¤Academy Fabulari ¤
''I need not know when this journey ends, only why I'm traveling it.'' – EchizenRyomaLover
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
…Previously…
"My name is Miyano Shi," the man met the eyes of Ryoma, and smiled.
He ruffled the raven hair of the boy, who winced slightly at the sudden force,
"Let's hope that you graduate alive."
Snow continued to fell.
~Chapter Two: The Enrollment Examinations~
Academy Fabulari, in total, has twenty students.
The twentieth, is a certain raven haired golden eyed boy.
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The wooden door creaked as it gave way.
Miyano led the boy who was no taller than his waist into the room. The dark haired man at the far end of the dimly lit room got up from his chair, and suddenly vanished, then reappeared beside the pair.
The boy didn't even filch. The man smirked, "Can you do what I did just now?"
Golden eyes stared at him, before he suddenly disappeared into thin air, and was already at the spot the man previously stood.
"It's easy," the boy finally spoke, "it's all about speed."
The man smiled even wider. He turned to Miyano, who was still silent, "Let him take the enrollment exams. It seems like we found our twentieth children."
"Yes, Fuji sama," Miyano replied, before leading Ryoma out of the room.
The door closed with a soft click.
"My, my," Fuji Keisuke sighed as he played with his 'Director' tab, "Syuusuke, it seems like you have a nice roommate."
Then, the smile tugged his lips turned even gentler, "I wonder if you can kill him when the time comes?"
Miyano Shi led Ryoma to a dark room. By dark it meant that there was absolutely no source of light in the room at all.
Ryoma felt a box being pushed to him. Miyano's voice sounded from the dark, "Just grab the first thing you feel."
Ryoma complied. He cannot see, so he could only feel. It felt cold and raw, he thought, its long and, he tested it against his knee, it's a metal rod.
He felt the door close behind him.
Then a sudden impact pushed him back to the wall, and his blood ran cold when he felt fingers closing against his throat.
"Fuji, I hear that you're going to have a new roommate," A bespectacled seven year old said as he shifted his gaze from the book in his hands to his friend in front of him.
Fuji Syuusuke smiled his usual smile, "Hmm…I wonder about that. He's still doing the enrollment exams."
"I hear that he's only five," Tezuka put down his book, his tone serious, "Aren't he a little too young?"
Fuji turned to face Tezuka, "So what? In this academy, it's never about age."
He shifted his eyes to the window, "It's all about surviving. "
"But Fuji," Tezuka picked up his book and covered his face with it, "he can replace Yuuta."
Sapphire eyes snapped open, before it closed, and finally, returned to the darkening sky.
"I'll kill you!" the man roared, his voice echoed throughout the dark room.
Ryoma tried to claw those fingers away from his neck, but it was no use. The iron rod was useless as the hand that was holding to it was trapped between the wall and the man's knee.
Sweat began to form on his forehead, before they invaded his eyes. His vision became blurry, partly because of the sweat, another was because of the tears.
"Kill me Ryoma!!!Kill me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"If I kill you, I can get out of this hell! I can see my family again! So just die already!!" the calloused fingers ate into Ryoma's neck, and blood began to trickle from the torn skin.
"Kill me, Ryoma, and avenge me!!" Rinko screamed, before grabbing the little hands of his son, and forced him to plunge the knife into her body.
"Okaa san….! Yadda! I don't want to…..NO!!!!!!!!!!"
Ryoma screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks.
He broke free from the man's grip, and with all his might, smashed the iron bar onto the man's head.
Miyano pushed open the door, bent down, and carefully wiped away the blood and tears from the boy's face.
"Congratulations Ryoma," he laid his hand on those slender shoulders, "you passed the enrollment exams."
Academy Fabulari, in total, has twenty students.
However, upon graduation, only less than ten survived.
~To be Continued~