Okay so here's the next chapter. Sorry this chapter is kind of wonky and boring. But I'm already working on the next chapter and I promise it's so much better than this chapter.
Another thing why do I always seem to publish my chapters at 2 or 3 am? Wierd O_o
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS. (Wish I did...but not I DON'T)
So enjoy this chapter...Sorry if it kinda sucks...
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Forgotten Souls
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Chapter 2
Memories of Long Ago
The clouds blocked out the sun casting everything in shadows. It was a cool afternoon in the quiet neighborhood of Japan. A small black and yellow cab pulled up in front of a large temple. The name "Echizen" stood out clearly on the temple gates. Two people stepped out of the cab and headed towards the temple.
One was a woman. She had medium length Auburn hair and eyes. Her name was Rinko Echizen. Rinko was in her middle 30s, but still looked quite young for her age.
The second figure was a small boy. The boy had emerald-green hair and big golden eyes. His name was Ryoma Echizen and if you haven't guessed he was Rinko's son. Ryoma was 12 and would be starting his freshman year of middle school here in Japan.
The two of them headed inside the temple. The women looked dissatisfied with the layers of dust covering the furniture. But the young boy could only look around in amazement. The place was HUGE.
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(RYOMA'S POV)
Ryoma could only stare in surprise. The house was HUGE. He had not expected his father's old house to be this big. It was probably as big as his old house in America if not even bigger!
"Hurry up and bring my luggage upstairs...ungrateful brat!" Rinko snapped before rushing off to make some business calls. That meant that he wouldn't be bothered with for another hour or so. Over the years Rinko had taken to ignoring him. He didn't care though, he had learned it was better that way.
As he started up the stairs he couldn't help but notice all the similarities this house and his old house shared. He also noticed how much alike this house and his old house in America looked. As Ryoma continued up the stairs he couldn't stop the memories that flooded over him. Some good, some bad, but one stood out from all the others.
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(Flash Back)
It was the night before Christmas eve. Everything was beautifully peaceful. Snow covered the lawns of the small town homes. All of whom were decorate in Christmas lights of all colors. Some lawns even had the occasional wooden Santa and his reindeer. Frost covered the windows of the houses, which if you looked closer could see Christmas trees of all sizes decorated for the upcoming holiday. Dark grey clouds littered the sky. It was going to snow.
A young boy about the age of 5, came running down one of the snow-covered sidewalk's just as the first few snowflakes began to fall. The young boy had dark emerald-green hair and big, soft, dark brown eyes. He wore a bright white fur coat with dark black mittens and took. He also had on a set of two bright red snow boats with black fur lining and white laces.
The emerald haired boy walked up the sidewalk to a big white house surrounded by trees. Quickly walking up the frost covered steps to the front door of the house he silently opened it and stepped inside.
The sight the greeted him was a very festive one. Bright red, green, white, gold and silver decorated the entire Entrance Hallway and Porch. Wreaths hung on the walls with tinsel, little figurines, festive pictures and other decorates. The living also had similar decorations. The only major differences were the GIGANTIC Christmas tree that stood in the corner of the room. The tree was decorated in red and gold, with little statue's and gold and silver Christmas balls and tinsel. Also, on the big brick fireplace two stockings were hung.
Once inside the house he quickly called out. "Okaa-San! Otou-San! Onii-Chan! I'm home!" The young boy called. But all the greeted him was silence. He smiled. 'Okaa-San and Oyaji are probably out shopping for Christmas gifts!' He thought to himself, and quickly climbed the steps to the second floor of the big, white house.
The stairs opened up to a long hallway. On each side of the hallway there were four doors. He walked to the farthest door on the right hand side. On the door hung a big black sign with words
"Ryoga's Room. DO NOT ENTER"
and slowly opened it. Just in case the occupant of the room was sleeping. "Onii-chan? You awake?" He asked. "Hmmmm...I am now," A slightly muffled voice answered from the other side of the room. "How was school Ryoma?" The person -Ryoga- asked.
"Okay..." Ryoma mumbled. Today had been his last day of school until after Christmas break. His older brother had stayed home due to his sudden fever. "How are you feeling Nii-San?" "Fine," was the answer he got.
