It Began on the Streets
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Things to know:
Ama – father
Ina – mother
Part 10
Ryoma's hand slowly, slowly reached for the hidden appendage. He began to wonder what the hell in his life did he deserve this kind of torture? The torture, more like torturer, you ask? Well none other than our favorite, ever-smiling Fuji Syuusuke.
You would wonder why he was close to pulling out his hidden knife and stabbing said torturer? His torturer made him wear something that was a total monstrosity! He wanted to kick and scream.
But he didn't. Fuji told him that there would be someone that he was dying to meet. The only person he couldn't wait to meet would be Tatsuha, who he's met on a few occasions. He tugged nervously at the end of his hair, which was now longer to make the look effective.
They arrived to pick up Tezuka, who was finished getting ready. Ryoma totally hated his life now.
"Don't worry about it Ryoma-kun, no one would know any better. Just think of it as a mission you have to complete. Besides, Tezuka wouldn't know the difference," Fuji assured him. Ryoma just glared at him.
"Did you have to make me wear heels?" Ryoma asked tapping the shoes against the floor.
"I figured you'd want to appear taller. You're like a dwarf compared to Tezuka." Ryoma growled in response.
"Did you have to make me wear this-this monstrosity!"
"C'mon Ryoma, like that scandal with me and Keigo, you wouldn't want the public to start about Tezuka now, do you? Besides I think you look pretty as a woman."
Fuji took in Ryoma's appearance, suggested by yours truly. He picked out a simple black dress that had slits on both sides to the thighs, sleeveless, and with a neck cover. It covered his back so his tattoo wouldn't show. They were able to disguise the arm injury with some good second skin cover. They would have used sleeves but it wouldn't match. Plus they placed on blue color contacts to change his eye color so he wouldn't be recognized or suspicious. To finish it off he added the black high heels that was strap less and easy to slip on and off. It was so Ryoma wouldn't complain much. Fuji also added extensions that reached to mid-back. Kaori and Kasumi were the ones who did the makeup. There was gloss on his lips, his eye outlined with eyeliner, and had a bit of light eye shadow. All in all, Ryoma looked like a beautiful woman. They also did something about the missing 'asset', clever idea really, Kasumi's idea.
"Syuusuke is right Ryoma. If I was straight, I'd try to hit on you," Atobe teased the younger. Ryoma didn't take it too kindly. Atobe backed away to the seat as a knife was non-too-gently placed touching his neck.
"Shut up Monkey King, or I'll rip your vocal chords out," Ryoma threatened. He'd gotten to stop calling Atobe monkey and opted for Monkey King since Atobe did act like he was some 'God'.
"Maa… Ryoma-kun put that down. We're almost there. When we get to the party with Tezuka it'll be over before you know it." Fuji said making Ryoma sit back down across from them. 'I can't believe I got dragged into this.' Ryoma thought.
After a silent drive they finally made it to Tezuka's house. He just had to live on the other side of town from Atobe. But Ryoma could understand why. Who would want to live close to some wannabe God? Fuji stepped out and tugged on his arm.
"Come Ryoma-kun. We need Tezuka to approve of you first! I'm sure he wouldn't object," he said dragging Ryoma up. His protests were not heeded. Unfortunately they made it to the front door.
This time Tezuka answered the door, ready to go. But then he stopped before he stepped outside to see his 'escort' to the party. He had momentarily forgot about that part. He saw the person hiding behind Fuji, probably about to strangle him or something. Tezuka wouldn't mind. It would get Fuji out of his hair forever.
Unfortunately, for both, Fuji noticed and forcefully dragged Ryoma from behind him, throwing him directly in front of Tezuka. If you were really lucky, you wouldn't trip on your heels, but since this is Ryoma he isn't. If you were really, really lucky, you wouldn't be falling into your crush's arms, but since this is a fanfic then the unfortunate isn't.
Tezuka caught him before he hit the ground. Ryoma steadied himself holding onto Tezuka's arms. He was silently fuming at Fuji's sudden jerk. He turned around to face Fuji, glaring at the sadist.
"Dammit Fuji-san, that's the second time. If you want to live till your next birthday you better stop doing this! You're lucky that Tezuka-san is here," Ryoma exclaimed finally straightening himself. Tezuka couldn't believe this. He had to admit that Fuji did a wonderful job. He didn't realize it at first. Ryoma looked captivating.
"I wouldn't mind," Ryoma heard Tezuka mutter. Ryoma looked at him in disbelief. Fuji just kept his smiling mask on.
"In that case I'll do it now." Ryoma was about to do it until he was held back. Tezuka kept him in place since he was still holding his arms.
"Later, Atobe still needs him." He stepped out of the doorway shutting the front door behind him. He then turned to Ryoma. "Can you walk?"
"Ah, Hai."
-X-
Ryoma was bored. He wondered how people find this enjoyable. He stuck to Tezuka's side as Fuji had said. He wouldn't dare wander off with the leering looks sent his way. Not like he couldn't handle himself.
The place was big. Of course Atobe would never settle for less. Tables were arranged at a random yet organized order. Food was the same and was neatly ordered around the table. It was like a grand ballroom.
Right now they were sitting at a round table with other nameless business people and their wives that Ryoma didn't file into memory. He wasn't going to see them again anyways. But the best part is, Tatsuha was there along with his father. That meant he couldn't do anything. Well, he couldn't do anything anyways because he might blow his cover. The sad part was Tatsuha sat next to him. He knew he should've sat by Fuji. He'd rather suffer some paranoia.
