A/N- I have a sequel planned for this fic. It will be a crossover of Prince of tennis and Naruto. Just letting you know before you start reading this. If you want to read the prequel Naruto Fic that goes with it- it's titled, 'Hidden Strength'. Then by all means read it, it's under U. Naruto, Naruto. This as well as 'Hidden Strength' were made as prequels to better understand a future story titled 'Journey'. If you want more information visit my Profile page. There are summaries there.
This will partially follow the anime. There will be parts but mostly different like... conversations, and outcomes of certain matches. So consider that my warning. So don't expect me to go flipping back and forth from my writting to the anime and making them in sync. Because they will be different.
Prodigy
Prologue-Chapter 1
Flash back
Three children. Their faces were so innocently content. Two sat peacefully enjoying the wind as it carressed their sweaty bodies. After a day of training, this was peaceful. The third shuffled uneasily. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He clamped it shut. Just to try once more, and only until the fifth try was he successful.
"Tou-san says we have to go." A child spoke quietly, much to the other two's surprise. His greenish hair fluttered in the wind. Framing his baby features.
"Why?" Another spoke. His hands in his pockets, as he kicked a few stray pebbles. His midnight black hair falling around his round cheeks.
"He says I need to leave. It's not safe." The childs emerald hair parted, revealing golden eyes.
"That doesn't make sense! Can't Oji protect you, like he does with me?" The two children stared at their blond haired friend, his blue eyes striking. Even then refusing to drop his smile. Except this one wasn't cheerful but hopeful.
"Oyaji says it's his job. I'm sorry, we leave at sunset." The three children sat in frightful silence. None knowing just what to say.
End Flashback
Fuji POV
It's interesting. This pull, and yet here I stand arms crossed beside the one that acknowledges me. Is it wrong to seek comfort in the arms of my buchou?
Yes it is, but what else should I do? His very presence reminds me. Of the one I should be with. His presence is commanding.
I leaned away from him and felt him twitch beside me. His stoic visage, isn't as uptight as some might assume. At least, I know a greater stoic.
I peered into the courts as the object of this nerve racking pull runs. He's so small. His short legs moving at a blinding speed, forcing three strides for every single stride from the opposing player.
This pull, I can't explain it. I assume I could rationalize it.
He's skilled and quick, agile, flexible. And this is where my thoughts become irrational. And rationality floats away. Heh! My thoughts are hazy with a need stronger than that sensual pull.
I couldn't stop the smile of pure serenity that fell on my lips.
His movements, their like water. Seemingly still, but ever moving. His cap rested snugly atop his head. His golden eyes striking beneath the rim of his cap. My eyes remain 'closed' as I watched him.
I almost want to cheer when that smirk graced his features. His arm swinging out like a striking snake. My eyes trained on his, watching a moment of pure shock, as his arm froze.
I take a step closer as it happens once more. My arms unfolding, gripping the fence.
-Ryoma POV-
He's staring at me again. My senpai, always sets me on edge. This insatiable need to dominate him floods my veins. To defeat all of his damnable triple counters.
It's going to be amazing. With this need to get stronger, and I know he will help me get there. I can see it already. Not just buchou, because I will beat him too. But Fuji-sempai...
It's going to be hard, but it's a challenge I can't wait for. Untill then I just need to beat him. I smirked at the thought. Bringing my arm forward.
My arm. I can't feel it.
Now I can. Odd. I flexed it. Tugging my cap lower and waited for the serve. I'm not naive enough to think that was a fluke.
I moved lower, determined to watch him, not the ball. That is, I doubt the ball is responsible for my inability to hit it.
Again. That can not be a fluke. I feel a rush of red anger. He's beating you. I think it's more accurate to say he's beating us. I smirked as a red heat washed over my veins. I clenched the racket tighter. As the ball came at me.
Your freezing again, and you haven't noticed why yet. Uresai! I forced the shot. Pivoting on my foot. I felt my grip slacken. The sweat in my hand, forcing it slick against my palm. I lost my racket. It rammed against the pole and shattered. The handle flying back at me. Almost in slow motion, I watched it coming back at me. Grab it! I can't! He's watching me again.
I locked my muscles tilting my head slightly, to better absorb the impact, and not take out my eye. Baka! Why would you let yourself get hurt. Oh I don't know. Don't you think it would be kind of odd for my hand to appear out of thin air. Come on! Were in the vampire age. All I need is some creeper of the night stalkers with a black fetish following me around. You know their screaming for you right? You should at least act like your in pain. And 'Oh mighty thinker'! What are those people going to think when you heal in approximatley two minutes.
I clamped my hand over my eye as a girl ran onto the field. "Ryoma-kun, are you ok?"
"Hn. Get off the court." I gently shoved her away. She's kind of annoying. No shiz! I have no idea how Kono could stand her. Sister or not. But then again he was a baby, when I saw him last. How long ago was that eight years?Standing up and moving to the sidelines. Ignoring my worried sempais. Which was proving to be a frightfully dangerous task. I felt his presence, behind me. Before I even saw his face.
