Title: His abusive past

By: Namikaze Naruto, tenma no ouji

Revised and Rewritten


Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis does not belong to me...But I do own my OC's/

Warning: Shounen ai (Yaoi, boys love...), Language, mentions of abuse and Not for Rinko fans!

Pairings:

OT3 (...TezuRyoFuji...)

or

OT6 (...TezuFujiRyoYukiAtoSana...)

Other pairings: golden pair, InuiKai...and others...


National champions

and a

Blast from the past


Shock.

That was the common feeling everyone in the stadium felt upon watching one of the best matches yet. Yukimura Seiichi hailed as 'Kami no ko' for his insanely fierce tennis and Echizen Ryoma, who the world adoringly calls, 'The Prince of tennis' would be remembered and talked about for years to come.

Elation.

Happiness surged through Seigaku at the sight of their baby boys growth. When he first came to Seishun he was a brat who despite being talented in playing tennis, had no real motivation or drive to better himself, his only goal was to beat his father, until that fateful day. His match against Tezuka Kunimitsu, his buchou, senpai and now one of his best friends, opened his eyes and lit a fire deep within his soul that awoke what he never knew existed.

Passion and love.

Tennis had become more then just a game to him. It was life and he wanted to continue growing and improving, not only in order to beat his father but to see how far he could go; after all skies the limit.

xXx

Loud cheers erupted from the crowd replacing the shock that held them grounded moments before. Eiji and Momo were upon the boy faster then anyone could utter a word, the rest of the team, a heartbeat behind them.

The match ended with their win, thus bringing an end to Rikkai's dream of holding the National champion title for all three years, and marking a new day. A day where Seigaku was recognize as the National Champions.

A small smile graced the lips of Tezuka Kunimitsu, the infamous stoic buchou of Seishun Gakuen's tennis club, as the reality of the situation settled in; the entire teams hopes and dreams depended upon a young boy. A heavy burden for anyone to carry, but it had done nothing to deter the freshman, even against all odds, he had pulled through.

Echizen Ryoma had indeed become Seigaku's pillar of support.

xXx

Icy blue eyes opened and shimmered beneath the dull lighting, a wide smile formed on pale pink lips. "So that's what it takes to make you smile." A soft, melodic voice sang, "Saa, Ryo-chan sure is something, isn't he?"

Tezuka lightly coughed and glanced towards the shorter brunet, "Yes." He responded before asking Fuji if he could keep the smile between just them.

"Of course Tezuka." Fuji grinned as he watched his captain stroll towards the courts to congradulate the teams baby. Glancing over his shoulder, the tensai smile brightened. "Hey Inui, you got it didn't you?"

Inui smirked, though it went unnoticed due to the bandages wrapped around his face, and nodded his head, "Yes, it would surely come in handy in the near future."

"I want a copy of the photo for my collection."

The data collector inclined his head, "I was planning on giving each of the regulars a copy for all their hard work. A picture of a smiling Tezuka should be award enough."

Fuji giggled and motioned towards the team, "We should go and congradulate Ryo-chan as well, ne, Inui." With a slight nod of his head, the data collector followed the tensai towards their teammates.

"...and celebrate, ne, Taka-san!" Eiji exclaimed, smile wide and eyes bright, as he glanced towards the taller senior, "It'd be alright."

Takashi nodded with a smile, "Of course it is Eiji; my father wouldn't mind, he'd actually be quite happy to see so much people at the shop." After hearing these words Eiji and Momo began to cheer at the prospect of free food.

Shaking his head, Fuji smiled; and not for the first time, he thanked every Kami he could think of for blessing him as much as they have. He had a wonderful family and the day he brought Echizen Ryoma into Seishun Gakuen, he had gained great friends as well.

Despite knowing and being with the team for two, three years, no one had actually been close friends, they were as close as teammates could be but that was it. But, the day Echizen Ryoma had joined the team, was the day everything changed, it wasn't all at once, the change was gradually and none had actually noticed until it was too late.

Despite his antisocial and apathetic attitude to all things not involving tennis, they saw the boy hidden beneath the mask. A kindhearted and gentle kid; at first you could only get a glimpse and that was only when his cat was in the vicinity, but, as days passed and the more time they spent with him, from rides to and from school, going to the burger palace after practice and even the small things from Oishi's mothering to Tezuka's stern scoldings, it became apparent that the Ryoma that everyone knew, and some loved, was a mask; a disguise used to hide the real tennis prince.

