Hi, first attempt at a multi-chapter humour fic. Have no idea where the plot comes from so don't kill me if it sounds a little insane. Please letme know what you think of it and whether I should carry on or not.

Summary: Cupid goes into hiding after being taken to Court, leaving the Matchmaker position open for grabs. Candidates: Fate and Destiny. The challenge to determine the winner: Echizen Ryoma. Problem is, Fate thinks Fuji is perfect for him while Destiny is convinced Tezuka is his soul mate. Meanwhile, Chaos is happy to take up resident in Tokyo.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis and I can't say i definitely own all the OCs either.


Destiny maintains that it was Jealousy's fault, if she hadn't stirred things up, Pride would not have run off with Virtue and Vanity would not be taking Cupid to court over being left at the altar by Pride. This being not the first time Cupid's matches on the First Floor having failed, the deity upped and left instead of face the dubious trial presided by vengeful Justice. Destiny didn't blame Cupid, Justice could drive one mean bargain. You certainly wouldn't want to end up being demoted to the Third or Fourth Floors below after spending a few millennia clawing your way to the First Floor; the Third Floor and below, everyone knew, was for minor deities only. Of course, there couldn't not be an Official Matchmaker, so Destiny offered her services. Unfortunately, Fate seems to have exactly the same idea. Their objective: Cupid's penthouse suite on the First Floor. There wasn't much difference between their respective rooms on the Second Floor but the First Floor was just flashy.

Both powers had advanced into Cupid's office and made a grab for the file currently on the otherwise bare desk. Each seizing a side, Chance swore there was visible electricity between their glares. Perhaps that was what caused the file to burst into flames, scattering stray pieces of paper all round the room.

"Look what you've done!" the two candidates screamed at each other.

Hurrying round to save what was still salvageable, each hoarded bits and pieces of charred paper. That was when the Eldest One finally stepped in before the entire First Floor was wrecked.

"You two are not going to fight again, we want to Earth to remain whole and unscathed." The Eldest sighed at his two younger siblings. "We'll have a contest. The file you managed to destroy was probably Cupid's next project. His name is Echizen Ryoma of Japan. Whoever can match him up with his true life mate will get Cupid's position. Is that clear?"

Destiny and Fate both nodded enthusiastically and turned to leave for their respective offices.

"Oh, by the way," the Eldest called them back, "you two are not allowed to interfere directly, no using your powers on your chosen candidates or the subject. Or you will suffer Consequences. Dismissed."


Vanity pouted as Fate pointedly ignored her and carried on studying the data being displayed in front of him. She was not happy with that fact that Cupid got away with no punishment but she knew better than to interrupt Fate when he was locked in a power struggle with Destiny.

"Echizen Ryoma, 12 years old, attends Seishun Gakuen in Tokyo, tennis player, lives with parents, a female cousin and a cat." Fate was murmuring to himself again. Vanity ached to point out that talking to yourself was the first sign of insanity but she really didn't want to end up as a disfigured beggaring mortal for the rest of her days.

"Hmmm, people closest to him would be people on his tennis team. Cupid would have probably found the boy's soul mate from people around him. Maybe it's time to pay the Ground Floor a visit."

Destiny, meanwhile, was watching a tennis match while sprawling in her overstuffed sofa. Destiny studied the short boy wonder that was currently leading 5 games to 2 against a taller red head. Echizen Ryoma looked like a normal boy, a bit anti-social, but cute enough. Destiny was pretty confident it wouldn't be hard to find his true mate. Now, all she had to do, was get some first hand knowledge of his likes and dislikes and match the criteria to likely human. Destiny grinned in the emptiness of her lodgings; visiting Ground Floor was always an experience to remember.


The freshman regular of Seigaku was oblivious to the troubles about to descend on him, all he cared about was finishing the laps without being subject to Inui's excuse of a "health" drink. Half a lap to go. Kikumaru was tied in first with Momo and Kaidoh until Ryoma sneaked a way side racquet to the demure Taka-san.

"BURNING! Out of my way! You can't beat me! Burning!"

With a war cry, Taka-san burst through the ranks with Ryoma right behind him, making use of the path Taka-san cleared. Then, it was an easy matter of manoeuvring in front of Taka-san to take the lead. But he wasn't leading alone, before he knew it, Tezuka and Fuji had pulled level with him and were both dangerously close to overtaking him. Peering ahead at the ominous blue … liquid, Inui was holding up, Ryoma promised himself he would die before drinking that. Willing his legs not to collapse, he threw his entire body forward at the last minute, just managing to pass Inui's line of vision at the same time as the two older boys. Phew, that was TOO close.

Unknown to the exhausted tennis players, two immortals were watching them.

"What do you think, Destiny?"

"Not what you are."

Fate chuckled. "I like the smiling tensai myself. There's one who's observant and knows how to reach out and take what he wants."

Destiny, currently resembling a 10 year old girl, snorted. "He reminds me of you, no scruples, hidden, mysterious and completely false."

Fate, a thirty something man in a business suit smiled condescendingly, causing Destiny to scowl at him. "Well, who's your Chosen?"

Destiny turned her attention back to the assembled group hanging around the Subject. Not the loud, boisterous ones, she couldn't handle the noise, not the creepy one, not the one with a scary split personality (too many personality quirks to match up), not the shy but proud guy. That left two, the caring one or the quiet but authoritative one. No, the caring one's attention was spread too thinly over everyone, it would have to be the one they call "buchou".

"Done, that one." Destiny indicated the bespectacled boy to her sibling.

Fate nodded thoughtfully. "You know of course that pairing two people who don't talk means neither will take the first step. But it's your choice."

Destiny was adamant, if Fate wanted to dissuade her, then she had definitely got the right idea. "No, it's fine. Let's sign the contract."

"Very well." Fate materialised the shimmering document. Grabbing a feathery quill from the air, Fate inscribed his name at the bottom in a flourish. Stepping aside to allow the shorter form of Destiny to the scroll, Fate was already running through a mental list of his options if he was not to approach either Echizen or Fuji. Destiny ignored the offered quill and pulled a scruffy biro from her pocket. Fate looked on in disdain as the girl scribbled her signature.

"That's not that way it's done." Fate admonished.

"You obviously don't keep up with current trends, old man." Destiny turned to smile sweetly before fading away to plan her strategy.

Fate allowed a soft smile on his own face, "Then let the games begin."

Tokyo had no idea what it was in for.


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