More Information:

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.

Pairings:

FujixRyoma

TezukaxAtobe

SanadaxYukimura

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS!

I'm very sorry that I have not updated in...a while...My computer got taken away so...yeah...anyways I hope you enjoy the new chapter!

Chapter 4

(Ryoma POV)

Ryoma sighed gratefully as the Monkey's owner got the brown haired sadist to remove himself from the emerald haired boy and run a few warm-up laps. Giving a short yawn he mindlessly followed the warm ups before getting out his rackets...rackets? He glanced around seeming to nonchalant about it as he eyed the tennis courts looking for the familiar tennis bag that held his very own set of rackets, Did I leave it in the locker rooms?

The young prodigy headed off towards one of the many locker rooms (A/N: There are three main ones for the three main teams and a whole more for the non-special members. Hahaha, that includes Sasabe & Arai!). As he left he was unaware of the four pair of eyes watching him go; three of them being the idiot trio from earlier and the fourth being Ryoma's very own Fuji Shuusuke.

As Ryoma scoured the room incase he left his rackets in here, which he was doubtful of, all he could find was a dusty, mangled looking racket sitting in a empty locker at the end. Sighing, he was about to check around once more when the door slammed open behind him alerting him of the idiot trio, who wore smug grins as they came in.

"Oh, skipping practice?" One of them jeered to him as he still had no clue on what their names were, not like he bothered to learn them. Trying to step by them he was blocked once more and a hard shove almost sent him backwards but luckily he kept his balance, "Weren't you supposed to be polite to your sempais'?" Ryoma shot at them with a smirk causing them to turn a slight red with anger.

"Like I would be polite to an preschooler," Sasabe lashed back causing an imaginary tick mark to appear on Ryoma's head as he was insulted about his height.

"Tch, with your tennis skills you three probably couldn't beat a preschooler," Ryoma snapped back.

"Shut up! Don't act cocky! I would offer you a tennis match with me but seeing that your precious rackets are gone, I guess its an automatic forfeit for you," Arai replied smirking once more until Ryoma walked to the back of the locker rooms and picked up the old racket and held it up with a smirk of his own, "This is what I'll use seeing as it's the only thing worth your so called skills."

Fuji POV

After running his assigned laps Fuji joined the rest of the members to a small warm-up game of match the ''color of the balls to the cones or perish and drink Inui's dreaded drink." As he was playing, doing splendidly well might I add, a small glimpse of emerald colored hair caught his attention causing him to miss. He brushed it off and merely stated that he wanted to try the delicious juice which improved his reputation as the devil amongst the crowd of tennis members as he survived the concoction. Letting someone else take his place he casually walked out of the courts and towards the direction where his so-called angel had disappeared.

He quickly caught up to where they went and watched almost exploding with anger as Sasabe's racket "accidentally" flew out of his hand and into Ryoma's head. Knocking off his white cap and leaving a small gash, Fuji almost snapped his own racket in half while trying to retain his temper.

Despite his anger he was quite pleased to see that Ryoma had his own way of getting revenge; at the end of the match his green-eyed prince had purposely hit twist swerves and some very direct hits towards Sasabe...mostly at his face which started to turn a dark red in some places (There'll be bruises tomorrow :D).

"Why you-" Arai growled after his best-friend was fully knocked out by the smirking 14 year-old, he ran over and grabbed the shirt of the smaller boy and raised his fist.

That's when Fuji almost lost it and intervened with a very, very, fake smile, "Why, Arai-kun you almost looked like you were about to hit Ryoma-chan," his hand gripping the other's wrist and squeezing it with what seemed to be inhuman strength.

As much as Arai might have wanted to retort back, he felt as though he was frozen in place by the bluest eye's he's ever seen that seemed to be glowing dangerously. He gulped as fear over took him, his hand let the boy drop down back onto the ground. Clearing his throat nervously, "No, no...I..I was just about to pat him on the head as a congrats to winning," Arai quickly said wincing inwardly as his voice came out to a nervous squeak instead of the calm and collective voice he was hoping for.

"Oh, a pat on the head? Hmm, do you usually pat people on the head with your hand in a fist while lifting them up?" Fuji asked innocently though on the inside he wanted to fully torture this trio of baboons till they cried for mercy, his fingers digging in to Arai's wrist painfully.

"FUJI!" A voice barked causing him to remove his grip on the arm he wished was broken and turned towards Tezuka who was walking towards them with a stern look on his face. A small crowd had gathered around outside the courts as people had been to scared to enter the gated tennis court which seemed to be screaming Enter and Die and merely watched.

"Hello, Mitsu," Fuji said smiling once more as his hand was gripping Ryoma's shoulder in a protective manner, "Anything wrong?"

Tezuka paused for a brief moment knowing something was up between Fuji and the second-years, "50 laps on the courts, all of you before leaving today. Right now get back to practice and finish your sets. Arai, Gorou, get Sasabe to the infirmary for now before heading back."

"Of course, come on Ryoma-chan lets get a head start before those baboons catch up," Fuji said and without a word from the green-haired boy he whisked him away towards the main practice courts.

Ending this chapter here! Sorry for the shortness of it :( Hopefully the next chapter will be longer! Next chapter will come soon hopefully :D R&R please!