A/N: Prince of Tennis doesn't belong to me. It does however belong to Takeshi Konomi. Bless him for his characters. However, bless me for my imaginitive use of the characters he gave. Haha. I kid. But seriously I'm exhausted. Two chapters in two days. My hands are killing me. However, you guys reading my story made me soo happy. And because of that I was inspired to write another chapter so soon. Enjoy! :D

Ryoma woke up at eight. He wasn't too concerned about this though because today was the day that he was supposed to graduate, so he didn't have to be at school until ten. He would officially be rid of the nightmare that his life had become the past couple of days. Not to mention he was really looking forward to no longer having to deal with high school drama, or his insanely stupid tennis captain. Good riddance. It was sad, but he honestly couldn't think of a single thing that he'd miss about his former life. Sure he had loved his dad and his friends, but they had totally back-stabbed him. His "best friend" had raped him, and his dad had believed said "best friend" over his own son. Which really hurt. He really didn't want or need those kinds of people in his life. He was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Or at least he hoped that he was.

Ryoma finally managed to convince himself that he needed to get out of his warm cocoon. It was freezing in the hotel room, and he really hadn't wanted to leave the warm safety that the bed provided. As he sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed he realized just how sore he was from all that had happened to him the past couple of days. He seriously felt like he had been hit by a car. Or an eighteen wheeler. Or run over by an elephant. Or maybe even an eighteen wheeler carrying a car with an elephant driving. Oh hell who was he kidding, he had no idea what he felt like. Though that last thought had made him conjure up the hint of a smile. Something that he had done very little of as of late.

Finally standing up he stretched, allowing all of his sore joints and muscles to pop and stretch. Wincing at the pain, but enjoying the feel of flexing his abused muscles, he sighed. He really hoped today would be better than the past couple. He felt like he deserved a break.

Heading over to the bathroom, he took a nice hot shower. Showers had always been a place of relaxation for Ryoma. If he had a bad day, and just wanted to get away from everything, even tennis, you could usually find him in the shower. He could literally stay in there for hours, just enjoying the feel of the hot water cleansing his skin and washing away all of his troubles.

Once his shower was over, he brushed his teeth and got dressed. He wore black slacks, and a white button up shirt. However he absolutely refused to tuck it in. Tucking in shirts, in his opinion, was for stuffy old men. And Ryoma Echizen was not a stuffy old man by any means. Grabbing his cap and gown before heading out the door, he left the hotel in search for breakfast.

He decided on a little cafe near the school. They had decent food, and they had his favorite grape ponta, so all was good. He ordered a traditional Japanese breakfast, consisting of steamed rice, miso soup, and tamagoyaki*. By the time he was finished eating it was 9:40, meaning that he needed to start heading to the school pretty soon. He really was dreading this. He hoped that he didn't have to see Kevin this morning. That would really put him in a bad mood.

Paying for his food he left the diner in a hurry. He was deep in thought, trying to come up with a plan to enter the school without being seen when he felt his face collide with a wall. And by wall he meant person. A very good looking person, he realized when he met the violet eyes, smiling face, and halo of blue hair belonging to the person that he had bumped into.

'Man she's pretty.' he thought. 'Too bad I just made myself look like a total idiot.'

Looking at the stranger he managed to mumble, "Sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"It's alright. I was partially at fault too. If I had been paying attention a bit more, then I could have avoided you running into me." the stranger smiled, practically glowing.

Ryoma noted that the strangers voice matched her face, soft and sweet. However something wasn't sitting well with him. Something seemed wrong. It wasn't until Ryoma did a once over of the person that he realized that the person standing in front of him was not only lacking a chest, but was also dressed in men's clothing. Meaning that the person that he had been thinking was a she was actually a he. Embarrassed about his own stupidity he blushed. The stranger however seemed to take the blush as meaning something else.

"Do you like what you see that much, kitten?" the stranger asked, laughing slightly at the flustered look on the boy in front of him's face.

Glaring, Ryoma asked, "What are you talking about?"

