You may wanna be atleast 13 and older when reading this, maybe set the bar higher. There wont be anything sexual, but...

The dark and scary is coming up and the teachers will get names soon. Also the couple will present itself probably in the next chapter if someone wants it be someone you can ask. Please if you can make it someone from Seigaku though, or just wait for me to write it, or or ...take a guess....that's always interesting to see who you think. maybe

Disclaimer: I Do Not own Prince of Tennis, all rights belong to Takeshi Konomi.

It seemed to be another bright and wonderful day as Sakuno walked onto her new high school campus sluggishly. The wind was refreshing and playful, but Sakuno was unaware of it and could only see it as a bother to her hair. While the multiple flowers of shape and color waved to her a she walked by she seemed too spaced to care. Not that she didn't like flowers or a wonderful day, but everything since she woke had a weird feeling.

Sakuno walked into class to see Miku was not at her desk and during class the teacher announced she had come down with the stomach flu and would be out for a while. He asked though that the students make something he can give her mother as a get well gift. Every one seemed extremely happy about the idea and the fact that instead of telling the class of their personal stories about the reason they have their fear they can just tell their names and phobia name.

It was so simple that even Sakuno went through it with out much strife and was excited about finding something to make Miku as a get well gift. It was difficult considering Sakuno barely knew the girl, but she did admirer her a lot for her spunk and courage to stand up like she does. She is such a strong person I guess her body was just weak, but she didn't look like she would be. She looked like she kept herself in top shape; she must have had something bad on accident. Yes, that must be it.

"Ah, also her mother request that none of you come visit. It is important more Miku-san to get her rest and she wont want too when company is over." He said finally giving the room a quick look over before sitting down behind his desk. During the rest of the class period people came up and handed them their make shift gifts and cards to the teacher which he stuffed in his bag and gave a smile.

It has been a week since the class last heard the news of Miku's sickness, and she still hasn't come back. The students were starting to get worried about her but the teacher wouldn't tell them her address.

"I think he's hiding something, I never liked him." One whispered while gave a nod.

"She should have been back by now." Another whispered back.

"Maybe, it got a lot worse?" Another hypothesized.

"Well, probably if she has been out as long as she has without a word." One concluded.

"No, by her character she wouldn't let herself get so sick; she would take care of herself and wouldn't get worse. I won't believe that no anymore, something is wrong. Maybe she is scared to come back because of the teacher. I should see her, but how he won't tell anyone. Still how is she getting the homework, isn't it usually the work of the students to help their classmates?" Sakuno was staring out the window when suddenly a book fell on her desk. She looked up to see the teacher grinning at her which was clearly forced and creepy. Sakuno sat up straight and gave a bow and an apology. He only huffed and walked away to finish his lecture on whatever he very well choose. Sakuno was completely tired of the man and his so called teaching, and it was getting nowhere except on her nerves but she couldn't do much about it. It wasn't in her personality it be rebellious or even assertive.

That was always the problem.

"You're not worth very much, are you Ryuuzaki?"

The voice rang in her head and pierced through her heart so quickly she almost lost her breathe. Soon after, the bell rang and Sakuno wandered out of the class clutching her bag tightly to herself. She didn't know where she was going, but her feet carried her off to a small tree next to another flower garden. She sat down on the bench beside it and gave a sigh.

"Stop following me. You act more like a lost dog."

"Where is your back bone?"

"I don't like being with you anymore."

"Stand up for yourself, Sakuno!"

"You have no voice!!" Two voices screamed in her head at the same time and she gasped for air for a moment before covering her face suppressing the urge to cry.

"It's not my fault." Sakuno said in a raspy voice.

"You're right." A calm voice rang beside her.

"R-Rai-sempai?" She said in a whisper.

"Yup, Now what have I told you about being alone?" He questioned.

"A-ah, sorry I was just spacing out a bit." She said to him giving a weak smile.

"Tsk tsk, I should punish you." He said with a small smirk before leaning over and becoming remarkably serious.

"B-By what means?" She asked in fear and respect for her sempai.

"Hmm, didn't think you'd actually ask. Well I want to meet a few of your friends from your other school tomorrow." He said.

"I-I don't have…th-those." Sakuno said looking down.

"I thought you said you knew the regulars on the tennis team?" He asked confused.

"I-I do, but we don't hang out." She said trying to defend herself.

"Didn't you say they were like brothers to you?" He questioned her again.

"W-well yes." She muttered, starting to grow pink.

"Then it's settled, tomorrow after school we will go eat together." He said talking her hand and walking her back to her next class.

"O-okay." Sakuno said with a small but innocent smile.

"W-wait...can you first tell me something..."

5 days prior.

"I-I'm sorry!" A weak voice broke between sobs.

In a dark room where you could see nothing and hear nothing sat a girl strapped to a chair. Her hair was chopped and her face was damp from tears and red from yelling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She said as her voice softened after each word. Her eyes and forehead were covered with what looked like a screen with head phones attached.

"Miku-chan, we understand and we forgive you." A voice said to her.

"L-Let me go!" She cried again and her voice started to go.

"We will in a moment." It rang again.

She felt the chair being lifted and she tried to fight it but found it became no use. She was taken to another room, and a man came up to her and grabbed her head forcefully and with a pair of scissors he took a piece of her hair.

"Take her away, she smells like piss." He said before pushing her away from him.

"Do you want it filmed?" Another asked.

"Oh yes." The man said in a somewhat happy tone.

"Where are we going?" Miku yelled when she felt herself being put in a rolling chair.

"We are going to give you special treatment."

"N-No." She whispered.

She could only hear the man chuckle softly.

"S-stop this!" She yelled as she thrashed but was only hit in the back of the head swiftly.

After a moment she felt the chair being lifted into what she believed was a van and was stuck there for almost two hours before the van had finally reached its location and she was taken out. She was till unable to see, and was becoming hysterical to the point they had to put a rag in her mouth and tape it.

She seemed to be wheeled to a road, and was finally relieved of her blindfold to see an open road in front of her. She began shaking her head violently and crying at the sight of it. The man bent down in front of her face with a small smile.

She was surprised to see it was actually her sensei but replaced the look of surprise with one of hate. He didn't seem to mind and we went behind her and took out what looked like a needle. He stuck her in the arm and took out some blood.

"This is for my hobby." He explained to her, not that she cared at the moment what it was for.

"Well, time for you to get over your fear once and for all." He said as he got out a portable camera.

There were no cars in sight, and she wondered what he was planning, only when she began to look at what was really in front of her did she understand what was going on. The other side of the road was empty, it was a cliff side and the barrier for cars was gone which left it wide open.

"Goodbye." He said and kicked the wheelchair. It went fast till half way and slowed down, almost coming to stop before the edge. Miku's eyes were full of tears and her face was pale like a ghost. She had a hope she would stop but a wheel reached over and she started sliding down. At that moment she started to choke on her own throw up and the rag in her mouth before she fell down the side of the mountain.

The man got into the van and started the engine while looking at the tube of blood with a glimmer of happiness.

"What a pretty shade of red she had." He said before driving off.

"How'd it go?" A man asked as he played with her hair.

"It went well; did you get rid of the waste?"

"Did you film it?"

"Yes. Of course" He said handing him the camera.

"Then me too." The other said pointing to the fire place in the wall that was filled with get well cards and other things deemed as 'waste'.

It's a bit short, but it's more of a set up for the next chapter. Sorry for my mistakes, I know I make a lot, but it's hard to re-read something you've written and look for mistakes. It might be me, but since I wrote it I know what I meant...again sorry.

Thanks to those that have reviewed.