This is my last chappie for now. I choose the JC route (baka) which means more mugging for the next two years. I thank you people who have been reading my fan fic. I will see you in December 2006 (hopefully), after my major exams (as usual). But it might not be the same as I will only be writing argumentative essays instead of narratives, and I always fail my argumentative essays.

Forgive me if this fic turns out a little too dull because I am cutting out tons of elaboration due to the immense story plot in this chappie, limited time and a major writer's block. This chappie may not be as funny as the others due to lack of elaboration.

Which means that anyone who still desperately wants to find out who is the mother or wants to end this properly with tons of fluff or whatsoever, feel free to adopt this fic and continue it yar. I will be extremely happy.

He was in this really dark room, only a lamp barely lit up the place. Ryoma looked about as he bean to wander aimlessly. This room smelled really foul, like some carcass was in the midst of decomposition.

It was then that Ryoma realized that the room was flooded with some sort of liquid, black in colour to be exact. His eyes widened when he realized that his shoes were slowly being corroded away by that damned liquid.

"What the-"

"Formulated with the best ingredients, this recipe has been passed down for generations as the most effective drink in history."

Ryoma's face turned into a deathly shade of pallour as a jug of that unidentified liquid was brought closed to his face.

"I call it the Emperor's descent."

The chibified versions of the regulars appeared in front of Ryoma, big evil smiles on their faces. "Drink it!" They chanted as chibified Inui raised the Emperor's descent with a morbid smile on his face.

"You will provide excellent data!" Inui chuckled gleefully.

"YADDA!" Echizen yelled frantically as he began to run for his life, with the chibified regulars following closely behind, chanting continuously. All this seemed too familiar for Ryoma, like this scenario happened before.

The gods must not have liked him as Inui for some reason or another managed to grab Ryoma by the ankle and gave him a sharp pull. Ryoma fell down ungracefully as chibi Inui crawled up with that accursed liquid, glasses flashing in the light.

To cure you completely, you need to drink this whole jug." That 2nd sadistic freak smiled and continued, "It will all be over in a moment…"

"YADDA!" Ryoma struggled and broke free of Chibi Inui's grasp and he sprinted off. There was some sort of light over there, probably some sort of exit. Ryoma darted towards that light, with the rest of the chibified regulars chasing after him.

"Everyone, after him!" Chibi Inui shouted as he led the mob of crazy chibis after Ryoma.

Ryoma shuddered and desperately reached for the light.

This better be a nightmare!

His vision was swimming as Ryoma cracked open an eye, wincing as his eyes were still not accustomed to bright light. As he used his palm to block the light out, he began to wonder about all the question marks forming above his head.

What the heck happened?

Ryoma began to take note of his surroundings. He was in his bedroom, with him tucked in nicely into bed, with his blanket all the way up to his chin.

How did I land up in my bedroom?

How – Oh shit!

An unexpected wave of nausea struck Ryoma and he suddenly sat up and made a mad dash for the toilet. Needless to say, Ryoma spent quite some time in there puking his guts out.

It was nearly one hour before Echizen emerged out of the toilet looking totally dehydrated and weak. Everything was in a whirl, like he was on a roller coaster, but he was still livid enough to curse those culprits who caused him to force out what ever he ingested.

Oh he was clear alright. When he was biding his time in the toilet, barfing out his previous dinners, the gears in Ryoma's brain which were working at breakneck speed finally clicked and came to a conclusion on his plight.

This was a summary on what had happened from Ryoma's POV, and due to the rating of this fic, all vulgarities were censored.

That was all –censored- sempais fault for having no –censored- brains and –censored- thought that I was indulging in –censored- porn. –Censored-. So they chased me everywhere and coerced me to drink that –censored- sewage water. Inui sempai –censored- forced it down my throat and –censored- Momo sempai helped! –Censored-. And –censoredcensoredcensored-…

And went on and on for another fifteen minutes before Ryoma exhausted his supply of vulgarities.

He slumped dizzily onto the bed, trying to stabilize his condition. His vision had turned into a significant shade of bright red this time round. Ryoma remember when Inui forced that drink down his throat, he actually felt a burning sensation, like his oesophagus was on fire or something. His senses went numb and his brain activated the "red alert" mode. All Ryoma remember was thrashing wildly, attempting to force away that mug of murky stuff. By chance a miracle did happened as both Inui and Momo lost concentration at that fraction of a second, which was enough for Ryoma to make a desperate attempt to escape.

