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I'm going to post this on here... xD
Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis
I will try my best to catch my mistakes etc. Note that while I'm trying to keep some characters from being OOC, some charaters will be OOC. I know that Ryoma and Fuji will be for sure. Rating and genre may change later on depending on how the story goes in the future.
Note: Seven chapters have been posted up on my FF account.
Special thanks to ChibisukeGirl for her ideas while I was brainstorming; To arialee for beta-readng this chapter.
When the Line Breaks
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
Prologue: News
"When the line breaks, everything becomes forbidden;
Just as it is forbidden to break the line." Prime Minister of Japan's Room, 11:59 P.M.
Surprised brown eyes met with cold golden ones.
BANG.
The echo of the gunshot ran through the room followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor.
Alarms rang throughout the building; the doors to the room busted open as armed guards barged in. "Who's there!?"
Silence and the breathing of the other guards was the only reply he got. Searching the room for the intruder, the guards did not notice a body lying in its own pool of blood until one of them tripped over it.
A knife flew through the air and buried itself into a wall. Engraved on the knife was a symbol. The symbol was of a cherry blossom flower and a rose crossed with a dagger. Vines of the rose formed a 'R' over the flowers and dagger.
It was the crest of the Prince of the Samurai Demons.
A curse was heard from one of the guards as he recognized it. "They broke the alliance!"
No one knew that the knife was just a fake replica.
Nanjiroh's Private Chambers, 3:24 A.M.
Nanjiroh's eyes filled with fury as he watched the TV screen as the news was released.
"...minister found dead in his room at midnight. The assassin is believed to be the son of the head of a dangerous organization, Samurai Demons. A knife with the 'Prince’ of the Samuria Demons' crest on it was found halfway buried into a wall..." the reporter continued to rant on as the screen showed a picture of the knife. The symbol was enlarged, "No one has actually seen this 'Prince's' face. However, this 'Prince' is said to have a tattoo of the crest on his lower back. The government is currently working on this case; Mizuki Hajime, the head detective of this case has a few words to say."
Golden eyes narrowed as they studied the crest on the knife. It’s fake, the man realized.
The camera moved to show a man in his late twenties curling a strand of his hair with his finger. "We are currently finding some leads to catch this Prince. Nfu nfu nfu… In the meantime, a bounty of four grand has been placed on this Prince's head. We want him alive, if he is dead, the price will be cut in half. That is all... Nfu nfu nfu..."
His emotions calming, the man pressed a red button on the device next to his chair and spoke into it, "Send the family to the conference room immediately."
"Got it, Boss," a voice replied back through the device. A few seconds passed. "They're on their way."
"Good."
Nanjiroh took out his cell phone. He had a few calls to make.
Conference Room, 3:42 A.M.
Three people looked up from their paper work as Nanjiroh entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"Anata, what is it that has caused you to call us all here suddenly?" Rinko asked her husband.
"Watch."
Nanjiroh pointed at a blank TV screen with a remote control and replayed what he had been watching earlier.
Elsewhere...
In a dark room, a man turned off his television as he finished watching the same news. A cruel smirk started to form on his face and he chuckled lowly.
"Let's see how you do with us and the government after you, Echizen Ryoma."
Had the room been lit, one could see icy amber eyes with a mad glint in them as the man burst into maniacal laughter.
Back to the Conference Room
The tension in the room was high.
Ryoma was the one to break it.
"Oyaji, the knife was fake... you know that. Who did it?"
The man who was addressed merely stared blankly at his son. "I suspect it's the Midriyama Organization. Ryoma, it’s not safe with the government and MO after you. I want you to go pack up. You're returning to Japan, and you are to attend Seishun Academy. The son of the head chairman in MO is a student at this boarding school. Find out what is going and bring back proof to show that you are innocent. We don't need the government after the whole organization when we just managed to make peace with them. Be careful, and don't blow your cover."
Ryoma, understanding his father's point in hiding his identity from the world asked, "What name did you use to enroll me into the school?"
"Your name. Echizen Ryoma. There's no need to use a fake one, no one outside of the Samurai knows you are the ‘Prince’. Just take care not to reveal your tattoo."
"Demo... Oyaji, I don't think Chibisuke can do all this himself. You're not just going to send him there alone are you?"
Ryoma sent a glare at Ryoga for doubting him. True, he may need some help, but that didn't mean he had to say that outright! Not to mention his baka Aniki just had to use that horrid nickname.
Nanjiroh only chuckled. "He'll be going there by himself. However, he'll find some unexpected help from some old friends."
"Who?" Both sons asked at the same exact moment. They sent a glare at each other.
"I can't ruin the surprise now, can I? You'll see when you get there, Ryoma."
Rinko, who had been quiet after watching the news, spoke up.
"When is he leaving?"
T.B.C.
Ahhh... I spent four hours trying to type/write this. The words just aren't flowing right; I'm having trouble on how to word everything. Oh well, I might just do a rewrite when I finish the story or something.
