So I'm finally back from my month long prep for PAT's, Then I went on a two day drive to visit my dad in B.C. Then we went camping until like three hours ago :P Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS.

Chapter 5

The News

"Ore-sama demands to know what is taking them so long!" Atobe's loud, obnoxious voice rang throughout the ballroom.

All throughout the morning countless tennis teams had been arriving at Atobe Keigo's mansion. For about 2 weeks they had been planning a congratulations party for Seigaku's win at the Nationals. So far things had been going smoothly. The only problem was; Seigaku had yet to show up.

"I'm sure their train just got held up or something," Shirashi stated calmly, but somehow he found himself frowning. Although it was not unusual for some of Seigaku's team members to not be the timeliest of people, Tezuka would no doubt have kept them on track. It was very unusual for Tezuka to be late, especially 45 minutes late. Just that fact alone, was enough to make some people worry.

"They better get here soon," Marui muttered, sending longing glances at the buffet, which was stacked high with delicious looking sweets and treats, courtesy of Atobe.

Everyone nodded their agreement at the sugar loving red-head. They were all bored out of their minds and most of them were getting increasingly more hungry, which was not being helped by the wafting smell of food that was slowly filling up the large room.

So far the only complete teams that had arrived were Hyotei, Rikkai, Rokkaku and Shitenhoji. Many individuals from different teams had shown up, but many had been unable to make the party.

Such individuals that had managed to show were Kamio, Shinji, Ann Tachibana and her brother, from Fudomine. Mizuki and Yuuta, from St. Rudolf. And most surprisingly, Akutsu from Yamabuki had taken the liberty to attend to the party.

In total, about 39 kids were now sitting lazily around the ballroom.

"Leave it to Seigaku to show up late for their own party," Kirihara muttered, only to be softly reprimanded by his light-haired buchou.

Yukimura, sent a reprimanding glare the juniors way. "Hush Akaya, like Shirashi said, their train probably just got delayed."

Akaya decided to be smart for once in his life, and held back a comment that would surely earn him one of Sanada's increasingly more severe slaps; The slaps that Niou had taken to calling 'Sanada's Bitch Slaps'. Let's just say, he wanted to save himself from the embarrassment, especially in front of all the other teams gathered. Since Kirihara decided to keep his mouth shut, the room was once again plunged into silence.

The silence became increasingly more strained and, needless to say, after about another 15 minutes had passed, the large group of middle schoolers began to seriously question whether or not Seigaku was going to show.

Atobe, who was getting fed up at Seigaku's absence, was just about to start another one of his 'Diva Rants', when he was abruptly cut off by the loud ringing of a cellphone.

Many players flinched and jumped at the sudden noise that echoed around the large room. Jirou was even startled awake, causing him to fall backwards off his chair. He was knocked to the ground. Not only that, but he ended up taking Marui, who was standing right behind Jirou's chair, with him. This caused many of the tennis players around them to break out into laughter and the two on the ground were left to get themselves out of a tangle of limps.

Amist everyone's laughs, Kamio gingerly took out his cellphone and pressed talk. Everyone's stares were directed to him as he mumbled a quick hello to the person on the other line. "Sengoku? What is it?"

"..."

"How am I supposed to know if Atobe has a T.V?"

"..."

"Fine, fine I'll ask him!"

Everyone stared at the red-head in confusion, wondering what Sengoku from Yamabuki was doing, calling Kamio from Fudomine.

"Che, of course Ore-sama has a T.V!" Atobe scoffed, before Kamio could even ask him anything. "Kabaji!"

"Usu." In the next second a large portion of the far wall opened up tp reveal a large, flat screen T.V. Everyone, but Hyotei of course (They were used to Atobe and any surprises his mansions may offer), could only stare in awe or wonder at Atobe's display of what money could get you.

"...Yes, he has a T.V. " Kamio stated, stunned.

"..."

"The news? Why would I turn on the News?"