It came too late though, as a quarter of that drink greatly impacted Ryoma and his vision turned yellow instantly. And you know the rest. As a result, this experience greatly traumatized Echizen as he suffered from a terrible nightmare of insane chibis chasing after him.

Oishi, yes the brainless blockhead who was heading the plan of forcing it down his throat. The mastermind. The lack of common sense from his sempai really drove him to his grave.

Well at least something good came out of it. His headache was gone, but the side effects of the drink kicked in immediately, which included nausea, dizziness, coloured vision, instability and many others. It was not fair that he had to suffer much more right now.

Ryoma began to replay the events that happened like a video tape, as he suddenly detected a large piece of paper stuck on the wall.

Ochibi

I hope you will be cured and revert back to our little O kouhai! Oishi had already weeded out all those stuff and dealt with it. Inui said that if his drink doesn't work, he will try his ancestor's secret weapon, which is hidden somewhere in his house. He left another dose of his drink at your table in case you need another stronger dosage.

Get well soon!

From Eji and the rest of the regulars.

Ryoma gave that piece of paper a blank stare before rising unstably on his feet and ripped the offending paper down from the wall. Oishi dealt with those porn already?

All Ryoma heard was an extremely loud cry that came from the living room. It sounded like his old man. Ryoma trudged towards the door and listened.

"WHO TOOK MY MAGAZINES AND BURNT THEM? WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON THOSE IMPS! I WILL MAKE THEM DIE A TERRIBLE DEATH!"

Ryoma POV

Tell me why am I doing this again? Oh yes, I am going to get back at that stupid old man for causing me so much trouble.

This may cause a life… I thought as I watch it bubble, turning to black then to deeper yellow. After all, I blacked out just by downing a quarter of it. A whole cup of emperor's descent can actually kill.

I got this idea a while ago, when that old man was yelling his head off. Oishi-sempai burnt those porn. That's the only good deed Oishi-sempai had done, saving me from the laborious effort to actually detect and lug out all those sinful material. Further more, it would only taint my hands. As my eyes slowly scanned the room once more, I suddenly felt the repulsive aura which was rolling off the drink like waves. My orbs suddenly lit brightly as I thought of a perfect plan.

I took the drink and with immense amount of effort, I walk down the stairs, trying my best not to collapse along the way. There it was my father's beer. Making sure that my father was still in the living room before I crept towards the kitchen, if you call that creeping that is. I was dragging my malfunctioning body towards the kitchen.

Then I gleefully tipped Inui-sempai's concoction into the beer and watched it sizzle and smoke. After ensuring that my father was not in detecting range, I went back to my room.

How long have I been sleeping? I wondered as I stared at the clock. It was only then I realized that it was 8am in the morning. Sempai-tachi came in the early afternoon… which meant that I was out for nearly 18 hours! Damn, there was practice this morning.

A loud yell cut through my train of thoughts as it echoed the whole house. A morbid smile fleeted across my face.

There are things that are worse than death after all.

I collapsed onto my bed, intending to sleep till all side effects wear off, which may take up to weeks, considering the fact that my guts needed time to patch up the gaping hole that was corroded by the emperor's descent. It was then that I realized that there was a huge lump on my bed.

Sakura.

Sempai-tachi must have stuffed her next to me. As a form of comfort? Maybe. But I was slowly getting accustomed to her presence. I pulled off the covers and intended to wake her up. But something was amidst. There was far too long and too much black hair as compared to what a Sakura used to have. Warily, I brushed the hair away and took a good look at her face.

Oh shit!

She was not Sakura!

Tennis Courts in Seigaku…

"Nya, Buchou is so mean!" Eiji wailed as completed his 55th lap, his legs on the verge of giving way.

"Stop wailing, there is still 145 laps more to go." Inui piped as he ran past Eiji.

"Mou, I cannot run anymore!" Eiji slumped onto the ground, only to be dragged up once more by his doubles partner, " You can't rest now! Tezuka will increase the number of laps again!"

The regulars minus Echizen were running laps this morning. 200 laps to be exact, in courtesy of Tezuka. Kawamura BURNING mode was wearing out fast, as he and Kikumaru were lagging behind. It was not like the rest of the regulars were that far off. Even Fuji looked a little strained and that means something. Kaidoh was as usual racing with Momo, but this time both lacked the speed. Inui was trying his hardest to keep up with Fuji.