"Chibisuke." He came up from behind, with medical kit in hand. I gave him a nod turning backward. Towards the person whose hand rested on my shoulder.
"Ryoma."
I smiled reassuringly to her. "I'm ok baa-chan." I spoke softly so only she could hear me. My hand never leaving my face, stayed, shielding the healing cut. I walked up to my brother and he grabbed my chin. Lifting my head. Tilting my eye from view. "Kind of rough don't you think?" He smirked.
"Let me see chibisuke." I removed my hand. Fixing a glare on my brother. He cleaned it quickly, as it healed, and placed a bandage over it. "You need to be careful." I shook my head. Like I don't know that. This school is much to observant for their own good. Schooling his expression. He was scared. Baka. He looked up turning me around, and nodded at Baa-chan. Who then smiled in relief. She knows I heal quickly. So why does she worry needlessly.
"He's fine to play!" She stood quickly. Beckoning toward me.
"How bad is it Ochibi?" My red-headed sempai spoke loudly trying to look at the now covered, healed gash. It didn't even hurt. His eyes held a red rim. Honestly! If only I could throw my hands up in frustration. But then I would look dramatic. But you are dramatic. For a guy, your very concerned for your image. What does that mean? Exactly what I said.
"It's fine Kikumaru-sempai."
"Echizen, don't down play any pain." I stared at my buchou. His jaw seemed stuck. What a stick in the mud. My eyes trailed from him to the person standing beside him. He was bent down picking something up. I gulped at my now heated cheeks. Don't say it. I would never say anything.
"Hn." I reached up, and frowned. Smooth one, boy. Sarcasm, I just love it. Where is it?
"Here Ryoma." My hat. Thank kami! My eyes trailed the hand that held it. Traveling along his arm until I reached his smiling face. I don't understand. Why does such a simple thing force my cheeks to redden.
"Thank's Fuji-sempai." He's frowning. They worry too much. I don't think he's frowning in fear, more like his name. What's wrong with his name?Nothing, nothing at all. I grabbed my hat tugging it back into place.
"Are you ok Gaki?" Gaa! Momo-sempai is so loud. I cringed internally as his hand gripped my shoulder. I fought the need to flip him. Where did he come from? I turned around slowly, scared for my ears already.
"Momo-sempai? Can you pass me my racket?"
"Echizen, you can't play." Oishi-sempai walked up to me. I stared up at him and blinked my eyes in confusion.
"Why not? She said I could." I spoke watching Kawamura-sempai grab my racket. Inwardly smirking at my oblivious teamates. So I got the full image of all of their shocked faces, as he yelled. Forcing them all to jump ten feet in the air.
"Greato~! Echizen! Fighto~!" He yelled running towards me. I'm not scared, exactly. I can probably sidestep him. Maybe...
"Then were agreed." Ryoga plucked the racket out of Kawamura-sempai's hands, and he just deflated. It was actually pretty funny. Your brother has good timing. Kawamura's face is hilarious. He looks like a baby trying to find out where his binky went. Pausing and staring at his hand trying to recollect his thoughts. "Go play bro." He pushed my hat down lower passing me my racket.
"Hn." I walked onto the courts.
"Echizen." I paused looking back at Tezuka-buchou. He looked like he was debating something. "Ten minutes, then your out." His eyebrow rose as he spoke.
Is this a challenge buchou? I smirked, gripping the racket tighter. This is going to be fun. "No problem." I said stepping onto the court.
I moved into the recieving position, and listened to him speaking. I'm glad we chose this school. I haven't felt this type of thrill in tennis for a long time. You and your thrill, boy. He's getting annoying. Hmm. He just called me short. "I don't think I like it. Only topspins and slices. Hmm. Pesky little move. I see two things wrong with it." I smirked as he froze.
"Hn, first..." I hit the ball low and deep cutting of his ability to hit topspins. "What if one of you're shots were taken away? Can't do that neat little combo anymore." You talk too much on the court. Can't help it. I love bashing them. "Second problem..." I switched my hands hitting the ball back cleanly. "I'm ambidextrous. Hn. You need to try alot harder to beat me."
"Doesn't matter!" At this point we tune him out.That's not fair! I wanted to see what comeback he had. Your mean. Gee! I wonder where I get that from. He sucks. He does. "Mada mada dane." I smirked across the court, at the gameshot. Walking up to the net, I shook his hand. Well he did challenge me somewhat. Somewhat.
I turned around as Kikumaru-sempai hoisted me on his shoulders. "Taka-sans!" I pictured blonde hair instead of red. The words reminded me so much of him and his ramen. I smiled as he ran with me on his back. He's like the boy. I know.
a/n- Did you like? Cause I love it. XD