Seeing his brothers disheartened face he added. "I'm actually feeling a lot better...no thanks to mom's special 'Remedial Soup'," Ryoga chucked attempting a joke. He smiled when he manged to make Ryoma laugh, but he suddenly frowned when his younger brother asked where their parents gone. "Oh you know, they probably went out to buy the gifts, if they bought them before now, no doubt you would have already found them!" He attempted to laugh, but it came out forced sounding.
Ryoma looked down. It was obvious what his brother was thinking. 'They're probably fighting again,' Ryoma thought sadly. Suddenly tears threatened to spill down from his already sparkly eyes.
"Oi, don't cry Chibisuke!" Ryoga shouted sitting up and pulling his brother onto his lap, hugging him as tears poured down his face. Ryoma sniffled, but wiped away the tears. Ryoga looked like an older, but Less cute version of Ryoma. He had the same dark emerald hair and dark brown eyes.
"Nii-San...am I the reason Okaa-San and Otou-San are always mad at each other and are always fighting at night?" He asked sniffing slightly again. Tears threatened to spill again, but Ryoga only hugged him tighter.
"Course not Chibisuke! They just have some...some," He sighed. It was hard to explain such delicate and intricate matters to 5-year-old. "Problems to sort out," He finally managed. Ryoma's big brown eyes widened. "You know how adults can be...It's their way of explaining things to each other and deciding the best thing to do at the moment," Ryoga continued. "But remember this! It is in no way YOUR fault," He then placed a gentle kiss on Ryoma's soft forehead.
Ryoma nodded and a smile tugged his lips. "I wonder what I'll get for my birthday and Christmas!" He exclaimed cheerfully. Ryoga laughed. One minute his younger brother was crying his eyes out the next he was talking about what he'd get for his birthday and Christmas.
"Oh I'm sure you will get tons of presents! Dad will probably get you a tennis racket though," Ryoga chuckled seeing his brothers face light up. Their father had given Ryoga his first tennis racket when he turned five and Ryoma had been waiting for a while now for his father to teach him.
"Really?" Ryoma asked now jumping up and down excitedly.
"Really," Ryoga replied and together they laughed and smiled.
(End Flashback)
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Ryoma smiled sadly. He missed his brother. He missed Ryoga more than anything else in his life. His older brother had been his light, his faith, his reason to continue living. But his brother had been taken away from him. Just like everything else he had ever loved.
Finally Ryoma reached the top of the stairs. They opened up into a long hallway. On either side of the hallway stood two doors. Closest to the back on the right side of the hallway there was a door labeled "Office,". The door beside the office was labeled "Rinko's room." The door at the far end on the left side of the hallway was labeled "Ryoma's Room," and the room beside his own was labeled "Bathroom."
Ryoma quickly put his mothers luggage neatly in her room. After making sure that his mother's luggage was secure he headed down the hallway to his own bedroom. Once inside the rooom he got his first chance to look around.
In the room sat a simple bed with blue and white blankets. Beside the bed was a small brown desk. On the desk sat two pictures. The first picture was a photo of his brother and him sitting under an orange tree.
The second picture was a photo of his father, him and his mother. It was a picture of them all standing on a tennis court. Ryoma's mother was holding a baby Ryoma as his father put his arm around his mother.
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(Flashback)
"Honey! Why must we take our first family photo on a tennis court?" Rinko asked exasperated by her husband's behavior.
"Because tennis is a very important part of this family," Nanjirou stated calmly. In his hands he held a newborn baby Ryoma who was giggling and sucking on his thumb as he stared up at his father. "After all, without tennis I would never have met you and we would never have been able to start a family."
Rinko nodded. "Your right dear," She murmured. Rinko grabbed the baby form of Ryoma and held him close. She felt her husband wrap an arm around her but sholders but only smiled warmly.
"Say CHEESE!"
(End Flashback)
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Ryoma set his suitcase down on his bed. He dug threw it until he pulled out a pair of leisurely sweats and a baggy t-shirt. After Ryoma changed he decided to have a cat nap. Speaking of cats he would have to head down to the pet -shop tomorrow to pick Karupin up. She must be lonely.
Ryoma settled down on top of his bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.
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