Enjoying the heated gaze he was getting, he decided to have some fun, so the blunette bent down slightly, meeting the boys glare with an amused look and whispered, "Well, after checking me out your face turned an interesting shade of red. Not that I mind, I find you kind of cute."

"I am not cute." he growled back. He really didn't like how close this person was getting. He hadn't known the guy five minutes and things were already getting weird.

"I tend to disagree." the stranger chuckled.

"You can disagree all you want, I'm not. Besides the only reason I blushed was because I thought you were a girl when I first started talking to you. You really should do something to make yourself look more like a guy. You could get into trouble otherwise." Ryoma stated bluntly. He smirked when he saw the stranger's eyes narrow into an almost glare. He hoped that that would shut him up. "Anyways I need to go now or else I'm going to be late."

"Wait. What's your name boyo? My name is Yukimura Seiichi." the man now known as Yukimura asked, grabbing Ryoma by the wrist.

"Yadda." Ryoma jerked his hand back. Walking away from the Yukimura, he called over his back, "Mada mada dane." and then took off in a sprint realizing that he only had ten minutes to get to school. Hopefully being late would mean that there was less of a chance of running into Kevin.

He had made it to graduation on time, but only barely. If he had wasted anymore time talking to the weird she-male (he still wasn't entirely convinced that Yukimura was a male, he was just way too feminine), he would have been undoubtedly late.

The graduation itself had gone smoothly enough. He was now the proud owner of his very own high school diploma. What made it even better was that he hadn't seen any sign of Kevin, except when Kevin went on stage to accept his diploma. But other than that Ryoma had managed to completely evade the blonde haired male.

He was exiting the school and minding his own business when he was grabbed by his wrist. Turning around he gave the offender who had taken his hand hostage a deathly golden glare. He was shocked when he saw none other that the blunette that he had ran into earlier today along with someone else. Who not only had his eyes closed, but was also smiling rather creepily at him. He paid no attention to the creepy person accompanying his new irritation. Seriously, why couldn't people just leave him the hell alone. It was like he had a sign on his back that said "Please fuck with me. I really enjoy being tormented."

"So we meet again, Echizen Ryoma." Yukimura stated as he took a step closer to Ryoma. He really was having fun.

Yukimura's unknown friend decided that he had finally had enough of observing. He really did hate to be left out. "Saa, Sei-chan, don't you think you should introduce me to your new friend?"

Yukimura turned to his friend. "Syuu this is Echizen Ryoma. Ryoma this is Fuji Syuusuke."

Ryoma was tired. He just wanted to go to his hotel room. It really irritated him that he couldn't do what he wanted because this moron wouldn't leave him alone. Not only that, this time he brought a friend. "How the hell do you know my name? And why the hell are you using my first name? I don't recall ever being your friend. And you." He nodded in Fuji's direction. "Do you always smile like that? It's really fucking creepy. And why are your eyes closed? You aren't blind are you?" he said bluntly. He really didn't feel like putting up with this right now. He just wanted to get away from the school, where all his former classmates and recent tormenters were still coming out from the gym, diploma's in hand.

"You really did find something interesting this time didn't you Sei-chan." Fuji mused. Sei was right. This one would be an entertaining conquest.

"I told you he was interesting, Syuu-chan. I especially like his eyes. He'll be fun to play with." Yukimura stated, completely ignoring the fact that the topic of their discussion was right in front of them. And said topic was not liking how he was being treated.

"You didn't answer my questions. And I am not a toy. You can't just play with me. I am nobody's. I need nobody. And I sure as hell don't need some creepy ass stalkers making my life miserable. Now if you will kindly excuse me, I have more important things to do than waste time talking to you. Like watching paint dry."Ryoma hissed between gritted teeth while yanking his hand free from the blunette for the second time that day. He hoped this didn't become a habit.

"Come on Ryoma-chan, don't be like that." Yukimura purred, reaching for Ryoma's hand again. "I assure you that you'll have a good time with us. We'll even introduce you to the rest of our friends. Who knows, maybe once you have a taste you'll come back for more."