"Nya! He is giving us that evil glare again!" Eiji cried.

Tezuka POV

After glaring at them for the 100th time, I sat down and massaged my temples. Yes, they received a hefty punishment from me.

"Don't you think that 200 laps are a bit too much?" Sensei asked as she stared at those regulars.

"…"

"What did they do anyway?"

They attempted murder. Well technically they did. After all I am sure if they forced anymore of that Inui's juice down Echizen's throat, he would be history and so will the regulars.

It all happened yesterday, early afternoon I supposed. I was strolling to Echizen's house after I dealt with my own personal business. As I strolled along, I was thinking on how bizarre this situation could be. All this commotion started because of one kid who claimed that Echizen was her father and the next thing I knew, that became the talk of the school. Everywhere I went, there were incredulous remarks about Echizen. Something about them terribly shocked about Echizen's personal life and all. Other squealing fan girls of his formulated various theories, like what age he got married, how his wife looks like, wheather Sakura was really his and many other crap that only senseless people would indulge in. Some perverted ones even went in depth to… ahem disturbing things I rather not say.

I pity that boy. All he got now was unwanted attention and a whole school of babbling idiots. So imagine how amused I was when the rest of the regulars approached me, asking me if I wanted to join them to help Echizen alleviate his "suffering". I say, their visit will put even more pressure on Echizen instead. I decided to pop by later, to see if everyone was doing fine.

Just then, I received a call from Fuji.

"Moshi moshi."

"Tezuka, things are pretty interesting right now."

"Fuji, what are you talking about."

"You might want to come to Echizen's place right now. You are missing out on something good."

Then Fuji turned off his handphone.

I got this really bad feeling. Fuji has this morbid fascination of watching people suffer, and the tone of his voice just hinted to me that something bad was happening. I quickened my pace. Luckily, Echizen's house was just round the corner.

What I didn't expect was a few of the regulars forcing down some black stuff down Echizen's throat. Kaidoh was knocked out due to some reason and Kikumaru was jumping up and down, as if he was enjoying this commotion. Fuji was definitely enjoying it, I could see that sadistic smile appearing on his face once more. My eyebrow was raised extremely high when I saw Oishi next to a giant pile of used tissues. But the most astonishing site was a living room flooded with pornographic magazines. Now I was not prepared for that to happen at all.

My family has always been terribly traditional and pornography was definitely frowned upon. No screw that, I would be disowned if something like that was spotted in my room.

At this time, Echizen managed to break free of his captor's grasp before giving me this stare, like he was trying to clear his blurred vision or something. By the time he figured who was the stranger at his door step, he went off to dreamland.

Silence.

"So anybody wants to explain what happened?" I asked with a dangerous voice.

Silence again, then –

"Tezuka!"

"Nya, we thought Ochibi was indulging in porn!"

"Buchou, those stuff tainted our eyes!"

"Then we were like all upset and stuff!"

"The next pillar of Seigaku reading porn! Sniff, this will affect moral standards! Sakura will have a scarred childhood!" A whole new flood of used tissue appeared again.

"Next thing we knew, it was actually Echizen father that read it."

"Nya! Ochibi was exposed to porn FROM A YOUNG AGE!"

"So father reading porn son reading porn!"

"Then we decided!"

"Oishi-sempai asked Inui-sempai…"

"It was a grave matter and the most difficult decision to make. But Echizen's well being was more important, so I approached Inui for a cure."

"And I dug out more secret recipe. Formulated with the best ingredients, this recipe has been passed down for generations as the most effective drink in history. I call it the emperor's descent!"

"Woah and nya, it was so black!"

" Yeah Buchou, woah it was bubbling so rapidly! Mamushi blacked out instantly."

"Nya it stank like anything too! Like some sewage water!"

"And I remembered Inui-sempai carrying some moving thing into the kitchen."

"It was moving Momo. Where else can you get such perfect taste without entrails?"

"Eek! YOU MEAN THERE WERE ANIMAL ORGANS IN IT?"

"Well there were more than just internal organs though… Hmm but this recipe is top secret. I cannot expose the ingredients!"

"Nya anyway, then Inui wanted Ochibi to drink it!"

"Buchou, I helped too! Out of the goodness of my heart!" He says it all so proudly.

"I was praying was his speedy recovery."

"Nya and you know the rest!"

"Ah I collected excellent data too!"

Silence, then a cold wind blew.

