So I finally got the first chapter posted! I'm feeling very proud of myself now. I'm really sorry for not updating lately, but I'v finalyl got all my thoughts and ideas sorted out for this story. So I'm pleased to say I'll be updating a lot sooner now.

Summary: After the loss of both his parents Ryoma goes to live with his child hood friend Atobe Keigo, whom he considers to be like a brother. After some persausion from Atobe, Ryoma decideds to enter at Ouran High School, where he meets none other than the prestigious Host Club.

Warning: Language

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS OR OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB.

Chapter 2

What To Choose?

"Enjoying what you know is fine, but it'll never hurt to explore. Try taking a step outside your comfort zone. See what the world has to offer."

(Unknown Quote)

"Che," Ryoma muttered irritably. "Why the hell does Japan have so many god-damned schools?"

He was currently browsing irritably through a load of pamphlets his brother had left him. Each one was for a different school in Japan. When he had asked his brother to maybe pick him up a couple of pamphlets from some schools, so he could browse through some and have a look at the different schools he might want to attend, he hadn't imagined a pile so gigantic. It was simply huge.

School started in 1 week and he still hadn't decided on where to attend. It was Tuesday and he had till Friday to choose.

First things first; he began throwing away all the pamphlets that didn't mention a tennis team. By the time he had finished, the original pile had been reduced by more than half. Despite the pile being split in half there were still at least 20 pamphlets left.

After another hour he had finally narrowed it down to two choices; Seishun Gakuen and Rikkai Dai. Either the school his father had went to or the school famous for its superb tennis team.

Ryoma got up from the couch and looked out the living room window. It had stopped snowing.

'Che, might as well go check out the schools. There's nothing better to do anyway' Ryoma thought. He quickly put on a pair of grey sweat pants and a simple black and white hoodie.

Once he made sure he would be warm enough he headed out to the train station. For no reason in particular other than he hated to make a scene, Ryoma generally disliked riding in one of the many limo's Keigo owned. The exact opposite of his 'brother'.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long for the train. Since he lived generally closer to Seishun Gakuen, he decided to start there. The bus ride took about 15 minutes. Getting off the bus, he started on his journey towards the school and began to wonder if anyone would actually be there; it was Christmas Break after all.

He made his way towards the back of the school and wasn't surprised to find the school grounds empty. Overall the grounds were fairly nice. Everything was covered in a fine blanket of freshly fallen, glistening snow. Ryoma would never actually admit it, but the scene took his breath away. As a small breeze blew by he shivered and drew his hoodie tighter around himself, effectively keeping out the cold. Deciding he should make this quick he continued on his way towards the back.

The school itself was average; it wasn't too big or too small. When he reached the back he made his way towards the tennis courts and found himself feeling oddly disappointed when he found them empty. But what was he expecting? It was the middle of winter. Of course there would be no one practising!

'Now what?' He thought to himself. It was eerily quiet on the courts. The only sound was the gentle breeze of the wind, which had picked up a bit and was now blowing the snow around in gentle waves. Ryoma just stood there contently, when suddenly the sound of a tennis ball making contact with a racket reached his ears.

His head shot up in the direction the sound was coming from. He began making his way towards a smaller building beside the school. As he got closer, he realised that one of the large double doors was slightly ajar, with a gap just big enough for him to carefully peak inside. A blast of warm air suddenly hit his face and he gasped slightly. Thankfully it didn't seem like anyone from inside had heard him.

When he looked inside he was surprised to see two tennis matches going on. What was even more surprising was that they were actually quite good. The first match was between a guy with spiky-black hair and violet eyes, who was obviously a power player, and another guy who had black hair and green eyes, he almost reminded Ryoma of a snake.

The second match was between a guy who was fairly tall, with glasses that obscured his eyes, and a guy with vivid red hair matched with blue eyes. The red head was jumping around the court like there was no tomorrow and the guy with glasses seemed to be able to predict where the red-head would hit his shots.

'Huh, an acrobatic and data player' Ryoma thought with interest. It was then that he caught sight of the staircase beside the doors that seemingly led to a mezzanine. Guessing it was probably warmer in the gym than outside he swiftly squeezed through the gym doors and climbed the staircase until he was safely at the top. Smirking, he took a seat on the bleachers and continued to watch the team practise with interest.

Fuji was watching Eiji's and Inui's game with interest when his sharp eyes suddenly picked up movement at the gym doors. He turned his head and found himself watching a young boy,who looked no older than 14 or 15 sneak quietly into the gym and up to the mezzanine.