Three months after knowing Ryoma, the Seigaku team was finally privvy to the real Echizen Ryoma, maskless and in the flesh; and they loved him. He were their brother after all, their baby boy.

Fuji sighed as he glanced at Ryoma. He wished the boy would tell them what had happened to him in America, but he didn't wish to push him into telling them, he could tell that whatever occured, it had both traumatized and hurt the boy so badly, he was only just getting over it.

At that though, the brunet clenched his fist. If he ever found out who was responsible for hurting Ryoma, they'd wish their parents had never met each other by the time he was done with them.

"...ko, Fujiko!" A cheerfull voice yelled, startling the tensai. "Mou, Fujiko, where did you go? I was calling your name for at least five minutes." The mad pout that took over the redheads face caused Fuji's lips to twitch. If there was anyone that would equal Ryoma in cuteness it was definitely Kikumaru Eiji.

With a small smile, Fuji nodded his head, "Sorry about that Eijiko, but what it it that you wanted, hm."

Crossing his arms and huffing, Eiji motioned towards the rest of the team, "We were talking about going to 'Kawamura's Sushi' to celebrate our win and wanted your input. So can you come tonight, or should we wait till tomorrow to celebrate?"

"Tonight is fine." The blue eyed male stated with a nod, "Saa, looks like we have visitors."

Eiji whipped around with a small cry of 'unya' and watched in shocked surprise as the former National champs made their way towards them. "Hoi, I wonder what they want, nya."

Tezuka took a step forward to meet the Rikkai captain, "Yukimura, what can we do for you?"

The blunet nodded his head, "I wish to offer you my Congratulations, Tezuka-kun!" Yukimura thrust his arms outwards. "There hasn't been anyone who could last against me when I use my real style, not even Sanada." The blue haired captain smiled, "Your rookie is something to be proud of Tezuka."

"Aa. Domo" Tezuka nodded his head, accepting the hand.

Yukimura glanced at Ryoma who tugged at his cap. "You play a amazing game of tennis Echizen-kun." The sincere compliment stunned boy wonder, "I would very much like to play against you again, if that will be alright."

Ryoma narrowed his before giving a slow nod of his head, "That will be fine."

Yukimura nodded, turning to leave, he paused and glanced over his shoulder, a warm smile graced his lips. "And this time, we'll play fun tennis, hm." With that said, Yukimura led his team away from the stadium, leaving behind them a confused group of Seigaku players.

"Er..." Oishi coughed, "Should we start heading towards Kawamura's Sushi now?" The motherly male questioned glancing towards Tezuka for confirmation and smiled when he recieved a nod, "Alright minna grab your bags and let's head out."

Eiji and Momo cheered each grabbing hold of Ryoma's arm, tugging his towards the entrance while the rest of the team trailed behind them, hiding their amusement, or in Kaidoh's case annoyance as he hissed a quite 'baka yarou' towards Momoshiro's back.

Arriving at the entrance they stopped upon seeing a tall, tanned man leaning against the wall; dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button up shirt and a black jacket left open. "Hey Seishounen-tachi." He greeted with a wide smile.

"Oyaji." Ryoma walked forward, "Your home already."

Nanjirou smile morphed into a smirk as he eyed his son, his little baby boy. "Of course gaki, you didn't actually think I was going to miss your big day, did you?"

Ryoma shrugged, a small smile tugged at his lips, "Che."

"You uncute brat." Nanjirou replied, affection seeping through his words as he brought his son into a hug, "I also want to that minna-san for taking such good care of my precious little champion."

The Seigaku team nodded their heads, "It's no problem, Nanjirou-san, we were only to happy to care for Ryo-chan, his very important to us." Fuji responded, a wide smile on his lips as he watched the father-son pair.

Tezuka and the others nodded his head while Ryoma grumbled about 'embarassing oyaji.'

Nanjirou smiled and ruffled Ryoma's hair, "I just wanted to let you know that I was back, so go on and celebrate your victory." The former tennis pro chuckled and turned on his heels, "Oh" He glanced at the team from over his shoulder, "You are free to spend the night, if you want.