Only one word came to my mind though.

Idiots.

"Have you ever thought that Echizen did not even read those stuff in the first place?" I asked finally.

"Well Tezuka, we were just playing safe."

I resisted the urge to rub my temples or bang their heads. So all of them just ganged up on Echizen. They seriously need punishment for being such brainless gits and for putting our team's ace out of action for quite some time. I glanced at the black stuff. Another mouthful of that and we could just prepare for a funeral. Then I will personally murder these fools as well.

"Momo! Bring Echizen back to his bedroom and Kawamura, bring Sakura up as well." I pointed to the girl sitting in the midst of all those porn.

"Yes Buchou!"

Kikumaru dashed up to Echizen's room as well.

"And Inui, could you clear that pile of tissues for Oishi. He seemed to be in a daze."

Oishi snapped out of his daze and started throwing out all those magazines out of the house. Kaidoh finally woke up and helped Oishi as well. Then Oishi went to the kitchen and emerged with a box of matches.

There was a huge bon fire that afternoon.

After staring at all the guilty faces (other than Fuji), I came to a conclusion.

"200 laps tomorrow. Those who dare to do any less will have to drink that." I pointed to the Emperor's descent before exiting Echizen's abode.

"WHA-"

"Anyone who dares to protest will do 500 laps!"

Silence reigned once more.

Back to Ryoma's household

Hallucination must be another of those side effects! I mentally yelled.

Lying in front of me was not some little girl with the age of six. It was some girl, with long black hair, age thirteen or so. She was pretty all right, really pretty. But that's not the point!

He stared at her for another second before rushing to the toilet again.

At this moment, eyelids were lifted revealing bright golden eyes. She sat up and looked around sleepily.

Ryoma choose to exit his hiding place at the same time which caused an instant reaction.

"Papa!"

That teenage girl rushed to Ryoma and gave him a hug. "Good Morning!"

Ryoma froze for a second before pushing the girl away, "Who are you? What are you doing in MY room?"

"Papa? It is me Sakura!"

Down to the kitchen…

Nanjiroh woke up and rubbed his sore head. What was he doing on the floor in the first place? Hmm… A cup with its contents spilled all over the floor. All he remembers was a very furious him stomping towards his beer to soothe the fire within him. However, all he did was to have a mouthful before he detected the "unique taste". He spat the beer out off his mouth immediately. Too bad Nanjiroh did swallow a small amount which was enough to make him scream out and knock him out for several hours (Frightening isn't it, the emperor's descent).

After clearing up the kitchen, he decided to approach his son to confront him about those burnt magazines and the spiked beer. Up the stairs he went and Nanjiroh was about to push the slightly ajar door open when he heard some voices coming out from the room. Being the ever nosy father he was, he stuck his eye and viewed thorough the crack.

That was not his granddaughter.

In her place was a teenage girl who looked extremely pretty, even Nanjiroh was felt attracted to her. What matters most was that she was sitting REALLY close to that brat, and that unappreciative brat just pulled a really long face. Man, he really don't know what is good for him.

Nanjiroh's data base

Keywords: Teenage Girl

Sub-keywords: Not my grand daughter

Sitting really close to that brat

Analyzing…

Conclusion: His wife

His wife… That brats wife!

Nanjiroh took another good look at her. Man! That brat certainly has good taste. And to think that he was always worried over his son's love affairs. This was something worth celebrating! Nanjiroh was about to investigate more when suddenly he heard the door bell rang.

That brat is too smitten over his wife to notice anything! Nanjiroh thought as he dashed down to open the door.

Back to Ryoma's room

"So you are telling me that you came from the future." Ryoma asked warily.

"Yepz papa!" Sakura beamed.

"Correct me if I am wrong, but the Sakura I know is until my waist and she is only six years old."

Sakura stared at Ryoma before answering, "It must be another time shift then. As every time frame passes, I will start to age even more. But well, that time frame is unpredictable though… It may be 24 hours like this time round. But it can take even longer or even shorter time for me to age. Occasionally, I may turn back into a child again."

Sakura flopped down next to Ryoma before continuing, "Oh well, that's what happen if you tamper with an uncompleted time machine!"

"You came back to the past using a time machine?"

"Yepz."

"That's absurd." Ryoma snorted.

"You can call it the wonders of science." Sakura remarked as she stood up.

Ryoma glanced at her before replying, "You are quite short for your age, even though you are half a head taller than me."

