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 and the plot.
OC's: The three main OC's and their family who will play significant roles. They are Ryoma psuedo aunts, uncles and cousins.
-The nicknames were changed
Alexander James De Vera
(Nicknamed: The Princess )
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Elliot Sylvan Hawthorne
(Nicknamed: The King)
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Chroma Fain Cunningham
(Nicknamed: The Prince)
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-(Ryoma's nickname, if you couldn't guess is, in fact, the Queen:)
A promise to protect
and
A new hope
Frozen in shock, the Seigaku regulars stared disbelievingly at the Samurai before comprhension dawned, and yells broke out; Eiji and Momo being the loudest, profanities escaping the latters mouth as he cursed the woman who was abusing his youngest friend for so long. Kaidoh was hissing agressively, eyes narrowed and a scowl curling his lips; he wouldn't allow anyone to hurt the boy he considered a brother, mother or not, then again, she could hardly be called a mother now could she.
Oishi and Taka would've fainted had they not been to worried about Ryoma's mentality and trying to calm Eiji and Momo down. Inui was mentally colculating and trying to figure out the best course of action to take to better protect Ryoma. Despite Tezuka calm, stoic visage, the group could tell their captain was beyond pissed, by the clenching of his jaw, and the apparent anger in his gaze that promised pain to anyone who tried to hurt anyone close to him, especially his pillar. And Fuji, was shaking, no not shaking, trembling, in rage. The hate and malice he felt for the woman poured through his pores.
"If that bitch even dares to breathe in the same direction as Ryoma, I'll fucking slit her throat." hissed Fuji, eyes opened and glinting, "I'd be doing the world a favor by getting rid of trash like her." at this moment, the only person who'd be able to snap Fuji out of his sadism would be Ryoma. "How dare she ruin his childhood and then make a return to ruin his present, unacceptable." the blue eyed tennis genius was in full rant, which terrified his friends.
Momoshiro, Eiji, Kaidoh, Oishi and Taka glanced towards the brunet, and couldn't stop the shiver that overtook their body at the sight of the effeminate male. If people thought Fuji was scary before, well, they'd be hell pressed not to piss their pants and suffer a heart attack at the look the young man was sporting. Inui was writing something down into his notebook, what it was, no one could even warrant a guess. And Tezuka was as stoic as ever.
"And that's why he's known as the sadistic tensai!" Momoshirou whispered to his rival, who hissed out an agreement, or what the dunk smash percieved as an agreement.
Fuji turned towards Momo and flashed a red herring smile, which put every-one on edge, especially the person the smilee was directed to, "Did you say something Momoshiro?"
Shaking his head rapidly, Momo denied, "No! I didn't say anything Fuji-senpai, what makes you think I said anything?" sweat started dripping from Momo's forehead.
"Saa..." Fuji nodded his head, thoughtfully, a hand cupped his chin, eyes closed and a small smile painted across his lips, "I must've heard wrong then. I should have known you wouldn't call me a sadist, hm." Momo shook his head while the others watched in amusement.
Nanjirou watched them for a while before he chortled. He couldn't help it. These kids were so amusing. He was glad his son had other people he could rely on instead of his friends in America.
Hearing the laughter, everyone turned towards the sound, and watched as Nanjirou bent over, holding his stomach, "Eh, you kids are a riot. I believe you'll get along well wth Ryoma's other friends. The royal four."
"The royal four?" Oishi questioned, while the rest of the group looked curious at the name, "Is that the name for Ryoma and his three friends in America?"
Nanjirou gave a nod of his head, "Yeah, though I'm not sure how they came to be known by those names and whenever anyone asked, they'd change the subject; maybe you guys would be able to get it out of him."
Fuji chanced a glance in the direction where Ryoma lay and blinked when dazed golden eyes slitted open, and hummed, "I guess Ryoma-chan could tell us, right Ryo-chan?"
A grunt, "Tell you what exactly Fuji-senpai?"
"Nya, hoi, ochibi, why are you and your friends called the royal four. I bet you were the prince weren't you, that's probably why your nickname is the prince of tennis. ne?"
Ryoma turned his head away, a pink shade dusting his cheeks. "Not really, no." he turned and glance at his friends. "Elliot is the King, Alexander's the Princess, Chroma is the prince and I..." Ryoma had no need to continue, as the group could figure it out for themselves.
