It has been nearly a year since the third year regulars left the team….. They haven't met since graduation. But they still think of each other. Especially the golden pair…... its my first story! please review it! thanks!

There's a flu of some sort going around Hyotei, and how do the Regulars deal with it, the same way anyone else would, well sort of. Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis or any of it's characters

His eyelashes form triangles. Black little triangles I could pull apart with my pinkie finger if he would sit still long enough. Complex thrill pair. Short one-shot.

Gakuto piensa que Keigo usa gloss de fresa para labios, Jiroh mientras come una paleta de fresa roja muy roja le dice que Atobe usa crema de menta para labios pero¡no usa gloss!, ¿Cómo es que Jiroh y su paleta saben eso? *Sleepless Pair*

Ryoma demonstrates exactly how asking a girl out can go horribly wrong.

Nunca esperó cruzarse con ambos en la biblioteca.

The Seigaku regulars are stuck at Fuji's house during a storm when a dvd drops down out of thin air! They decide to watch it and find out its a concert about them! What will they think about this? And what changes in relationships will occur? SLASH!

What happens when Momo gets detention which leaves Ryoma and Eiji hanging out after school? Then a series of event has Eiji and Ryoma tied back to back in a not so abandoned warehouse. Now the regulars must save them, but what will be the cost?

stories about legs, neck, lips...etc. suggestive theme; if you dont like fetishes please don't read. SanadaXYukimura, TezukaXFuji, kABAJIxaTOBE, RenjiXAkaya. New couples every chapt. i think.

Oneshot. Shishido thanks his doubles partner in the only way he can. Silver Pair.

Sakuno wanted to know her fortune, so she went to a fortuneteller's hut. Over there, she was granted with every possible pairing... or... almost? /Various Sakuno Pairings/

*ON HOLD FOR NOW* DISCLAIMER: I don't own PoT in anyway, shape, or form! Mulitple Pairings

Why did everything seem so dull with you? It's as if you don't want some fun. But when you play tennis, everything changes. I can see the passion and your usual seroius face is somewhat different. And What's this weird feeling? oneshot, One-sided TezukaOC

Ootori esta enamorado de Ryou, pero nunca se hubiera animado a decirselo sino fuera x la providencial locura de Atobe, q hizo q su senpai tuviera q protegerlo. De a partir de ese momento, la Silver Pair vivira lo q parece un cuento de hadas...

Sakuno mumured" Tomoka are you sure this is the right thing to do" "Sure it is" replied Tomoka. Sakuno looked doubtful and stroke Karupin's fur rewarding her a pur. I hope Ryoma doesn't hate me wished Sakuno as she crept out of the old-fashioned house

Series of disjointed oneshots where everyones favourite fukou-buchou goes from ultimate seme...to ultimate uke. Will take requests for pairings

OR: How to write a Fuji fanfiction.

Patinar no era tan fácil como parecía, pero lo intentaría una vez más. — Tooyama Kintarou/Ryuuzaki Sakuno.

Terminado. Un Pleito entre Tezuka y Fuji tiene muy preocupado a cierto novato. ¿Que habra pasado entre ellos para que Tezuka haya terminado sentado en el suelo y Fuji jugando bajo la lluvia en las canchas callejeras? Yaoi.

REWRITTEN! Previously Grace of Stealth - Killing Me Softly. Play me gently on your tender upper lips; feed me with the poison of your conceited, cowardice, ill-fated kiss. As your cool finger beckons me, I will trace each of my scars.

REWRITTEN! Between love and hate, insanity and truth, the line is often dishonest. How far can the art of twisted deceptions carry them in this wretched game?

REWRITTEN! Affairs are always about jealousy, possessiveness, dissatisfaction and temperament.

REWRITTEN! Previously Gakuen Story - Sensei Hours. The problem when you drag an unsuspecting nineteen-year old virgin to a goukon is that he’s a, well… virgin.

REWRITTEN! He learned a small fact that a human couldn’t have everything without paying the right prices the hard way.

TeFu. Longingly he looks outside. The blue, cloudless sky is inviting him. It is the perfect weather for a sparring match. Yet instead of playing, he is locked inside. In a dull classroom, with that blasted white coat on.