He found himself smiling with amusement when the boy took a seat in the mezzanine and continued to watch their practise. 'Interesting..' He thought and lightly nudged Tezuka.

When Fuji got Tezuka's attention he nodded towards the mezzanine. Tezuka followed his gaze and Fuji's smile widened when he saw Tezuka's eyes narrow ever so slightly.

Tezuka, as if reading his mind, nodded in approval. Fuji slowly made his way over to the staircase, careful not to draw any attention to himself. Thankfully though, the boy seemed to be too focused on the matches going on to pay him any attention.

He climbed the staircase and snuck up behind the younger male. "Saa, enjoying yourself?" Fuji whispered in the kid's ear, smiling mischievously.

Fuji took great pleasure in watching the kid jump in surprise, spinning around to face him. The kid's face held a look that was somewhere between shock and embarrassment at being caught. The kid had black-ish, emerald hair and cat like golden eyes.

Fuji couldn't place it, but for some reason the kid looked familiar, but from where? Where had Fuji seen the kid?

Ryoma was so focused on the games below that he nearly jumped out of his skin when the sudden voice sounded right behind him. He jumped up and spun around to come face to face with one of the guys he had seen watching the game from the sidelines.

'Is he also on the team?' Ryoma thought with interest, but was outwardly glaring at the man.

"Yes I'm also on the team," Fuji responded. It took Ryoma a minute to realize he had actually asked that out loud. Ryoma blushed and pulled down his cap to hide his face.

"So what do you think of our practise?" Fuji asked and smiled when Ryoma glared at him. Ryoma opened his mouth to spit back some comment on how creepy the guy's smile was when he was jumped on; literally.

"Nya Fujiko! Who's this?" The red-hed exclaimed.

"Saa.." Murmered Fuji, tilting his head at Ryoma who was struggling to breathe; Eiji was currently suffocating him.

"Hey Eiji-Sempai! Who are you talking to?" Momo shouted, and climbed up the steps, only to stare quizzically at the three.

Ryoma who had been struggling to breathe in Eiji's suffocating grip had finally managed to break free . He now stood panting heavily, with hands on his knees. By the time he had steadied his breath the rest of the regulars had made their way up to the mezzanine.

"I don't know, I think he's one of Fuji's friends," Eiji replied. Everyone but Tezuka turned to stare at the tensai quizzically.

Fuji just shrugged. "I don't know his name," Fuji explained, still smiling.

Now everyone turned to stare at the person in question. Ryoma just stood glaring at everyone and eyeing the red-head suspiciously, as if Eiji would jump on him at any given moment.

"Nya what's you're name?" Eiji shouted loudly.

Oishi stepped forward. "Eiji! Don't be rude," He scolded lightly, causing Eiji to quiet down.

Ryoma rolled his eyes at the two. Tezuka, who saw this, stepped forward.

"What were you doing watching our practice?" He asked bluntly.

Smirking, Ryoma just shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know it was illegal to watch a tennis practise," Ryoma shot back.

'Cocky' Tezuka thought with a frown. "What's your name?" He asked, voice calm.

Everyone watched silently as Tezuka confronted the boy. Everyone noticed how the boy's smirk just seemed to grow with every passing minute.

"Why do you want to know?" Ryoma shot back.

"For all we know you could be a spy sent from another school," Tezuka replied.

Everyone stood silently waiting to hear what the boy would say next.

Ryoma stood frozen in thought. Should he tell this boy his name? Or should he refuse again? Or maybe... Ryoma's phone suddenly sounded from inside his pocket. He took it out and looked at the screen. 'Che, what does Keigo want?' He thought irritably, pressing ignore and turning down the volume on his phone.

"Play a match against me," Ryoma demanded, shocking everyone. "If you win I'll tell you my name. If you lose you have to treat me to burgers."

Tezuka's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "No." He said firmly.

Ryoma shrugged. "Whatever, your loss."

"I'll play him, Tezuka-Buchou," Momoshiro spoke up, stepping forward.

Ryoma eyed the guy in front of him and Tezuka thought for a moment.

"Fine," Tezuka agreed.

Ryoma and Momo stepped on to the court and everyone else stood watching curiously from the sidelines.

"You sure about this Sempai?" Ryoma asked. "I didn't know you were so eager to spend all your money on some burgers for a freshman."

Momoshiro chuckled heartily. "You shouldn't be so cocky, you really shouldn't," Momo shot back, shaking his head. "Rough or smooth?"

"Smooth," Ryoma answered. Momo spun the racket, it landed on smooth.

"You're serve," Momoshiro got into position on the baseline and Ryoma got ready to serve.