Momoshiro and Kikumaru, erupted into laughter. Oishi, Taka, Inui, Kaidoh and Fuji were polite in their amusement and tried to hide their laughter Tezuka was stone faced, but if you knew him as well as the group did, you knew he was just as amused as the others.
Nanjirou chortled, "No wonder you kept quite. Wait until everyone finds out that your the queen in the relationship. I would've pegged you as the princess, seeing how much of a brat you could be."
Ryoma's eyebrow twitched. "Shut up." he mumbled, turning his head away.
"Don't worry, Ryoma-chan." Fuji smiled, "At least we know what we could do for the end of the year cultural festival." the brunet smiled, widened at the thought as he glanced towards the captain, "We could do a skit about Sailor Moon." Fuji chuckled, "That way Ryo-chan isn't the only one playing dress-up. And of course, he'll be Sailor moon, the leader of the sailor senshi and neo Queen Serenity. The rest of us will be his guardian soldiers; I want to be Venus. Tezuka, you can be Pluto, Eiji, Mars. Inui is Uranus. Kaidoh is Neptune. Oishi is Mercury. Taka-san can be jupiter and Momo could be Saturn." the smile widened into a grin, the end curled with a sadistic pleasure at seeing his teammates expressions.
The rest of the Seigaku regulars sans Eiji, deadpanned at the idea and glanced at each other. There was no way any of them could pull of being a girl. The only one who could and look good doing so would be Eiji, Ryoma and Fuji, each of them being on the feminine side, the latter two more so.
Nanjirou continued to laugh, imagining his son and his team in short skirts, blouses, boots, the whole get-up and it cracked him up. "Haha! I love it. Fuji, you are a genius."
Ryoma rolled his eyes, really, must his father indulge the sadist.
"Why thank-you Nan-ji-chan." the brunet hummed, closing his eyes, a bright smile painted across his lips, the ends curled a bit hinting at the sadistic pleasure he was having at his friends expense.
Momoshiro scowled at the thought, "No way!" he yelled gaining everyone's attention, including a very unamused tensai, whose blue eyes was opened and glinting, "If anything, you would be Saturn, Fuji-senpai, or even Inui-senpai!" with that the dunk smash player crossed his arms and turned his head away.
The group stared at Momo blankly, Kaidoh hissed a 'dumbass' under his breath. They didn't know whether to palm their forehead or not at Momo's comment.
"Anyways." Inui cleared his throat, "I don't believe we'll be doing a skit this year Fuji. Ryuuzaki-sensei already told the principal that we were doing a cosplaying cafe, like a host club, sort of thing."
Fuji hummed, "Well, that's okay, we could still use the sailor senshi outfit to cosplay at the cafe." the tensai smiled, amused. "I'd imagine a lot of the teen boys wouldn't mind, as well as the girls."
Desprete to change the subject, Oishi was about to say something when the phone rang, silencing everyone as they all glanced towards the contraption, to see it was Ryoma's phone. Fuji reached over and took it, pressing the speaker phone, incase it was the boys mother, or some hired thug, he motioned for Ryoma to speak.
"Hello."
What followed next was a series of yells blending and mixing until all you heard was a jumbled mess of loud noise. After several minutes of this, Ryoma told the people on the other line to shut up.
"Now, one at a time, tell me slowly, what's going on?" he glanced at his friends and mouthed the words, 'Chroma, Elliot and Alexander.' to which they gave a nod and settled down.
"Abbiamo sentito parlare la tua squadra vince, dei Congratulazioni cittadini."
Lost and confused the group glanced towards Tezuka. Oishi asking if he knew what was being said. Tezuka furrowed his brows a bit and gave a slight nod of his head, "I believe the speaker heard about our victory and is congradulating Ryoma."
Nanjirou smiled, "That's pretty good, kid captain. It takes me a while before I can actually understand what is being said, but, Ryoma's pretty good with the language though. Could speak it just as good as English and Japanese before he was even five."
"Grazie"
Nanjirou grinned, "I know that one, Ryoma said thank-you." Tezuka gave a nod of his head indicating that he was indeed right about that. "That word is so common it's hard not to know it by now."
"Wir sind so stolz auf dich Ryoma"
Tezuka blinked his eyes. "They are proud of him, I guess for winning the nationals." the captain furrowed his brows. First it was Italian and now German, he wondered what the last one would speak in.
