VampireGirl22: sorry for the short chapters I'm trying to make them longer, please be patient with me.
Sorry also any grammar mistakes, my fault or my computers.
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Disclaimer: I don't any of the PoT characters or the settings that are in the show. I don't own the greek gods, or any accidnental coincidences in the plot with other writers.
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Chapter 4: Say what…?!
The regulars all sat around Eiji's living room looking utterly defeated and sullen for some unknown reason even to them. If anyone had the right to feel bad it was Ryoma, whose father was fighting someone who worked for the underworld and they had all run leaving him behind not caring if he got hurt, or worse…
He quickly shook that thought from his head. 'There's no one my baka oyaji would lose to someone like him, but, wait since when did oyaji have a katana?' he thought to himself staring at the ground as though it would show him the answer right then and there, on Kikumaru-sempai's floor. That was definitely out.
Ryoma and the other Seigaku regulars jumped at the sound of knocking came to them from the front door. Everyone glanced to Tezuka who was looking at Fuji who in turn stared at the inside of his eyelids. With a sigh and shaking footsteps the teenagers walked to the door and opened it a crack, only to jump back in surprise when they saw a large brown-gold eye staring at them expectantly. Of course it was none other than the 'baka oyaji' that everyone so loved and admired. (of course this is sarcasm.) Ryoma fumbled with the lock before opening the door to reveal all the cuts and bruises that now adorned the tennis player's body, and the tatters that were all that remained of his clothes.
"Would ya mind lettin' me in or am I gonna have to freeze out here as thanks for savin' your sorry asses?" Nanjirou sighed walking into the house and glancing around. "Not a bad place you have here kid." He said turning to Eiji who dove behind Oishi for cover, not even sure why.
"Excuse me," Tezuka said in his you-better-answer-me-now voice, "what was all that fighting and those strange creatures from… hell?" he asked the older man with none of the respect usually granted a pro tennis player and someone who just saved your life.
"Oh, that…" he said walking away towards the living room, only looking back to see the regulars frozen to the spot staring at him like an other-worldly being. "If you would be so kind as to join me in the living room I would be glad to tell you everything that I know." Nanjirou sighed once again feigning politeness.
Once they were all seated comfortably the old (don't tell him that) man started to speak. "This happened a long time ago when the gaki there was born." He started pointing at Ryoma.
-Flashback 12 years ago on Ryoma's birthday-
"Ne, Rinko, what should we name him?" a younger version of Nanjirou asked, his long hair in a tall pony-tail on the top of his head. He was staring at a new born baby resting in his arms; the baby was quiet though, staring around the room with bright golden eyes and black-green hair swaying with the tilting motions his father was making.
"I think we should name him something that will make him happy in the future, anata." The boy's mother answered lying on a bed with a beautiful silk blanket that seemed to be glowing. "Of course it has to be powerful too if he is to be your heir one day."
"Aa, hmm… how about we call him… Ryoma." He said after much thought. The baby tilted his head to stare at the man holding him. "See he already likes it!" Nanjirou laughed before abruptly stopping at the sound of crackling air and the smell of fire from the deepest parts of the nether regions.
Turning on the spot he saw a man with bright fire red hair and two hell hounds blocking the only door out of the room. He quickly and determinedly placed the baby, Ryoma, with his mother before turning to face the unwelcome guests standing in the room with his family.
"What so you want here, Riam?" The Samurai asked coldly, staring holes into the other though having no effect on his psyche what so-ever. The burning man simply smiled and walked closer to the bed with the woman and his goal before being stopped by the man he once fought.
"Now, now, Nan-ji-rou," he sang lightly, "I didn't come to fight or kill anyone this time." Riam said backing away the slightest bit, though it didn't go unnoticed by the tennis pro. "I only want the kid as my master wishes, so just be good and hand him over without a fuss and I'll leave you and your family alone." He was now smirking thinking that he had found the weak spot in the man for his family, and he was right too, just naïve.
"He is part of my family and I will never let you demons have him." Nanjirou spat at his feet pulling a katana from the air with a wave of his hands. "No matter how hard you try you will never have my son or the power that your master seeks."
"Too bad, then I guess I have no choice but to take him by force then." Riam said, feigning sadness. That was when they started to circle each other looking for an opening. The woman lying on the bed, Rinko, suddenly got up and back towards the window as the approaching hounds came closer. Feeling the cool glass against her back she took a glance behind her, noticing that they were on the fourth floor in the hospital. There was no where to run. Well that would have been the case if it were any normal human, but the Echizens weren't 'normal'. Rinko took another look at the space between the ground and the window and without a second thought jumped. Calling to some unknown force she was able to land perfectly without the glass from the window even breaking. The hounds on the other hand had smashed through after her only to be pierced and howl in pain, dissipating into black smog that hung in the air, darkening the sky like pollution.
While Rinko made it out safely Nanjirou was finishing his battle with Riam, both were wounded but managing to remain standing. The circled for the last time before charging and slashing their swords at one another. A shrill cry a pain was heard to anyone with enough power to hear it, as a limp body fell to the floor breathing heavily. The hounds, which had re-materialized- were at their master's side at once and he clung to them for support. With a look of pure hatred Riam slowly stood and faced his opponent.
"Don't think you've won just yet, I come back someday and when that day comes we will have different parts and a better ending for my master." Was all he could say before coughing up blood and disappearing from where he came.
With the messengers from hell finally gone Rinko came back to see to her husband's wounds. "Mataku, he really did get better in all these years." Nanjirou sighed as his wife dressed his wounds that were still dripping blood onto the floor, creating little crimson puddles on the crystal colored tiles and mixing with Riam's. Too preoccupied with their pain and tasks they didn't notice little Ryoma sitting next to one of the little mixed pools and staring at it intently. As he stared an image of the Greek Gods formed in the red liquid transfixing the day old baby. Only when his parents were done did they notice what he was doing. Hurrying over Nanjirou scooped up little Ryoma while Rinko cleaned away the blood, not until after she saw what her son had been staring at.
"Nanjirou, do you think he will come back anytime soon?" she asked worriedly.
"I doubt it with that wound I gave him, it just barely missed any vital points or he would be lying in that pool lf blood right now."
"You did see what Ryoma was looking at didn't you?"
"Aa, I have a bad feeling about the next few years…"
-Present day in Eiji's living room-
All the regulars were staring at the old tennis pro in astonishment; even Ryoma was shocked at what his father had told them. He couldn't even remember the first day of his life but he had the feeling that what his old man had just said was true, if so then what did that man Riam want from him? All in all, they had a feeling that this was not their day and they were not looking forward to the next as well.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N-this is a cliffy and most definitely longer than my other chappies. I hope you enjoy this, oh and tell me which Greek Gods you would like the regulars to be?
I'm thinking something like this:
Tezuka-Poseidon(no other gods)
Fuji-Ares (bad guys are for Hades or maybe some other chibi…)
Apollo-Taka
Athena-Inui (yes I am laughing too)
Artemis- Kaido (he likes animals)
Demeter- Eiji(artemis is taken)
Hera-Oishi(Motherhen for Oishi) and Hermes- Momo (ran out of gods)