Chapter Nine

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

Fuji just sat in his chair in the library for a while after Sakuya' abrupt departure. He was in shock at what Sakuya had just said. Her own parents… had raped her? What kind of beasts had they been? Who could do this to their own child? And further more (Fuji fell thoughtful at this point), when he had met her mother at her house, while seemingly strict, Sakuya's mother did not seem the type to rape her own child.

Knowing that it was meaningless to stay because Sakuya had left and it was nearing dinnertime, Fuji got up and left the library as well.

Sakuya forced herself to walk calmly to her bedroom, but once she was inside, she slammed the door shut, locked it, and leaning against it, panted heavily with exertion. What had she done? She had just revealed a secret that she had thought that she had locked up in the darkest depths of her heart. Apparently, she had not done it as well as she had thought she had.

Plus, Fuji even knew that she had Multiple Personality Syndrome. That was another deep secret that Sakuya kept even from her own "parents."

Sakuya felt herself frown as she thought of her parents. Rich they were and while they provided her with a luxurious lifestyle, she knew that they didn't give a rat's ass about her as Sakuya. They just cared for her because they wanted a heir. And she had been the first child at the orphanage they saw, so they just took her. Back then, Sakuya had been so glad she felt like crying, but the first time she had tried to hug her new mother, she had merely pushed her away.

Calm now, Sakuya went to her desk and started writing her essay on Fuji's family's past and her discoveries on his culture.

The next day…

Fuji stood in front Sakuya's house the next day. He needed to know more about Sakuya's past, as she had already piqued his interest.

He rang the doorbell loudly. It opened quickly and a maid stood there.

"Konichiwa. How may I help you?" the maid said politely.

"Konichiwa. May I see Sakuya?" Fuji requested.

"She is not home currently, but will be soon. Why not come inside to wait?" the maid suggested when she saw Fuji's heavy tennis equipment.

"Ah, thank you," Fuji said as he stepped into the house, closing the door behind her. He was in what appeared to be a very fancy sitting room. Large comfy couches of red stood at the side and the maid led Fuji to one of them.

"Please make yourself comfortable while you wait," the maid said and she bowed deeply to Fuji.

"Arigatou," Fuji thanked as he sat down, setting down his equipment gently on the polished floor.

The maid bowed again as she left. Fuji readied himself for a waiting.

However, something caught his interest. Or rather, something he heard.

A couple of maids in a corner were talking in what they apparently considered hushed tones, but Fuji heard them perfectly.

"Did you hear? I heard Sakuya-sama was raped and abused as a child. And you know, she really isn't the Lord and Lady's daughter. They only adopted her after her own parents died in a car crash. And I heard that Sakuya-sama developed something called MPS from her early childhood."

Fuji froze. So Sakuya really had Multiple Personality Syndrome. And she was adopted?

"Fuji-san? Why are you here?" Sakuya's voice from the door shook Fuji out of his thoughts. Looking at her, he saw she was in a designer female suit with skirt. She looked the picture of cool elegance, her hair swept up in a graceful twist at her crown.

"Sakuya-san, our project is to find out more about our past, right?" When Sakuya nodded, Fuji continued. "So, please, be truthful about yours. I know you weren't born into this family.

Fuji saw Sakuya tense. Noticing the curious maids, she waved a hand and dismissed them, sending them scurrying away.

Once their footsteps had died away, Sakuya turned to look at Fuji, obviously trying to stay calm.

"Keep out of my business. This is my family now," Sakuya said after a while.

Fuji frowned. " Don't lie to me," he said to Sakuya.

Sakuya frowned. She was proving harder to crack than he had thought originally. "Your still lying, Sakuya."

Sakuya gave a sigh of frustration. She then decided to turn her back on Fuji and walked toward the stairs to her room. She said on the way though, "If you want to know so much about me, then ask this person." She threw a card that she had procured out of seemingly nowhere.

On it was a name. And Fuji's eyes widened when he read it. It was the same name as the murderer in town.

Shitowa Lansley.