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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.

The school system follows Japan's school system. So Middle School is 7th, 8th, and 9th and High School is 10th(First-year), 11th (Second-year), 12(Third-year).

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!

Hello once again my readers! Just to let you guys know I'm on a trip so my time for writing is very limited so I'll apologize before hand for any stories that need to still be updated! Enjoy the next chapter :)

BTW: Sasabe will be a student in the school and is great friends with Arai...no surprise there huh? Hmm...perhaps I should make them brothers instead...nah...

ENJOY...once again...

Chapter 3

[Ryoma POV]

Ryoma sighed as he finally found the the tennis court that had more people than the first, "OI, FIRST YEAR! HURRY UP! YOUR LATE!" someone yelled to him, " AFTER YOU CHANGE PICK UP THE BALLS WITH THE REST OF YOUR CLASSMATES!"

Classmates? So they assumed I was a first year, ne? He thought as he decided this would be the perfect chance to observe these so-called tennis players.

After changing and putting his white cap over his head he strolled out with his tennis bag which he placed beside the fence and walked almost lazily to where the first-years were picking up the stray tennis balls, keeping one eye on the practicing members. So far, the only word he could think of was pathetic...

His jaw almost dropped in shock at some of the serves which was some of the worst he's ever seen in his entire tennis life, his own father would probably start laughing at these self-proclaimed tennis players. Oh, how the Great Samurai of Tennis would laugh.

Near by an older teen who was being called "Sasabe" by his friends, was boasting about the "Rules of Gripping."

"It's western grip! To hit that kind of spin you use the western grip! Hold it like your shaking hands! Common sense," he laughed cockily before accidentally letting it slip from his hands and drop onto the court. As he bent down and picked it up Ryoma smirked, "Bingo, that's the correct western grip."

Some of the other first-year's laughed at the correction as the teen flushed slightly in both anger and embarrassment, "Che," was all he could say before another person spoke up.

"Hey you're that disrespectful brat this morning," another teen said as he came up behind Sasabe, who looked back at Ryoma before, "Ah! You're that commoner."

Of course...of all the rude and obscene gestures and words you could of used, you used "Commoner." At least your friend came up with a better insult he thought with another of his great inward sighs. "Who are you?" he asked barely going through his thoughts of trying to remember where he'd seen these people.

"Watch your mouth brat," Sasabe snapped still feeling embarrassed by his recent mistake and by the fact that the person who corrected him was the cocky brat he'd seen this morning with Arai and Gorou (A/N: OC...just made up a follower...).

Arai too, was bristling with what could only be called hatred at the smaller male who had not remembered him and was the same who had dared to trip him this morning. Arai turned to Gorou while Sasabe was trying to get the "first-year" to remember them, and whispered his "evil" plans to Gorou who nodded and went off in search of the cocky brat's tennis bag.

Meanwhile, a sudden commotion soon shut up the two who were bothering Ryoma and they turned to look...well...Ryoma more like glanced at the intruding crowd while the rest of the members all suddenly bowed, "Greetings Buchous!"

Whispers were heard around, "Ooh, the regulars,"

"Their meeting must be done."

"I wonder if I could score a point against one of them?"

Murmurs rang through out the tennis court before one of the regulars stepped away from the group entering and headed straight for him. Geh! It's him! he thought feeling the urge to flee but his pride wouldn't let him.

[Fuji POV]

Fuji couldn't help but smile his signature sadistic grin when a flash of emerald hair had caught his attention, the beautiful boy...Yes, beautiful, he had to admit to himself, had joined the tennis club that he belonged to. This boy whom had captured his interest had quite the bored-out-of-my-mind look on his face as he was hounded by the regular tennis club bullies.

The rest of the regulars seemed to notice the sadistic aura get stronger all of the sudden and immediately moved away from the tensai except for a certain navy haired teen who was the only one who could stand near the sadist and not get hurt...The reason? He too, was a sadist and good friends with the light brown haired genius.

"Ryo-chan I see you've joined the tennis club," he said walking over with the same smile as he chose to address the golden-eyed boy as "Ryo-chan" rather than "Ryo-baby." He noticed the other members who surrounded Ryoma tense as the sadist got nearer and nearer.

The boy answered with a nod slightly glaring at him for the use of his new nickname before a slight rap on the back of his head caused the boy to turn around to Arai who hissed, "Be polite."

"That's right Arai. You should be polite to your sempai," Fuji responded his aura getting darker as he pointed to Ryoma as he said "Sempai."

Arai and pretty much everyone else all glanced at the short-teen whom they had deemed as a first-year, "NANI?! This gaki's older than us?!" Arai shouted clearly not believing it.

Fuji had a sudden urge to strangle the thick-headed idiot in front of him, "Not by age but by grade," he said simply smiling before hugging the boy close to him as he noticed Ryoma trying to make a quick get-away from the discussion. The way Fuji hugged the boy clearly stated "MINE. Touch and you'll be living the rest of your life in HELL." Everyone gladly obliged.

"Anyways Second-Year's back to practice and First-Year's continue with your drills and pick up the balls," A dark haired stoic barked which got Arai and his buddies to scramble away and continue with their practice while they vowed to get back at the firs- *Ahem* short Third-Year when the sadist wasn't around.

"Ho~ Oresama see's the disrespectful commoner is back," Atobe jeered as he slung himself around Tezuka while Fuji still clung to Ryoma who was trying to get away before shooting another remark back:

"I didn't know monkey's were allowed on the tennis courts."

"ORESAMA IS NOT A MONKEY!" Atobe almost hissed glaring daggers at the boy.

"Oh, before I forget," Ryoma said suddenly remembering something and held out his hand towards Tezuka who looked at the boy quite puzzled.

"Yes?"

"You still need to pay me back for buying your monkey a banana at lunch today."

Atobe would have launched himself at the smaller teen if he wasn't being hugged by the brown-haired tensai, "Once again. ORESAMA. IS. NOT. A. MONKEY!"

Very sorry for the short chapter! Please R&R!

Here is a list of the couples so far! Please tell me if you'd like to recommend anymore couples :)

FujixRyoma

TezukaxAtobe

SanadaxYukimura