"Well people say that I got my height from my father and my looks from my mother…"

"… your mother must be really pretty huh…" Ryoma murmured.

"Papa finally said Mama is pretty!" Sakura yelled.

"No! I just…" Ryoma shouted, blushing really hard.

"Awww… You can't fool me Papa!" Sakura teased Ryoma as she wagged her finger.

At the gate.

A bunch of dead tired regulars, without Tezuka gathered outside Echizen's house. After running 100 laps, Kikumaru decided that he had enough and with the help of the rest of the regulars, they managed to negotiate with that stoic captain of theirs. It was only after their teacher-in-charge persuaded Tezuka did he agree to let them off and allow them to complete their remaining hundred laps on another day. Then someone suggested to pay a visit to Ryoma, to apologise and checked if he died of Inui juice poisoning, therefore all the regulars trotted to Ryoma's house today.

The gate opened revealing a monk, clad in a loose robe. A few of the regulars stared at that monk and wondered how such a person could be related to Echizen. After all, first impressions count a lot and Nanjiroh did not give them a good impression though.

"Sorry for troubling you, is Ryoma in?"

"Yo Shounens! Today is a very happy day!" Nanjiroh cried.

"Huh?"

"Ryoma is currently busy with his wife!"

"Ehhhhh! His wife?" Kikumaru was astonished. So were the rest of the regulars.

"Ohh! She is really pretty! Man that brat has good taste!"

Oishi started to pale, muttering something about underage marriages.

"Say, can you bring us to see her?" Kikumaru cried, bobbing up and down.

"Sure why not? Spread the joy!" Nanjiroh happily lead the bunch of them in and stopped them outside Ryoma's room.

"Shhh! Don't let that brat know!" Nanjiroh shushed them.

"Ano uncle, how are you related to Echizen?" Oishi asked.

"Me? I am his father!" Nanjiroh replied, as if that was the most obvious thin in the world.

Everyone was staring at Nanjiroh, Inui furiously scribbling into his notebook with his new found data. His reputation was after all tarnished due to the porn magazine incident.

Nanjiroh gave an exasperated sigh before saying, "Look, if you want to be like those pesky reporters, then I shall not say anything. But for now, aren't we supposed to be observing his wife?"

Everyone then piled outside the door, struggling to get glimpse of Echizen's so called wife.

"Woah! She is pretty!"

"Let me see!"

"Ohh! She is hugging him!"

"Where?"

"Blind. Psssssshhhhhhh!"

"What did you say Mamushi?"

"Quiet you two! It is Echizen's welfare we are concerned about right now…. We must see if he is mentally prepared for this and …"

"Excuse me, but you sound like the mother of my son. Even my wife doesn't worry hat much!"

"Oh! Climax! They are sitting really close to each other!"

"Great data! Probability of both of them kissing is 40!"

"Hey Mamushi don't push!"

"You are too fat you stupid powerhouse!"

"No you are!"

"Nya! Don't push me!"

"Stupid Powerhouse!"

"Baka Mamushi!"

"Stop you two!"

"Argh!"

The imbalanced pile of regulars toppled as Kaidoh and Momo started to fight again. And you guessed it, the door opened and most of them fell into the room. Except Fuji of course.

Ryoma's eyes went as round of dinner plate when he saw them. His eye balls nearly budged out when he saw HIS father among the pile of bodies.

"What is going on?" Ryoma demanded.

"OCHIBI! YOUR WIFE IS SO PRETTY!" Kikumaru started glomping his kouhai again.

"Wha-"

"Shounen! You old pops is so proud of you!" Nanjiroh wiped an imaginary tear away, "Your taste in women has not disappoint me at all!"

"Echizen! Are you prepared to handle this responsibility?" Oishi asked hurriedly.

"Psssssssshhhhh!"

"Echizen! Aren't you going to introduce your wife to us?"

"I-" Ryoma argued.

"Yo Shounens! In celebration of this blessed day, lunch is on me!" Nanjiroh foolishly cried out as he happily pushed the rest of the regulars out of the room.

"Oyaji! She is not-"

"Oh shounen, remember to bring your wife along as well!"

Gosh! I finally ended this chappie! So a big thank U to all you ppl who read this fic and Pls review! Anyone who wants to adopt this fic, feel free to do so.

Lack of elaboration due to time constraints and immense story plot to unveil.

PLS REVIEW.

See you in 2 yrs time!