"Danke"
Nanjirou smirked, "He said, 'thank-you' again."
Fuji chuckled, "Even speaking to his close friends, he's a person of few words."
Nanjirou nodded his head, "Elliot is the same way. Chroma has a personality sort of like yours and Inui, sans the notebook and mathematic mumble jumble and is most likely the reason why that seishounen can handle your sadism without blinking."
"So Chroma is some sort of like data collecting Sadist?" The light haired tensai inquired, with a raised brow. That was kinda facinating; and a lot of options to blackmail others, maybe he should try that out.
Nanjirou hummed, "Yeah. Alexander is the complete opposite though. He's like Eiji and Oishi rolled into one. Hyperactive but softhearted; easily moved by emotions and brought to tears."
"Ryoma, comment faites-vous? Êtes-vous blessé? Nous avons entendu votre adversaire a été difficile; il a fermé tous vos sens."
The words caused Fuji to pause in what he was going to say and turned towards his captain, curious at the concern sounding voice and deduced that this must be Alexander.
"He is asking how Ryoma is doing and if he's hurt. They heard that his opponent had the abilty to turn off someone's senses." Tezuka furrowed his broes, "That's pretty much what he said."
"Je suis bien princesse Alex. Yukimura jouer au tennis effrayant."
Tezuka furrowed his brows, "Hm, Ryoma said that he's fine and that Yukimura plays scary tennis." the captain gave a nod at that. The Rikkaidai captain's tennis was really something, the rest of the team shivered at the reminder.
"Why are you three speaking in your native tongue? Where are you?"
A hyper voice, the one that just spoke cut through the room, "At the private landing. waiting for the jet. It's getting feuled up and all that; we're eating right now."
Ryoma grunted, "Heading to New York already? Isn't school still going on"
"No Ry, school let out Yesterday, so we're already in New York." a light, soft voice replied with a chuckle, "As soon as the jet is finished, we're coming to Japan to visit you. So make sure to be at the airport tomorrow, Ryo."
Nanjirou choked, "Hey, does your parents even know what you three are doing? I'm pretty sure you haven't told them what your planning on doing."
"We left them letters, beside our parents aren't even here." An indifferent voice responded to Nanjirou's questioning, "So we decided to go visit Ryoma, since it's been nearly a year since we've seen him."
Ryoma groaned, "You really should tell your parents, they'll be worried when they find out you've taken the private jets, again."
"Don't worry Ryo, as Elli said, we wrote them letters; Henry has them and he knows to give them to our parents when they come home, and if they should call, to read the letter to them, so either way they'll know we took the jet and we're in Japan."
Nanjirou shook his head, "Kids these days." he mourned."So troublesome."
Ryoma ignored his father's bitching and continued to chat with his friends, before they said there were boarding the jet and they'll call upon landing at the airport.
"Well, that's interesting." Fuji smied, "You don't mind us coming with you, do you Ryo-chan?" the tensai blinked open blue eyes to stare at Ryoma, who shook his head in the negatibe, causing a wider smile to form on the light haired males lips. "Great!"
Ryoma brow twitched and bit and he turned away from Fuji to glance at his father, "Is the rooms ready, oyaji?" Nanjirou mumbled several choice words about how his son was such an uncute brat, and he would never understand where this attitude came from, before nodding his head at his son's question.
With a lighthearted goodnight, Ryoma led his teammates/ friends towards the stairs, "You've been here so much, you really don't need me showing you to the rooms you have been using since first coming here."
Agreeing with that the group wished each other goodnight, with Eiji and Momo hugging the smaller boy and the others offering smies as they separated into groups of two, well most of them did, the only ones who didn't were Ryoma, Fuji and Tezuka.
Elsewbere
with
Atobe Keigo
Wide blue eyes stared at the paper in his hand, glancing side to side, he observed every word with a frown, before glacing towards an older man sitting behind a desk, eyes just as blue stared back.
"What is this grandfather? And why are you showing me something like it."
Folding his hands upon the flat surface of the desk, the older Atobe stared at his grandson, "I'm aware that you know this boy, at the very least is aquainted with him I heard you and your friends talking about him one day, I knew his name sounded familiar but it never connected until I saw this folder sitting on my desk, then I remembered why he was so familiar.
