, "Hey! Watch where you're going, brat!"
He took no notice of them. His head was in the clouds anyway. But he snapped out of his thoughts when he realized that he almost bumped into a tree. Good thing, he evaded it though or he would have spent the day in a hospital with a lump on his head.
Well, at times like this, only one thing could make him feel better. He ran towards the park.
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In a mansion somewhere in Tokyo, a glasses-wearing brunette was in deep thought as well.
His name was Tezuka Kunimitsu.
What is he thinking?
Well, he was thinking about his life.
He was the heir of his grandfather's corporation, the Tezuka Corporation. He had no interest in being its heir though as he was only interested in his studies and sports.
Currently, he was reading a book and although it was his favorite, his body wanted action. He wished to play tennis. But inside his mansion, no one can or should I say, able to play against him.
He got up and made to leave, bringing a bag with him. Of course, as he reached the door, bodyguards asked him where he was going. He told them he was just going out. They declared that they would accompany him and give him a ride. He refused and glared at them. His glare was so intimidating, it's making even his bodyguards shiver. They understood at once. When their young master glares like that, it can only mean one thing.
He was going to that place.
And they can do nothing against that. So they let him be.
Tezuka was glad they got his message. He opened the door and proceeded to go to a place that always cheers him up. The park…
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Soon enough, Tezuka reached the park. It was only a few blocks away from his house, anyway.
As soon as he reached a quite worn-out wall, he took out his tennis racket and began hitting a ball against the wall.
He was very skilled as it hit the same spot over and over again. In actual fact, he was one of the best players in Japan's senior high tennis group.
As he hit the ball, he felt some of his stress melting away. It always felt so good. But there was a longing that never disappeared.
He had always longed for someone to play against in tennis. Yes, he plays with his schoolmates but they don't draw out his true strength and the true fun of tennis as they always lose even before he can feel the heat of the game. He was just too good. And there was no one who can match him.
He frowned. And sighed.
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Ryoma finally reached the park and proceeded to his favorite training spot. His tennis bag behind him, he ran to that old wall.
Tennis, for him, was a way to cheer him up. It always pushed away his problems from his mind.
But as he approached the wall, he could hear the sound of a tennis ball being hit. 'That's strange…' There wasn't a tennis court around the area where he was running right now and there was a distance between that wall and the tennis court.
When he arrived at his destination, he saw someone else training against the wall. A tall brown-haired teen.
He noticed that the guy's shots were hitting the same spot. He was impressed because among his schoolmates, he was the only one who can do that.
"Ne, you're pretty good," he said.
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Tezuka was concentrating on hitting the ball when he heard a voice behind him. He stopped hitting and the ball bounced back against the wall.
He intended to catch it with his hand but it missed him, streaking past to aim at the person behind him.
He turned around and tried to warn the person but the newcomer just drew out his tennis racket and stopped the ball with the face of his racket.
He was impressed because that ball was at full speed yet the young kid stopped it easily.
Remembering the kid's comment, he said "Thank you."
He studied the boy in front of him. He appeared to be 14 years old and in junior high. He had black-green hair but he covered it with a white cap. He had golden eyes that had a playful streak in them. The young boy was wearing a Seishun Gakuen Junior High Tennis Club uniform.
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Ryoma smirked at the other guy. He looked intently at the obviously older teen in front of him. He had brown hair and the same colored eyes that were hidden beneath glasses. He was apparently 16 and in senior high, as he was wearing a Kyoryu Senior High uniform. 'Wait, wasn't that an exclusive school? He must be rich.'
Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. He bounced the ball against the frame of his racket. "Who are you?"
The older boy replied, "Tezuka Kunimitsu. And you are?"
"Ryoma Echizen. Ne, Tezuka-san. Can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
"Play a match against me."
To be continued…
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Nya! So how do you like my first PoT story? I know, it's my first so please give me your comments and suggestions about the story so far. I would appreciate it if you can help me improve my fanfics. Thank you.
Oh yeah, a question to all you readers: "What do you think Ryoma is planning?"
Tell me your suspicions in your reviews.
See ya in the next chapter!
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