"Too bad I want nothing to do with you. Now leave me alone." Ryoma spat while backing away. His golden eyes were bright with fury. Yukimura had done two things unknowingly that were making Ryoma cross the line from angry to absolutely livid. The first was that he had unknowingly called him Ryoma-chan. That's was his dad's old nickname for him. The second thing he had done was say something eerily similar to what Kevin had said moments before he had been brutally raped.

"Saa, come on Ryoma-chan. Play with us." Fuji suggestively whispered, while playfully nipping Ryoma's ear and wrapping his arms around his waist, securing Ryoma. When the hell did Fuji get behind him? He could of sworn that Fuji had been standing behind Yukimura just a second ago.

"Yadda." he snapped back, trying to unwind Fuji's arms from around his waist. Yukimura was right in front of him and Fuji was behind him. Oh dear god he needed to find a way out. And quick.

Yukimura bent down to look Ryoma in the eyes. Stunned by how close Yukimura's face was to his own, it took him a second to react. But that second was all it took for Yukimura to close the distance between himself and Ryoma, kissing him in a surprisingly gentle manner. However, that didn't really matter to Ryoma. And when Yukimura pulled back and smirked at him after he was finished, Ryoma did the only thing that made sense to him. He spat in Yukimura's face. Taking note of Yukimura's surprise, he shoved the blunette hard, making him fall to the ground.

Seeing his friend fall to the ground had momentarily shocked Fuji. No one had ever spit in Yukimura's face, much less pushed him to the ground. Noting how feisty the kitten in his arms could be he grabbed Ryoma by his wrists and held him firmly against his chest. He always had liked the the ones that put up some fight.

Ryoma struggled to get free. Noticing that fighting back wasn't working the way he wanted to, Ryoma decided to try a different tactic. Instead of pulling away and and trying to get free, he stopped struggling and allowed himself to relax against Fuji. Feeling Fuji's curious gaze on him Ryoma glanced up and caught sight of Fuji's eyes for the first time that night. He nearly gasped when liquid gold met cerulean blue. He had to admit Fuji's eyes were stunning. However, he was not about to let the fact that Fuji had pretty eyes blind him from the fact that he had a terrible personality. This was sexual harassment. He could sue.

Having successfully distracted Fuji, Ryoma took advantage of his opening and elbowed his captor in the diaphragm. When Fuji released his hold on Ryoma in favor of clutching his gut that was had been made to be forcefully devoid of air, Ryoma backed away. Finally free of his captors, he turned to run home. However luck had apparently completely abandoned him because just as he was about to run away he felt his arm being yanked on, making him stumble backwards. He turned around to face his attacker once again.

"That wasn't a very nice thing for you to do, Ryoma." Yukimura said huskily. He had obviously recovered from his fall quicker than Ryoma had planned.

"Who the fuck said that I was trying to be nice, you sick pervert." Ryoma snarled. His patience was gone.

"What's so wrong with having a little fun with us. We promise that we won't bite... at least not hard. And if we do, I can assure you that you will like it." Yukimura purred.

Ryoma walked toward to stand right in front of him he looked up in violet eyes.

"Sweetheart." He said seductively, putting his hand on Yukimura's neck and pulling his face down centimeters from his own. "I am not entirely sure that you could handle me."

Being drawn in by the look in Ryoma's eyes Yukimura inched closer.

"And while I'm sure that you're well equipped," he continued, the words rolling off his tongue in a seductive drawl as he sent a pointed glance downward, "I really hate to inform you, but I'm not gay."

And with that he quickly yanked his hands away from Yukimura for the last time and bolted away. After putting a few feet between them he turned around and called out, "By the way, if you follow me home I will file for a restraining order against you. Be happy I'm warning you ahead of time." And with that Ryoma ran back in the direction of his hotel. Leaving two stunned perverts in his wake.

A/N: *tamagoyaki is fried rolled egg

Well that's the second chapter! I really hope you guys liked it! Read and Review! Compliments and criticisms are welcome, however flames will be ignored.
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