Fuji watched curiously as the boy got ready to serve. The look on the boy's face told Fuji he was up to something. His suspicions were confirmed true when the boy served. Fuji's blue porcelain eyes opened in surprise.

"Tw-Twist Serve!" Eiji shouted.

Fuji smiled. 'What an interesting kid!' He thought joyfully

"Game and match, 6 games to 3,"

All the regulars were staring with wide, disbelieving eyes. The kid had just beat one their regulars in less then 15 minutes.

Momoshiro stood panting heavily, arms hanging by his side. Ryoma approached him. He was also sweating but not as much as Momoshiro.

"Mada mada dane Sempai," Ryoma shook Momo's hand.

"You should respect your sempai , you should," Muttered Momoshiro, but he was smiling nevertheless.

Ryoma headed off the court and towards his stuff. He looked down at his phone. 4 New Messages and 5 missed calls.

'Che Keigo is really persistent when he wants to be,' Ryoma opened his phone up and read the messages.

'Ryoma, where are you? Why aren't you answering my calls?'

'Pick up your phone!'

'Where the hell are you? Did you forget that Father is taking us out to some fancy New Years dinner party of his at 4?'

'Get your tennis obsessed ass home this instant! We're leaving soon! Hurry up!'

Ryoma froze, his eyes widening. He had completely forgot about the party tonight! "Shit! Keigo's going to kill me!' He quickly stuffed all his things in his bag and threw on his jacket.

"Hey, where are you going ochibi?" Shouted the red-head.

"Sorry, but I can't go get burgers tonight. Look's like you'll have to pay of your debt some other time Sempai," Ryoma explained. "Oh, and just so you can find me, My name's Echizen Ryoma."

The regulars all watched mystified as the kid rushed out of the gym.

"Saa, how interesting," Fuji murmured. He had been sure he had heard the kid say 'Keigo', as in Atobe Keigo.

Tezuka turned to Inui who was flipping through one of his notebooks. "What do you have on the kid?"

Inui finally stopped at one page. "Echizen Ryoma, also known as the Prince of Tennis or Samurai Jr. He is the son of legendary tennis player Samurai Nanjirou. He grew up in America and has won four consecutive titles in the American Junior Tennis tournaments – all in a little over a year. He earned the label 'prodigy' by the age of twelve. He has recently turned 15. His good looks and confidence make him highly popular with ladies, although he seems not to notice, having his focus exclusively on tennis," Inui stated.

"Wow, Ochibi is that famous?" Eiji breathed.

Fuji thought for a moment. 'That's it! Echizen Ryoma! I remember hearing that name on the news 4 weeks ago!'

"Inui, do you have any information on why he came to Japan?" Oishi asked. Inui nodded.

"It would seem that 4 weeks ago his parents died in a car-crash," Inui paused, not being able to read over the loud gasps of all the regulars except for Tezuka, who doesn't gasp, and Fuji, who already knew. "It seems he was then adopted into his childhood friend Atobe Keigo's family. He has been in Japan for 2 weeks. That's all I have."

Fuji's eyes opened in shock and recognition. The event had been all over the news 4 weeks ago. He had wondered what kind of kid had made The Atobe Keigo fly all the way to America just to convince his father to adopt the kid into their family.

"Okay everyone back to practise!" Tezuka turned to everyone. "Don't let your guard down!"

Ryoma and Atobe sat in the back of a limo, both dressed in highly expansive suits. Atobe glared at Ryoma who sat across from him.

"I hope you're happy to know that I had to cover for you when you were off wandering the city," Atobe grumbled.

"Wow, you have it so hard," Ryoma shot back. "And just so you know I wasn't 'wandering the city'. I was checking out Seishun Gakuen to see if I'd be interested in attending school there."

Atobe scrunched up his nose at the words Seishun Gakuen. "I still don't know why you insist on attending such plebian schools when you could just attend..."

Ryoma cut him off. "We've been over this a thousand times. I'm not going to Hyotei, so you might as well just get over it."

Atobe leant back against his seat. "So anything interesting happen at Seigaku?"

Ryoma shrugged, not really wanting to go into details on his visit to Seishun Gakuen. "Not really," Ryoma replied back.

The limo was then plunged into a comfortable silence.

'Tomorrow I'll go visit Rikkai,' Ryoma decided. His thoughts however were interrupted as they arrived at the party

A/N

So next chapter will be Rikkia and probably some more Seigaku, maybe though. I still havent completely decided. Also I'll be posting a pairings poll so please check it out :)

Oh and please review :)

Any ideas appreciated!