Everyone in the room could hear the loud shouts on the other lined that followed.

"Fine, stopping yelling at me, I'll turn on the freaking news!" Kamio shouted into the other line. The rest of the tennis players began to gather in front of the T.V. Kabaji, after receiving the command from Atobe, changed the channel to Tokyo's main news cast. It seemed to be in the middle of a pretty important broadcast.

The screen was zoomed in on a women's face and she was talking rapidly, as if something important had just happened, and judging from Sengoku's insistence that he turn on the news, something had happened. In the background loud sirens could be heard, along with the many shouts coming from different directions.

"I'm here in downtown Kinjuku, in the middle of the devastating wreckage. Where only minutes before, a speeding bullet train, heading to the outskirts of Shinjuku from Tokyo, derailed." The woman's voice was full excitement and looks of thrill and adrenaline were present on her face. The tennis players could only listen in shock. A train derailment?

The camera zoomed out and focused on the wreak behind the women. Everyone slowly felt their eyes widen in horror at the disaster.

"Jesus Christ," Niou swore under his breath. No one could bring themselves to reprimand him. All around the room, everyone wore similar looks of disbelief, all exactly like the one Niou was wearing now.

Chaos.

That was the only word anyone could think of to describe the scene.

The once busy shopping district was a massive ball of flames and wreckage. Parts and chunks of what once was a shiny, metal bullet train lay strewn across the ground underneath the bridge; on top of which, you could clearly see where the train had broken through the bridge's railing.

Some parts of the train were completely crushed, well other were broken in half or had large dents in them from where they had hit the ground. The conductors car had even crashed into the side of what looked like a convenience store. Some of the train cars had even caught on fire.

Rubble from the convenience store wall was everywhere. It was mixed with shards of glass and pieces of metal that had broken off of the train. Fire fighters, police officers and rescue teams, navigated through the rubble. They were no doubt searching for anyone who might have survived the crash. At the moment though, it seemed highly unlikely that anyone could survive what could only be described as hell; Complete and absolute hell.

Before anyone could asses the damage further, the camera focused back on the woman's face.

"Right now responders are putting all their energy into searching for survivors of this devastating crash. About 20 minutes before the derailment, Emergency Dispatchers received a call from one of the passengers onboard the train. We will now replay the call" A blank blue screen popped up on the television. On it read 'Emergency Call'.

"Hello?"

Yuuta, who was sitting in the middle of the group, froze. His eyes widened and he shook his head. No! It couldn't be!

"Hello, this is dispatch, what is your emergency?" Came a monotone, female voice.

"This is a passenger from a Tokyo train heading from Shingawa to Shinjuku. The driver of the train is currently highly intoxicated,"

Many middle schoolers suddenly recognized the voice of the passenger. Their eyes went wide and many let out gasps of surprise mixed with horror and disbelief.

"Ah, I see. Is there anyone you know that is with you, who knows how to drive a train?" The women asked.

"No"

"I see," The women repeated. "Well than all you..."

Static suddenly replaced the women voices. The image of the reporter was suddenly back.

"It is unclear whether or not Tokyo Rail, a major business involved with much of Japan's transportation trains, will be held responsible for the accident. This is Tokyo News signing off."

The news cast suddenly went to commercial and everyone was left there to comprehend what they had just heard. A thump echoed around the room and everyone turned to stare at Yuuta, who had dropped to his knees. His hands lay unmoving at his sides, his eyes stares blankly ahead of him. His face was void of all emotions other than disbelief.

"Aniki," His voice shook and he began trembling. "Aniki," He repeated, desperation clinging to his voice as tears slowly welled up in his eyes.

The group of middleschoolers could only sit there as loud, racking sobs filled the large room.

A/N

First of all; I would like to thank all my reviewers. I seriously didn't think people would like this story that much.

Second, I would like you hear your opinions on who you really, really don't want to die and who you think is going to die.

Tell me what you think and review!

:P