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Ryoma only returned to Japan in High school in this story, not middle school.

Echizen Ryoma: 14 years old, smart enough to skip two grades and belong in a senior class. Won the scholarship easily.

Fuji Shuusuke: 17 years old, soon to be owner of Fuji Co.

The private high school is Seihou Academy.

Uniforms

Male: Coat is a navy; pants are greyish silver with a white undershirt and a greyish silver tie. Emblem is a silver phoenix.

Female: Is the same as the male but with a greyish silver skirt and no tie.

Disclaimer:I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS!

I will be trying to stick to the story line of prince of tennis with a few mix-ups

Chapter 2

[Ryoma POV]

Ryoma made his way to the lunch line taking a quick glance at the prices and menu before turning around, HOW DOES A FRICKEN BENTO COST THAT MUCH!? He angrily thought as he let out an angry huff not noticing the slight wanton looks of the people around him as he was too distracted by the outrageous prices for a meal.

Guess I'll have to go hungry. I wish I saved that apple for later, he thought making his way back to the classroom barely noticing the "Hello's" or for some mysterious reason, "Hello, Ryoma-sama" from some girls that he walked by. He slightly noticed some of the males being a bit touchy with him but he merely brushed it off as he entered the classroom.

The Monkey King was gone along with the stoic brown-haired teen who was replaced with a raven-haired stoic teen instead, he shrugged inwardly, What's the difference?

The smiling one was chatting with the bluenette but the minute the closed-eyed student saw him he immediately got up and strolled over to him. For some reason Ryoma had a sudden thought of running for his life as the smiling tensai came towards him, "Ryo-chan? I thought you were going to buy lunch?"

He silently cursed the stupid nickname he had somehow received, "It's Echizen," he said in a monotone voice as he sat down in his desk and laid his head down for another nap.

"Saa~ I like Ryo-chan much better than Echizen. But I suppose I could change it to Ryo-baby instead," Fuji said thoughtfully as he sat down after pulling up a chair to Ryoma's desk.

"No, thank you," Ryoma said immediately after hearing his new nickname, "It's Echizen once again," he sighed feeling like he wasn't getting anywhere with this closed-eyed sadist.

"Hmm~ I'll let you call me Shuusuke, Ryo-baby since I was a little late in introducing myself," Fuji said clearly ignoring Ryoma as he insisted on being called "Echizen."

The emerald-haired boy rolled his eyes as he gave up correcting the babbling teen beside him and tried to fall asleep, his head resting on his arms fully turned towards the window.

He pretended to sleep and was glad when the lunch bell was rung and the next teacher walked in. Taking advantage of the annoyance gone and with the muttering of the teacher he soon fell asleep only having to wake up once during the period as the teacher called him on a question which he answered correctly making him think twice on calling on the snoozing golden-eyed boy.

Ryoma yawned glad that school was finally over and slung his tennis bag over his back as he made his way towards the tennis courts. He was very impressed with the tennis facility which the school had put much money and thought into it. The tennis facility has four outside tennis courts, two indoor courts, three locker rooms, a storage shed, and a private gym.

The school's tennis club members were separated into three teams; Seigaku, Hyotei, and Rikkaidai which consisted of 24 regulars (Eight regulars for each tennis team), and a whole lot of tennis members.

Ryoma strolled around unsure on where to go as his sense of direction was somewhat terrible though he would never admit it. He paused by one of the tennis courts which only had a few people playing or should he say fooling around.

A pair of second-years had enticed a trio of first-years whom should have been Ryoma's true classmates, into playing "Knock down the can and get tricked into paying a large sum of money."

The younger teens were trying to get out of the gamble that they had been tricked into.

"That's not fair sempai!"

"You tricked us!"

"It's your own fault that your tennis skills are horrible," the second-years chuckled before turning towards Ryoma who they noticed was standing just outside the court watching unimpressed by all their so-called tennis skills, "Oi, gaki why don't you give it a try?"

Ryoma gave an inward sigh as he walked towards them, "Are you sure sempai?" he asked with a smirk as he took out his racket and a tennis ball, "If I do knock it down, you owe me double the amount."

Che, cocky bastard the second-years thought, "Fine, but if you don't you owe us triple the amount," one of them said clearly underestimating the short emerald-haired teen.

He said nothing but served the ball quickly hitting the top of the can with enough force to topple the can spilling its continents: rocks.

"HEY! Sempai you DID trick us! You said it was an empty can! You owe us our money back," the trio yelled. The second-years gritted their teeth and glared at the boy who exposed their secret to the success. One of them grabbed him by the collar of his uniform, "Stupid gaki!"

"OI! Don't think you can pick on freshmen while the regulars are in a meeting!" a spiked haired teen said as he came over before directing his attention to Ryoma who was putting his racket away in his bag, "Hey you've got some skills! Play a game with me!"

He smirked slightly as he slung his bag over his back once more, "Hmm~ I don't feel like wasting my time on an injured person," he called as he walked away from the courts to find the coach so he could sign up for the tennis club.

Huh? He could tell?! The spiked haired teen thought as he watched the cocky cat-eyed boy leave the court, a small group of girls who had watched were cooing over on 'how cool' the emerald-haired boy was.

Sorry for the short chapter! Next chapter will be out soon!