Eiji and Momo were happy, jumping around their teammates and cheering like they just won a lifetime supply of tennis gear. Oishi, Taka, Inui and Kaidoh bowed their heads and thanked the former pro for his generous while Fuji smiled and turned towards their brunet captain.

"Aa." Tezuka nodded his head as he glanced at his teaam one by one, ending at Ryoma, "I assume it's obvious by everyone's reaction, so, we accept your offer."

Nanjirou grinned, "I knew you would. Take care of my baby boy, will you. And I expect you all at the house no later than ten." The ex pro called out.

Oishi smiled and glanced at his friends, "So what now?"

"Let's get something to eat; I'm hungry." Momo whined which earned him an annoyed sounding hissed from none other then the resident 'mamushi' Kaidoh, at hearing the noise, Momo turned and glared at his rival and opened his mouth to yell some choice words but was stopped by Taka telling them his father decided to have the restaurant closed for them.

With nods and voiced agreements, the group of nine left the stadium heading towards Kawamura's sushi for a night of celebrating.

With Nanjirou Sometime Later

'This was not happening! Not now!' Nanjirou gnawed on his lower lips, hands fisted in his hair. 'Damn it all to hell. How did that bitch find us?' Brown eyes narrowed to glare at the white paper that lay in a crumpled ball at his feet. 'How dare she come back, after all these years and try to ruin what is left of Ryoma's life, and especially now when he is finally able to put the past behind him.'

Turning Nanjirou glanced at the clock, which read. '9:50' before turning to peer outside of the window just in time to see Ryoma and his friends enter the gate. The broom haired boy and the redhead were both hanging off his son, which he could tell annoyed the boy by the scowl (read: pout) that formed on his lips, which brought a smile to his face, but it slowly faded as his eyes fell upon the paper ball.

With an annoyed sigh, Nanjirou leaned over and picked the paper up, unfurling the letter, he ran his hands against it trying to straighten it as best as he could. He watched as the group walked into the room; laughing, smiling or trying not to show their amusement for the going on. "Ryoma!"

Furrowing his brows, Ryoma looked at his father; confused. For as long as he could remember, his father rarely ever called him by name, it was always brat or seishounen and the only time he would ever call him by his actual name was when he was serious, upset by something/ someone or a combinition of the two/ three.

"What is it tou-san?" The cat eyed boy glanced towards the paper clutched tightly in his father's hand and deduced that whatever was written on it was something bad. Strolling forward the prince of tennis ptied the letter from the older Echizen's hand and read the contents.

Fuji's eyes snapped open at the multitude of emotions that flittered through his youngest friends eyes and face, while the rest of the team looked alarmed, only to gasp when Ryoma did something so unlike him. He fainted.

Diving forward, Tezuka caught the small boy before he could seriously hurt himself and held the boy close to his chest while the others ran over.

Oishi, nearly hyperventaliting, asked if Ryoma was alright or if he hurt himself, but was silenced when Eiji covered his mouth and uttered reassuring words to the motherly male. "What's going on? Why did Ryoma-chan faint.

Nanjirou sighed and motioned for the group to follow him. Entering the living room, the samurai pointed at the sofa, "You can set him down here, Tezuka-kun."

Instead of setting the boy down, Tezuka took a sit and craddled the smaller boy on his lap, while Fuji sat on one side of him and Oishi on the other; Eiji sat on his aibou lap and the others sat on the floor in front of the couch.

Nanjirou smiled and sat himself down, in a chair across from the teens. "I'm sure you want to know what caused Ryoma to faint." The golden-brown eyed man inclined his head, "It's quite the long story..."

"We have plenty of time Echizen-san." Tezuka interjected hazel eyes narrowed while the rest of the team nodded their heads, "We want to know what's going on and why Ryoma seems so closed off at times."

Fuji tilted his head, "We let Ryoma think that we were ignorant of his pain, but we saw it. At the beginning, it was apparent that he was suffering, but as the days passed and the more time he spent with us, we noticed how his emotional and psycological wounds were slowly being mended; than we saw him smile, actually smile and knew that beneath that cold and indifferent mask he wore, is an innocent child, a child who had never gotten a chance to blossom." The blue eyes narrowed, "And we want to know why that is. Just what sort of past did our baby boy suffer through?"

Nanjirou leaned back in his seat, "Alright then. The first time I noticed something was wrong with Ryoma, he was just four years old..."


Tsuzuku

(To be continued)


-Tenma