Atobe Keigo stared at the sheets of paper in front of him, with tremblng hands he re-read everything written, 'Echizen Ryoma, 7 years old, hospitalization, nearly died three times, currently in a coma... Blue eyes hardened as he gripped the folder, he won't let whoever did this get away. He'll make them pay for their crimes against Ryoma.
Elsewhere
Rikkaidai tennis
team!
The Rikkai team glanced at their captain, whose smile was still wide and excited every since they left the stadium; they had never seen their captain so pleased at a lost match. "Echizen Ryoma, that boy-a sure is interesting, isn't he?"
Sanada gave a nod of his head, "Sure is." the dark haired vice captain crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at his best friend, "You want to play him again, Seiichi?"
The blunet gave hummed, "Yes, and like I told Echizen-kun..." blue eyes gazed towards the darkened sky, "It'll be with fun tennis instead of our usual play style, after all Rikkaidai deserve to have sometime off just to relax. We can invite Seigaku and Hyotei as well, maybe even Shitenhoji. What do you guys think?"
The outspoken ones cheered their agreement, while the more reserved and quite ones nodded their consent, it would prove to be very interesting at the least, with so many rival tennis players being in the same place at the same time.
"Possiblity of everyone agreeing to this: 100 percent." Yanagi replied facing his captain.
Yukimura smiled, "Great, I'll notify Tezuka, Atobe and Shiraishi later." with that said the group split up, each of them heading towards their respective homes, chatting happily about their vacation; the excitement they felt practically buzzed through the air.
Sanada stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and faced his best friend, "So, what's on your mind Seiichi?" the vice captain, tilted his head downwards, the brim of his cap shadowing his eyes, "I know there is something more you wish to say, so..."
Yukimura Seiichi smiled lightly, "That Echizen Ryoma, he really is as good as everyone says, if not better." the blunet ran slim fingers through his short, wavy blue hair, "And to think, he's only twelve, I'm looking forward to see his final limits, it's going to be interesting."
Sanada glanced at his captain and nodded his head, "Aa." he replied crossing his arms. Ryoma was a really good tennis player, one of the best he has ever played against. And to be able to defeat Yukimura and his yip tennis, it was an amazing feat and not something that a lot of people could say they accomplished.
Yukimura chuckled at the reply he got from his best friend, "It gives you some kind of thrill, ne, there's something very exciting about playing against him; the way his eyes shine, the fire flaring within them, it ignites something deep inside and no matter what you want to keep playing him because that high you get it's just that addicting; like a drug." whispered Yukimura "Is that how it was for you Sanada? Is that how you felt when you faced him?"
"Aa" Sanada gave a brief nod of his head, "The rush of playing an opponent that never gives up, who thrives off a challenge, that evolves even while in a match." the vice captain closed his eyes, "Yeah, I felt that. Ryoma overcame every obstacle I threw at him, even when he was being pressured by my invisible serve and all hope looked bleak, he evolved; after that I stood no chance and he managed to defeat me!"
Yukimura nodded his head, "Saa, he never loses his cool and never backs down, even when the win seems impossible; it's as if he can adapt to any given situation, which makes his tennis style a hundred times more frightening then even mine. He really does deserve the title, 'The Prince of Tennis,' ne?"
Sanada nodded his head in agreement, "Aa. He's going to go far."
Yukimura turned and smiled at his friend, "I'll see you tomorrow, Gen!"
"Aa, see ya!" he called back as they parted ways.
Yukimura turned the corner and looked up at the twinkling stars and smiled, "I'll see you soon, Echizen-kun; you are an interesting person and I wish to figure you out for myself!' with that thought in mind the blue haired captain started for home, unaware of what the next day will bring forth.
Elsewhere
in
Osaka, the Kansai area
"I'll finally get my revenge on that brat. It may have taken five years but I'm finally in a position where I can't get caught as easily and those idiots will never think to look for me here of all places." Rinko gripped the arms of her chair, "Soon that demon brat will be dead, and Nanjirou will come to his senses and everything will be as it was before that brat corrupted my love." Cruel laughter filled the room causing shivers to shoot up and down the spines of everyone who heard the sound.
Tsuzuku
(To be continued)
AN: If my German, French or Italian was off, I apologize to any who are native speakers of those language(s).
Tenma
