A/N: Chapter seven! And this one comes with a warning. But it's nothing to worry about unless you liked the character.

Warning!: Jackal bashing. I bet no one's thought of that before.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Prince of Tennis. Takeshi Konomi does. Just enjoying the sand.


"Niou! We have to talk!"

"Oh, hey, Yanagi. Listen, I have to go. I've got stuff to do at home so maybe we can talk some other time?"

"Niou, you don't understand! It's about that box you found a week ago. I think that thing's possessed and I know this sounds completely crazy right now but you have to believe me!"

"What are you talking about? Nothing's wrong with the gypsy box."

"But I know something's wrong! The gypsy was missing a bracelet! You have to listen to me!"

"Calm down, Yanagi. You're not acting like yourself. I'll talk to you tomorrow when you've calmed down."

Leaving a shocked Yanagi in the hallway of the school, Niou made his way home as quickly as he could.

'Sorry, Yanagi. This is something I have to do on my own.'


"Okay, so this 'brattling' person is your version of Akaya, right?" Masaharu checked. "And every time someone from your world is added to the picture, you get a new card from the fortune teller describing what they do here."

"Pretty much. I just received my friend Jackal's card before I arrived here. Says he's the head chef here," handing over the card, Masaharu looked over the information. "His name is Jackal Thompson, chef for your family, and lives in Newport, Rhode Island 1848."

"Oh, you mean Jackass."

"What?"

"Jackass. That's what a lot of people cal him here. It's because he takes his job too seriously that he's turned into one," Masaharu explained, handing back Jackal's card.

"That's a tad surprising. Back home Jackal's one of the nicest people I know and everyone calls him 'the Wall' just cause his defense in tennis is so tight," Niou explained his own version of Jackal to his other self.

"….What's tennis?"

"Oh my God! How can you not know tennis?!"


"I wonder what's going on in there," the two silver haired boys had learned pressing their ear up onto the wall didn't seem to work neither did listening at the space under the door. Not a single sound was coming from Masaharu's room.

"Maybe you should just knock? It would be more considerate then eavesdropping," second silver boy seemed anxious even though no one was in the hallway to see them. Him.

"Maybe you're right. I'm always allowed in Haru's room. Why should this time be any different? Besides, I have you," grinning, the more elaborately dressed silver boy stood and barged into his brother's room.


"And then you serve the ball into this box for the other person to return," Niou was in the middle of his explanation of the basics of tennis when Choutarou Braxton and another familiar face barged into the room.

"Haru, I want to know why someone that looks like you is with you!" crossing his arms over his chest, Choutarou tried to give an angry glare but failed.

"Sorry for interrupting your conversation Niou-san," Ohtori poked his head out from behind Choutarou.

"Ah, you're that guy from Hyoutei, the one that pairs up with Shishi."

"I don't think Shishido-san would like you to call him that."

"Haru, what's a 'shishi'?" looking over at his brother, Masaharu shrugged.

"It must be a future thing," Masaharu guessed, nudging his brother's arm, he pointed to the door. "Let's let them talk for a little bit. We can go annoy Jackass- I mean Jackal." Nodding, the two brothers left so the other two silver haired ones could talk.

"Ohtori, that's your name, what are you doing here?" Niou asked, taking a seat on the floor.

"I'm not sure. I've just sort of been having these dreams for this past week. Atobe-buchou and I have talked it over and we sort of have a theory of why we're here and why only these brothers can see us," Ohtori looked over at Niou and the Trickster was telling him to continue. "You now know the history of the fortune teller you've found. Yeah, we found out you had it through process of elimination since neither of us had it. Keigo told Atobe-buchou and Atobe-buchou told me. Through our own conversations after practice, we think we've found out the whys." Taking a large breath, Ohtori continued. "We think we've been brought here to stop something from happening. A murder, a kidnapping, a something! We don't know what it is but we know we have to stop it. The reason the brothers can see us, of course since we're the future of their souls they can see us but we came up with something else." Looking nervous, he still continued. "We dug through records that Atobe had his servants find. When our search led us to the 1820's it began to get interesting. Apparently, on Choutarou's birth, a gypsy came to the Braxton mansion, asking if she could see the new master. Shocked, because no one had known about his birth yet, they allowed her to come onto the estate to see the son. In the nursery, Masaharu and Choutarou were sound asleep; Lady Braxton was holding her new born child as she also slept on. Out of the blue, the gypsy pulled a knife from her clothing and attempted to stab Masaharu. Later, in questioning, she was asked why she went through the effort to stab him. She replied that his soul would befriend her son's soul in the future. She didn't want to pair of them to become friends because of what the young master was to become in the future, a trickster. When she was sentenced to be killed, she pleaded the Braxton family to take her son and raise him to be one of their staff. They reluctantly agreed and she died happily knowing her son was in good hands. Because even though she did not want her son around Masaharu, she knew the Braxton's were a wealthy family and would always honor a request to the end."

"Who was her son?" breaking Ohtori's tale for a moment, the Trickster asked his question.

"Hiroshi Johns," Ohtori answered after he acknowledged Niou's serious face," Hiroshi Johns was the gypsy's son. Atobe-buchou and I thought he was the cause of all this but, after hearing things through the grapevine, we heard a rumor from Yanagi to Inui at Seigaku. Apparently the fortune teller, that had ten golden bracelets, is missing one. Yanagi thinks that something moved the bracelet through the glass. That's why we think that the gypsy's soul didn't pass on and she still wants her revenge."

"Then we're going to have to get back to get back to our time to find that missing bracelet," looking over at Ohtori, Niou remembered something. "Hey, where's Atobe now?"

"Probably watching Keigo and Genichirou get it on."

"Pervert."

"Believe me, you don't know half the things buchou's said that he wants to do to your fukubuchou."

"God, now you're going to make me have mental images about Sanada-fukubuchou."

"Sorry!"

Starting to feel sleep overcome him, Niou willingly accepted it and woke to find Yanagi standing over him.

"Niou? Are you okay?" before Yanagi could get any other words out Niou was speaking.

"That bastard didn't tell me how they could see us."