Title: Broken dreams

By: Namikaze Naruto, Tenma no ouji

(Revised and rewritten)

"He would never be able to play tennis again."

The silence in the Rikkai bus were deafening, each member were silent, lost within their own thoughts. The last words Seigaku spoke to them before departing, leaving their coach to lock the clubroom doors. Those words were heavy and they didn't know how to react to such words.

Shaking his head, Yukimura closed his eyes. In a way, he could relate to the younger boy in the respect of being told they'd never be able to play the sport that they both loved. The doctors said Echizen had a good chance of never being able to walk again, and Yukimura couldn't think of anything worse then that, but the doctors didn't know the boy, Echizen Ryoma had Seigaku, and a will of fire that burned brightly. He'll overcome any obstacle that stood in front of him. He had no doubt the prince of tennis will raise up again, especially if he had the support of those around him.

A muffled sob pulled the captain from his thoughts, and he turned his attention towards the sound, and his eyes softened. Kirihara Akaya was nicknames a devil by many because of his aggressive tennis style, but it was far from the truth. Kirihara was really childish and innocent in some things, and was quite empathetic to those close to him, and Echizen Ryoma was one such person. "Are you alright, Akaya?"

The younger boy nodded, his face buried within his arms, hiding the tears, "I'm fine, Mura-buchou." came the muffled reply, but the team knew better. They knew he wasn't fine, though they respected his decision and didn't wish to pry, "Mura-buchou..."

"Yes, what is it, Akaya?"

Kirihara lifted his head, green eyes staring into indigo ones, "Can..." he trailed off a bit, chewing on his lower lip, "Can we visit Echizen-kun in the hospital tomorrow? I want to see him?" he whispered.

The regulars rose their heads at the question and stared at their captain. They too wanted to know if it would be alright. Yukimura blinked his his eyes before he nodded, "That sounds like a good idea." smiling softly at the teams brat, he gave a small nod, "We can visit him tomorrow, after practice." The team sighed and leaned back into their seats. They couldn't wait for tomorrow.

With

Hyotei

"He would never be able to play tennis again."

It had to be some type of joke, there was just no way that brat could possibly be... Atobe couldn't finish those thoughts; it was just too impossible for something like that to happen, especially to someone he knew. 'Never play tennis again.' something like that was just not possible to think about, you think Echizen Ryoma and you automatically think of tennis. The car could have killed Ryoma and that would've been allot more merciful than this. Around the Hyotei bus several soft sniffles were heard, generally from Gakuto, Ohtori and Jirou's directions.

"Keigo?"

Atobe glanced at his blue haired friend, "Yes. What is it Yuushi, ahn?"

Oshitari cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. "We should go to the hospital and visit him. We may be rivals on the court but off of it, we are all friends and I know even you care for the brat, Keigo."

Atobe closed his eyes, "Ore-sama thinks that is a good idea."

After that was said the bus fell into silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

With the

Echizen couple

Nanjiroh glared at the doctor, "What was that, huh?" he motioned towards the charts held in the man's hand, "You said Ryoma's throat was hurt, that you didn't think he'd ever be able to talk again, but as you just bore witness to, he could use his vocal chords just fine." the ex pro hissed.

The doctor sighed, "I don't what I can say to you, Echizen-san." closing her eyes the doctor shook her head, "When he was in surgery, his throat and his legs had been two of the main problem, but it is possible that we might have made some type of mistake, or overlooked something," Kisa placed the chart on the table, opening her eyes she stared at the couple before her, mouth opening to say something else, she was interrupted.

Rinko stared at the woman, "A mistake. This is my son's life your talking about. Your not suppose to be making mistakes like that, not like that." she took a shuddering breath of air, "How could you tell someone there son might become mute by an accident, when it isn't even true." brown eyes filled with tears, "What about his legs?" she demanded, "Are those mistakes on your part as well?" she crossed her arms, brown eyes narrowed, "Should we not be surprise when he starts walking again?"

Kisa folded her arms across the table, "No, I'm positive we were right about his legs. All the test are negative for movements. He'll never be able to move them, lease of all to walk." glancing at the folder, she sighed, "I'm sorry about the earlier mistake, but I don't want you getting your hopes up about his legs as well."

Nanjiroh glared, "We'll see about that, you were incompetent enough to mess up the first test, and there's a chance this one was just as wrong." with that said he stood from his seat, "Come on Rinko." With a nod of her head, Rinko swept her hands across the table before folding them behind her back as she stood to follow her husband, as she turned, she made sure her arms were placed in front of her.

Glancing at the doctor, Rinko frowned, "I'm calling a family doctor in Germany, when he get's here, I'm removing my son from your care. I'll wait to pass judgement upon my sons legs until he can verify what you claim." with that said Rinko left the room.

With the

Seigaku regulars

Nothing made sense anymore. The doctors said he'd be bedridden for the rest of his life, never to walk again and that included never playing tennis and never being able to dance again. The though of losing two of his life's passion hurt him. Turning his head, he glanced at the window while the rest of the Seigaku team sat around him.

