Author's Note: Hello everyone! I just wanted to make sure everyone reading knows a couple of things first since I'm not sure if these showed up when I first uploaded the chapters.
Ryoma's Age- Ryoma is currently 4-6; I'm not sure since I think I made him sound a lot older. It'll straighten up when he gets older
The Character Descriptions- Like I saidit'll straighten up, right now I'm trying to build up to the point where they get into that situation
"TWIN Unit"- Will be revealed in later chapters
"Are you going to go through Ryoma's entire life story?"- No. Yes. Depends. Maybe.
Full Summery?- It's overdue, but here it is-
AU What if Ryoma actually came from one of the largest and most influential families in Japan? And he is a triplet, has been to medical school and law school, is the medical examiner of the most experienced class in Dan Detective School, the most prestigious detective school in the world, and has never touched a racket a day in his life? And lets not forget he suddenly transferred to Seigaku Middle School. How will the regulars react? Crossover between Loveless, Fruits Basket, and others although you don't need to read them to understand. (I'll be explaining. Don't worry I won't be giving any spoilers.)
6. Mary- Sues? I know that Ryoma may look like a Mary-Sue but I'm trying to make him have some flaws. Warning- Ryoma will definitely be somewhat OOC. My excuse: that's the way he was raised. Any suggestions to help will be appreciated.
DISCLAIMER- I'm not sure if this showed up. Quote I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS OR ANY HINTS OF ANY ANIME/MANGAS SHOWN AND IF YOU THOUGHT I DID YOU HAVE MENTAL PROBLEMS!!!
Now, on with the fanfic!
Chapter 2: Matador
Part I- Tamed
A while after the incident with Ryoga, Rizaya started being unconsciously more prone to violence and yelling. The rest of the household dismissed it as a phase because he missed his brother that badly (yeah, right), but Ryoma knew better even though he didn't voice his opinions. The transition between "Rizaya" to "Nii- san" also confused a lot of people, which didn't help Rizaya's mood at all.
"How stupid can you people get!?" Rizaya screamed once again making the poor butler shudder, "I asked for vanilla not chocolate, that's something Kitten-san, would order!" Rizaya lifted his hand to slap the man, but Ryoma held him back.
"That's enough, Nii-san!" he pleaded, "He just made a small mistake, I'll have it" Rizaya's muscles relaxed and his breath became even again. Ryoma motioned for the butler to get out as fast as possible before he had his cheek bones crushed and the butler kindly exited as quickly as his legs could carry him.
There was a long pause with complete silence, where Ryoma slowly let his brother's hand out of his grasp and looked at him expectantly. The silence ended with a crack as Rizaya's hand touched Ryoma's face leaving a bright red mark and tender skin. "Do you like me hitting you that much, Kitten-san?" Rizaya smirked maliciously. If you like the pain that much, you could just ask."
"But the way you treated that butler wasn't fair."
His opinion was rewarded again, with another slap. "Life's not fair. Deal with it." Rizaya turned away from his brother and started to leave the room. Before he shut the door, he ordered Ryoma, "Don't do that again, for your own sake. I'll break your arm."
Part II- Separation
"Um…Nii-san," Ryoma asked cautiously.
"What?"
"Don't you feel like something strange is going to happen?"
Rizaya smiled very Fuji-like, "Sa… maybe."
TWO WEEKS LATER…
"Yes, Mrs. Echizen. It would be a great opportunity to strengthen each of your son's special talents. Our school provides the best resources and has the highest educational standards; we promise you he won't be bored."
"I see, tell me, what kind of facilities does your school provide?"
"The best! We have small classes, exceptional living arrangements, with a scenic view, fresh air, anything a gifted child could possibly want."
Maybe… I'll consider it."
"If you have any questions, Mrs. Echizen, you have my number. Thank you for your time."
The forty year old man departed and Rinko's mind was made up.
ONE WEEK LATER
"Rizaya-chan, Ryoma-chan! Please come over here for a minute!" Rinko called.
The brothers rushed over right away. "What is it, Mom?" Rizaya asked.
"Your father and I, we, decided to enroll you in different boarding schools."
Ryoma opened his mouth to protest, but was once again silenced. (a.n. This is getting annoying T.T) "What do you mean?" Rizaya asked again.
"Martin Serscil, the headmaster of Serscil Academy wants to enroll Ryoma in their school. It's a good opportunity for you to learn to be independent and to socialize, too." Rinko looked hopefully at Ryoma. "You're already a great reader and you can add and subtract double digits. Having tutors or private school would be a waste." Ryoma remained silent.
"That's great Mom, he'll go," Rizaya answered, "Now what about me?"
"You'll be going to CLAMP School with Kazumi, they have an excellent kendo program, you'll be right at home."
"But, that would mean we'd be separated!" Ryoma blurted. Rizaya glared and squeezed Ryoma's hand with his fingernails tightly as a reminder.
"Daijobu, Kitten-san," Rizaya said, "It's fine."
"Ryoma-chan, you need to learn to be more independent and not depend on your brother all the time. You are your own person, you know." Rinko smiled one of those fake "motherly" smiles that let you know there's no way of getting out and you'll have to deal with it. Damn, damn, damn.
"It won't be forever, either. For summer vacation you will be coming back to Japan for some, er, volunteering for, umm, a family friend for a couple of weeks. And when you turn eight, you'll be going to a … special school until you turn twelve." Rinko smiled again. Ryoma looked confused. Rizaya looked suspicious.
THREE DAYS LATER
Ryoma hugged his brother tightly before he boarded the plane.
"I'll miss you, Ni-san."
"You'll be fine, Kitten-san. Just remember to call everyday."
"I will." Ryoma's eyes started to water as the brothers parted.
Well? What d'you think? Good? Bad? Cheesy? Made you throw up on the computer screen? Tell me!