A/N: Chapter 8! Aw, everyone! We're almost done! Oh, and I think I'm going to do another multi-chapter fic after this one. If anyone read 'Born from Darkess' (before I deleted it) it's going to be similar to that except no saving Sakuno. I decided against it.
But, I'm getting off topic. Sorry if I confused anyone last chapter. I had to fit a lot of info into two chapters before I finished the story. Next chapter is a little surprise. We break from our normal story line and go into an interlude before the final chapter. It'll just explain some of the different things the silver haired trio can do in the past (just cause I want to have a little fun before things get serious again). Well, I hope you enjo this chapter!

Disclaimer: Don't own the Prince of Tennis. I just enjoy sand...and boxes.


"Niou-kun you really need to listen to me and there's a fourteen percent chance you won't hear me out but I'm going to explain it anyway-"

"The gypsy box is haunted."

"I think that the box is-What?"

"It's haunted, isn't it?"

Shocked that Niou knew something he had to work to collect, Yanagi had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Well, yes, that's what I was going to say but, how did you know?"

"Long story short, I've learned things in these dreams."

"Like what?"

"Yukimura would be hot as a woman."

Yanagi had to shake the mental images that were working their way through his mind. He couldn't think of his buchou, his friend, that way. Seiichi was a guy! I mean, after all those trips to the hot springs and those well built muscles that just begged to be touch and felt in the water. Those luscious lips that called to be tasted with his own-

"You are a sick person, Yanagi," breaking Yanagi from his daydream, Niou exited with a denying Renji behind him. They continued to argue as they made their way out of the house.

"I was not thinking about Seiichi!"

"Then what were you thinking about?"

"My extreme love of data."

"Bullshit, I could see it in your face. You were thinking about buchou in a sexual way," grinning as he locked the front door, Niou found Yanagi's weak spot about his daydream. "Besides, you were drooling."

"I don't drool."

"As much as ore-sama would like to hear about your nonexistent love life, ore-sama would suggest that you get in the car," drawing their attention from their argument, Atobe and Ohtori stood in front of a gleaming black limousine.

"Since when have you been friends with Hyoutei students?" Renji whispered in Niou's ear.

"Simple, because of the dreams," smirking, Niou continued down the path, "After this is all over I'll tell you about them. I'd sure you'd want to know for data purposes."


"Yagyuu-senpai, I don't want to do this anymore. I don't feel right spying on the other regulars. Plus, I have seen things about fukubuchou that I don't think I'll ever what to see again in my life! Did you know he has a shrine for Yukimura-buchou in the back of his closet? Even if they're fighting right now he still worships buchou. And buchou, his room is full of pictures of Sanada, some I'd like to forget about, but it seems like both of them miss each other. I don't get why they don't just get back together and we'd be a happy Rikkaidai family again," for the seventh time that day, Kirihara had gone into a ranting stage. First had been about the poor quality of the food, then about how Yagyuu's clothes had seemed to change to gold over night. It was annoying the Gentlemen almost to tears.

"Will you shut up?!" punching his curly haired kouhai, Kirihara landed with a hard 'thump' on the ground.

"Ya-yagyuu-senpai?" Kirihara asked.

"Your senpai isn't here anymore you idiotic brat! I've taken over his body! Your precious 'Yagyuu-senpai' doesn't exist anymore!" the voice of Yagyuu replied with a wicked tone to it.

"No, that can't be true. It can't be. YAGYUU-SENPAI!"

Slap


"This is Rikkaidai? Ore-sama was expecting something……much better when ore-sama pictured this school. But this is just sad, large ominous clouds hanging over the school, looking like it's going to rain any second, winds hurling large objects around. It just isn't what ore-sama pictured it to be."

"Atobe-buchou! It must be because of the gypsy! She must have some strange magical powers that will kill us if we get any closer!"

"Any idiot could have told you that," rolling his eyes, Yanagi started to make his way towards where the wind was coming from.

"Hey! Don't call Cho an idiot!" Niou shouted back at Yanagi but stopped himself there. He was starting to sound like Masaharu, those dreams were causing a change in his personality.

After slowly and carefully picking their way through the gusts of wind and random, flying objects, they found Yagyuu and the gypsy box, somehow transported from Niou's room, in the center of the Rikkaidai tennis courts. A smaller figure was tossed carelessly on the ground around the Gentleman.

"Akaya!" Yanagi shouted when he recognized the body.

"Hiroshi what are you thinking!" Niou also shouted at his doubles partner.

"What is with people thinking this 'Yagyuu' is still alive? The person you know as Yagyuu is dead! Too bad this poor boy got too involved. I had to knock him out so he wouldn't remember any of this. Poor thing," kicking Kirihara's body, a sadistic smile plastered itself on his face. "Oh, but you should blame this all on this adorable boy. Rather, Masaharu, you should blame it on your soul's existence. If your soul had died the night I came to kill you every thing would have been perfect in my life! I would have raised my son to be a gypsy's child and you wouldn't have existed! Don't you know what happens to soul's who are murdered? They're forced to live in limbo until they can solve their murder. You would have been there for all eternity if I had succeeded! But, no! I had to spend two hundred years in the depths of hell until I could finally break free and create a hold for myself in this world! With my powers I sent the fortune teller ("Gypsy box," Niou insisted) to the past so Keigo would find it and keep it safe for another two hundred years."

"But now, after four hundred years of waiting, I can finally complete my dream! Do you know what it is, future soul of Masaharu Braxton? It's a world without your soul in it! A world where there are no silver haired tricksters! A place where my darling Hiroshi can live in peace without an asshole like you!

"Ah, but you must be wondering how your past selves can see you, right? IDIOT! It's because you share the same soul! Even a child would understand that!"

"Well, technically, you could say Niou has the mind of child," Yanagi pointed out with Atobe and Ohtori agreeing behind him.

"Oh, I'll remember that latter," Niou threatened.

"Enough! We shall settle this in the past! I shall be seeing you three later," with a bright flash, Yagyuu and the box disappeared.

"The past, ah? Ore-sama guesses that means ore-sama can't watch Keigo and Sanada get-Friendly with each other," Atobe changed his sentence when he noticed the other three were staring at him as if he had three heads.

"I can't believe you think about my best friend like that! It's disgusting," glaring at Niou when he tried to hide that he said 'You-were-thinking-about-buchou-like-that', Yanagi asked what they were going to do.

"It's more of a 'we'," Ohtori motioned to the three silver haired boys. "Sorry, Yanagi-san."

"Ore-sama has a feeling this will be the final dream. Ne, Niou."

"I'm not going to say 'usu' like that statue you have."

"Kabaji is not a statue!"

"Well he looks like one to me."

"No one cares what you think!"

"Good luck," Yanagi whispered as the three collapsed, entering the past. "You'll all need it."