Eiji walked over holding a bento, "Ochibi, eat please." the redhead pleaded placing the dish in front of the younger male. "You have to eat something." Turning his head, Ryoma stared blankly at the tray of food offered to him before turning his head away.

"Ryoma" Fuji walked over and kneeled in front of the younger boy "Please talk to us. Tell us how you're feeling. Cry, scream, please do something, but don't ignore us, we want to help you but we won't be able to unless you tell us what's going on or how you're feeling."

Ryoma turned to glance at the older tensai, "Do you think those doctors are right? Will I really never be able to walk again. I don't want to be bedridden for the rest of my life." the boy lowered his head, tears filling his eyes, "And if by some miracle I do learn to walk again, I'll never be as good as I was."

Eiji and Fuji wrapped their arms around the younger male, "No you won't be the same as before." whispered Fuji, "You'll be better then you ever was. This is just another hurdle in your path to greatness Ryoma and once you make this jump, the world will know what we've always known." Fuji lowered his head, lips grazing the boys ears, "They'll know how amazing you are." Ryoma returned the hug, eyes darting towards the dresser.

"I never told you the reason for my returning early, did I? You knew about my wishing to see you guys but what you didn't know and what my parents didn't say." pulling away from the tensai and the acrobat, Ryoma glanced at the rest of his friends, "I did have another reason, and that was because I wanted to share a part of me you didn't know existed." opening the dresser drawer, Ryoma pulled out a olive green file folder. "Growing up I had many talents that I explored. Dancing, singing and tennis. I made a career out of all three." Ryoma glanced at his friends, "Anyways I went to America to visit with my manager, he said I had performances booked solid for the next six months that I couldn't cancel."

The group stared at Ryoma in shock. They never expected this.

"Last month was the last and I spoke to my manager about some new songs I wanted him to look over, these were going to be my debut in Japan, so the lyrics are in Japanese. He looked through them and thought they were good." Ryoma shrugged, "He asked what inspired the lyrics and I told him, my friends in Japan did and how I wanted to perform these with you guys." The group gaped at the news and Ryoma smirked, "He had no problems with them since I was the singer, song writer and the choreographer, I told him I'd direct you guys; show you the dance moves and see if you had any talent in singing." Ryoma smirked. "I wanted this to be a group type thing you know, as opposed to just being a tennis team."

Fuji giggled, "That sounds like fun," he replied placing a hand under his chin, while Eiji bounced around, agreeing with what Fuji had said. "And dances? You dance as well?" Instead of answering the question, Ryoma pointed to the box near the television and the group turned to look at what he was pointing at. "What are those? Movies?" Ryoma shook his head.

"Tapes of your dances?" Questioned Tezuka, glancing from the box then towards the younger boy on the bed, to which Ryoma gave a nod of his head.

Fuji smiled, "Many talents our baby has." he eyed the folder in the boys hand, "What is in the folder, Ryo-chan? Are they perhaps the songs you've written for us?" at the question, Ryoma gave a nod of his head in affirmative. "Hm, what sort of songs did you write for us?"

Ryoma ducked his head a bit, "Well the songs are just things I've written while observing your interactions with each other." he opened the folder and pulled out a vanilla colored folder and opened it revealing a stack of papers. "Some of these are finished, some are in the process."

"Like what sort of things?" Oishi asked.

The prince of tennis grabbed a sheet of paper randomly and glanced at it, "Just things." he repeated, "For instance," he held up the paper, "this is dedicated to Eiji-senpai and Oishi-senpai." he handed it towards the blushing vice captain before picking up another one, "And this one is for the friendly rivalry between Eiji-senpai and Fuji-senpai." two papers were taken from the pile, "There's one for Momo and Kaidoh." sorting through the papers he picked up three more, "This one is about Taka-senpai when he's in burning mode, Inui-senpai and his data, and buchou's Yudan sezu ni ikou." Ryoma smiled at the laughter that came forth at the last thing he said, while Tezuka's lips twitched as he glanced at the paper that was handed to him, "There's also some other pieces about the team in general."

Fuji, who was looking through the lyrics smiled, "This is nice, Ryo-chan and it really does sound like Eijiko and I." glancing towards the boy, he smile widened, "I wouldn't mind hearing you sing them." blue eyes glittered a bit at the prospect, and Eiji bobbed his head up and down.

"Sing ochibi-chan!" the redhead chanted, "I want to hear you."

Ryoma stared at the redhead and the brunet for a while before glancing at the others who were looking just as excited as the two, some were hiding the fact well though.
Not wanting to disappoint them, Ryoma shrugged and flipped through the papers trying to find a good one.

Those of you who know Tenimyu, and it's songs: What's your favorite cast? Songs?

I have too much favorite songs, most of them from my favorite cast, the first, though I have some from the third (and second).

Tenma