"So Tezuka-san it's finally nice that you're settling down," one nameless woman stated. "Atobe-san informed us that you and Rinko-san were already engaged." Rinko is Ryoma's cover name. He chose it because it popped into his head. He ignored Tezuka and Fuji's surprised look. He filed that for later in the 'things to investigate' part.
One thought ran through both Ryoma and Tezuka's minds: Must kill Atobe/What the hell? They both sent a glare towards him. He grinned back at them. Haha… Payback! Seemed to be the silent word.
"Haha…if only I was as lucky in picking a beautiful wife." A man had said. His wife had hit him playfully on the arm. Ryoma wanted to hit his head on the table. He had the urge to gauge Atobe and Fuji's eyes out.
"So when's the date?" a nameless woman asked.
"We haven't set a date yet," Tezuka answered quickly. Inside he was brimming with anger or annoyance, he couldn't tell. Ryoma looked at him in disbelief. But then regained his composure. This was going to be one hell of a night.
-X-
The ride back home was silent. Not a word was said only the regulated breathing or shifting of positions were the only noises trying to dispel the tense silence.
Ryoma sat with his hand flipping the knife backwards and forwards. He looked out the window next to him watching as they passed by the streets. He did notice that Atobe was looking fearfully at it as if it was about to strike him.
Tezuka sat at the other end of the seat with his arms crossed. He looked out the opposite window. A lot seemed to be on his mind. He was sure this would be all over the corporate news by tomorrow. These people were huge gossipers. A secret could never stay a secret for long. How dare Atobe put him in this predicament.
"Do you mind not doing that?" Atobe spoke to Ryoma who looked at him with a glare. He was nervous about it stabbing him.
"Give me a good reason why I should?" Ryoma responded coldly. Atobe gave his reasons and Ryoma responded with threats.
"Saa… Tezuka, are you going to stop him?" Fuji asked smiling at the other. Tezuka merely looked at him.
"Should I?" Tezuka responded.
"Why not?"
"You tell me."
Before Fuji could respond the limo swerved to the left and then the right. This knocked the four of them off balance. Since they didn't wear seatbelts they were also moving side to side. They felt relief when the car finally stopped.
Tezuka immediately moved to the opposite side of Ryoma as he realized what position they were just in. Though it was proven unsuccessful as Fuji had taken a picture already.
Ryoma was not amused either. He fought to keep a blush down but then regained his composure immediately as he realized something was wrong. His instincts took over.
Click…Was that a click of the safety? He quickly pulled all of them down under the windows as bullets began blazing over them breaking the windows. After a while it stopped. But he signaled them to stay down. Luckily there was hardly any light outside. Nothing happened for a while. Ryoma heard footsteps approaching and looked to the right door. He got ready.
As soon as the door opened he gripped a couple of handles and kicked the person towards the group behind them knocking them down like bowling pins. He quickly did that to his left as the door also opened. He quickly made the black window separating them from the driver go down. He waited behind the driver seat. A gun was pointed at the occupants but the driver couldn't see Ryoma behind him. Before he knew it, hands grasped his face and twist! Ryoma relieved him of it and checked the cartridge and grabbed some extras that the guy had. He opened the driver door and pushed the body out. He only bought so much time.
He looked towards the three. "Someone drive this thing!" he commanded. Fuji was ahead of him as he already went to the front and closed the driver door before speeding off. Ryoma cursed as one car split into three as they were being chased. He quickly fired at the windows from the back only to curse a few seconds later as he realized they were bulletproof. He reloaded the cartridge and fired on the hoods of the cars. It got rid of one. The other two cars were shooting at him and he did two perfect shots towards the shooters, quickly finishing them off. He then quickly got rid of the two cars following them.
Ryoma sighed in relief and sat back down across from the two corporate leaders. They were rather surprised. Atobe did know why but he was still shocked from all of it. After all, they could've died right there. He saw Ryoma lay across the seats. He was about to say something but the words died from his lips as he heard something click and the weapon was pointing in his direction.
"Don't say a word. Wake me when we get back," Ryoma stated before placing the safety back on and lying back down instantly falling asleep with the weapon still in his hand as if ready to strike.
Tezuka just watched the transaction before deciding it wouldn't be right to say anything at the moment. Fuji just chuckled.
-X-
Tatsuha snatched a cigarette and lit the end while he glanced briefly at a photo, framed in the finest. It was a picture of three children: him, his younger sister and older brother smiling while doing something funny. He scoffed at how bad they seemed to turn out.
He blew out some smoke as his eyes glanced at the papers currently resting on the desk. He was debating on whether to laugh or be angry about it. He glanced at the twelve year old newspaper clips.
'Freshman Tennis Regular of Seishun Gakuen kidnapped?'
'Renowned Prince of Tennis Missing'
Really he should've realized it before. He wanted to laugh but it was immoral, especially at this moment. Really, he should be crying his eyes out.
He glanced down at the dead body on the floor and smirked.
"Ne, Ama, he avoided me twice. Maybe I should tell him about his Ina? What to do you thing Dad?" he said kicking the dead body a little. "Seems like I need to practice for your funeral ne Ama?"
He stood up walking around the body and leaving the office. By tomorrow, this company was already his.
TBC--------------
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