First Unrevised Version 6.23.07
First Revised Version 2.26.07
Next Chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis
I will try my best to catch my mistakes etc. Note that while I'm trying to keep some characters from being OOC, some charaters will be OOC. I know that Ryoma and Fuji will be for sure. Rating and genre may change later on depending on how the story goes in the future.
Note: Seven chapters have been posted up on my FF account.
Special thanks to ChibisukeGirl for her ideas while I was brainstorming; To arialee for beta-readng this chapter.
When the Line Breaks
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
Prologue: News
"When the line breaks, everything becomes forbidden;
Just as it is forbidden to break the line." Prime Minister of Japan's Room, 11:59 P.M.
Surprised brown eyes met with cold golden ones.
BANG.
The echo of the gunshot ran through the room followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor.
Alarms rang throughout the building; the doors to the room busted open as armed guards barged in. "Who's there!?"
Silence and the breathing of the other guards was the only reply he got. Searching the room for the intruder, the guards did not notice a body lying in its own pool of blood until one of them tripped over it.
A knife flew through the air and buried itself into a wall. Engraved on the knife was a symbol. The symbol was of a cherry blossom flower and a rose crossed with a dagger. Vines of the rose formed a 'R' over the flowers and dagger.
It was the crest of the Prince of the Samurai Demons.
A curse was heard from one of the guards as he recognized it. "They broke the alliance!"
No one knew that the knife was just a fake replica.
Nanjiroh's Private Chambers, 3:24 A.M.
Nanjiroh's eyes filled with fury as he watched the TV screen as the news was released.
"...minister found dead in his room at midnight. The assassin is believed to be the son of the head of a dangerous organization, Samurai Demons. A knife with the 'Prince’ of the Samuria Demons' crest on it was found halfway buried into a wall..." the reporter continued to rant on as the screen showed a picture of the knife. The symbol was enlarged, "No one has actually seen this 'Prince's' face. However, this 'Prince' is said to have a tattoo of the crest on his lower back. The government is currently working on this case; Mizuki Hajime, the head detective of this case has a few words to say."
Golden eyes narrowed as they studied the crest on the knife. It’s fake, the man realized.
The camera moved to show a man in his late twenties curling a strand of his hair with his finger. "We are currently finding some leads to catch this Prince. Nfu nfu nfu… In the meantime, a bounty of four grand has been placed on this Prince's head. We want him alive, if he is dead, the price will be cut in half. That is all... Nfu nfu nfu..."
His emotions calming, the man pressed a red button on the device next to his chair and spoke into it, "Send the family to the conference room immediately."
"Got it, Boss," a voice replied back through the device. A few seconds passed. "They're on their way."
"Good."
Nanjiroh took out his cell phone. He had a few calls to make.
Conference Room, 3:42 A.M.
Three people looked up from their paper work as Nanjiroh entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"Anata, what is it that has caused you to call us all here suddenly?" Rinko asked her husband.
"Watch."
Nanjiroh pointed at a blank TV screen with a remote control and replayed what he had been watching earlier.
Elsewhere...
In a dark room, a man turned off his television as he finished watching the same news. A cruel smirk started to form on his face and he chuckled lowly.
"Let's see how you do with us and the government after you, Echizen Ryoma."
Had the room been lit, one could see icy amber eyes with a mad glint in them as the man burst into maniacal laughter.
Back to the Conference Room
The tension in the room was high.
Ryoma was the one to break it.
"Oyaji, the knife was fake... you know that. Who did it?"
The man who was addressed merely stared blankly at his son. "I suspect it's the Midriyama Organization. Ryoma, it’s not safe with the government and MO after you. I want you to go pack up. You're returning to Japan, and you are to attend Seishun Academy. The son of the head chairman in MO is a student at this boarding school. Find out what is going and bring back proof to show that you are innocent. We don't need the government after the whole organization when we just managed to make peace with them. Be careful, and don't blow your cover."
Ryoma, understanding his father's point in hiding his identity from the world asked, "What name did you use to enroll me into the school?"
"Your name. Echizen Ryoma. There's no need to use a fake one, no one outside of the Samurai knows you are the ‘Prince’. Just take care not to reveal your tattoo."
"Demo... Oyaji, I don't think Chibisuke can do all this himself. You're not just going to send him there alone are you?"
Ryoma sent a glare at Ryoga for doubting him. True, he may need some help, but that didn't mean he had to say that outright! Not to mention his baka Aniki just had to use that horrid nickname.
Nanjiroh only chuckled. "He'll be going there by himself. However, he'll find some unexpected help from some old friends."
"Who?" Both sons asked at the same exact moment. They sent a glare at each other.
"I can't ruin the surprise now, can I? You'll see when you get there, Ryoma."
Rinko, who had been quiet after watching the news, spoke up.
"When is he leaving?"
T.B.C.
Ahhh... I spent four hours trying to type/write this. The words just aren't flowing right; I'm having trouble on how to word everything. Oh well, I might just do a rewrite when I finish the story or something.
First Unrevised Version 6.23.07
First Revised Version 2.26.07
Next Chapter