Er... This is confusing...
LJ... I'm starting to hate it. xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis
Please enjoy this chapter!
"Bold" English
"Italics" Thoughts, Flashbacks, Important Stuff, etc
"Normal" Japanese when use for dialogue
Recap
“Shit!” Ryoma exclaimed as he heard the bell for the start of second period ring. He jumped out of his seat with his stuff and ran to the door. Ryoma reached out to fling it open…
Only to find it locked.
When the Line Breaks
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
Chapter Three: Luck
"When the line breaks, everything becomes forbidden;
Just as it is forbidden to break the line."Tuesday, Seishun Academy, Room 241, 9:58 A.M.
Thud. Ryoma threw himself at the door for the 407th time that day.
The world must have really hated him.
First he was framed for the murder of the damned Prime Minister, then his baka Oyaji just had to send him back to Japan barely telling him anything except that he was to attend this stupid (and damned) school. His father then just had to send a pig to pick him up and act as a guide. (For goodness sake, the guy had problems talking!) If that wasn't bad enough, he was almost late to class, and had lost his binder along the way only to have it thrown at him when the teacher asked him where it was. Then this Fuji something was glaring at him causing the whole class to stare and gossip. Next thing you know, he was fucking locked inside a classroom!
(A/N: While Ryoma is a very smart and bright kid, he's pretty dense when it comes to school and social life. So he doesn't know that Fuji locked him in on purpose.)
Ryoma banged his head against the already harassed door and sighed. He was dead tired.
After finding that he was locked in, he had spent about thirty minutes shouting, yelling, growling, scratching, kicking, punching, pushing, pulling, whining, biting, pounding, and throwing himself at the door to get it open. (And damn him for forgetting his lock picks.)
But the door didn't budge an inch, and Ryoma was starting to suspect that the room was soundproof since no one heard the racket he made.
Then in the middle of his attempts to get the door open, he had somehow passed out. (Banging his head on the door.)
Which had caused him to waste 45 minutes left of the double period.
After waking up, he had continued his... quest to escape the classroom.
Ring.
The boy cursed as the bell signaling the end of third period rang. He would be in deep trouble later on in the near future...
Slumping against the door with a resigned sigh, Ryoma looked up at the ceiling.
"I give up. Looks like I'll just have to wait till someone opens this messed up door for me..."
And yawned. Ah well, he at least he could catch up on his much needed sleep...
Third Year Physical Education, Room 567, 10:53 A.M.
Fuji was smiling.
It wasn't that the tensai never smiled; the sadist was actually well known to be always smiling. No, it was that the tensai was smiling even more widely than usual. In fact, one would say that Fuji's smile was a sadistic smile. A very evil and sadistic one.
The air of sadism around him was so thick, that the people around the tensai felt it resulting in them moving away from the blue-eyed teen as quickly as possible. ("Unya, Fujiko is scary today! Wah! Help me Oishi! He's looking this way!")
Ring.
Fuji hummed as he walked out of the classroom and towards the cafeteria to lunch.
While he did have a small accident in the hallway this morning, the god of luck must've been on his side.
He had enjoyed hearing the racket that Echizen made, and made sure to glare at everyone near by so that none of them would release the boy. Of course that was just something to start with. He had a lot more planned out for this kid.
His mood brightened even more when he discovered that the cafeteria was serving sushi today. No doubt Taka-san’s father- who was the school’s chef- had prepared at least one tray of wasabi sushi especially for him.
Sure enough, when he arrived at the front of the lunch line, two trays of wasabi sushi sat at the counter untouched. (Who besides Fuji would eat them anyway?)
“Hora, Fuji-kun, I made your favorite wasabi sushi for you! I hope two trays are enough?” Chef Kawamura asked with a kind smile.
“Thank you. It’s more than enough, Kawamura-san.”
“Aa. Enjoy your meal then!”
Stacking his two trays, he walked off to look for a seat.
“HOI HOI! FUJIKO, I SAVED A SEAT FOR YOU!” Fuji chuckled as he watched Kikumaru Eiji, his ever-hyperactive friend, bounce in his seat while waving wildly.
Of course next to the cheerful boy was Oishi Syuichirou, who as expected, was fussing over Eiji.
Probably just telling him to calm down, Fuji thought as he walked towards his friends.
Settling into his seat, he looked around. “Where are the others?”
Eiji opened his mouth to answer, “Momo is-”
"91 percent chance that he is still in the lunch line ordering-
"Inui-sensei! Don't sneak up on us like that!"
"-more food. 84 percent chance that Kawamura-kun is helping his dad with sushi making. 89 that Tezuka-kun is still sorting out paper work for the coming Intra-Ranking Tournament. And 100 that Kaidoh-kun is behind me."
"Fshuuuu..." could be heard coming from behind Inui-sensei as he stated that that Kaidoh was behind him.
"Oh? Is there anything you need Inui-sensei?" a certain tensai cheerfully asked the said teacher.
"Hmm... I calculated a 67 percent chance that the new student would've been here with you. It seems there is a flaw in my data... Hmmm..." Inui muttered into his notebook, scribbling and erasing.
"Saa... why would you of calculated that?"
"There was a 55 percent chance that you would be with him because he is your new roommate-
"EH?! FUJIKO HAS A NEW ROOMATE!? Nya, why didn't you tell me that!?"
"-But the possibility was brought higher by 12 percent due to the interaction you had with Echizen-san this morning. Since he is not with you, my guess is that he is still in the classroom?”
"Maa maa... Inui-sensei is as calculating as always."
Eiji leeched onto Fuji and exclaimed, "Hoi! Hoi! So that was why the math classroom was loud after everyone was gone. Demo... Unyaaa... Why did Fujiko lock his own roommate in the classroom? Could it be that Fujiko doesn't like his new roommate?!"
"E-Eiji! Let go of Fuji and calm down! What if he suffocates?! And you should know better than to think that Fuji doesn't like his roommate! Fuji isn't that kind of person..." Oishi turned to Fuji uncertain, "...Is he?"
The sadist placed a finger on his chin as if to think, and opened his eyes. "Saa... I wonder about that."
The answer had caused everyone within 10 meters radius around Fuji to freeze and stare at him with wide eyes. Damn the sadist... why couldn't he just spare them their lives?
"Ii data..." Inui was the one to break the silence as he scribbled into his notebook, "I almost forgot to ask. Would all of you like to try my latest concoction, Inui’s Special Spy Dar Juice? It’s a mix of Penal Tea, Akazu, and a special ingredient I named it after.”
Something clicked into Fuji’s head as he was the only one fluent in English to understand the name Inui gave his…drink.
“Hoi? What’s the special ingredient?”
“Hi-mit-su,” Inui’s glasses flashed before he lifted up a pitcher of purple and black bubbling mixture, “Well? Would anyone want some?” (Himitsu: Secret)
Faces everywhere turned pale as they shook their heads frantically. Save one.
“Saa… I am interested in the taste… Could I take two bottles?”
“It’s a bit thick this time,” Inui said as he poured the concoction into two bottles. Where did those come from?
Everyone’s eyes were as big as saucers as Inui handed Fuji the two bottles. (“H-eh… Fujiko kowaii…”) (Kowaii: Scary)
The tensai took a swig of the “juice” and let out a delighted sigh. “It’s quite good. I really recommend it.”
“F-fshuuu… Fuji-senpai sugoi…” Thud. Kaidoh turned around to find a shell-shocked Momo behind him. The guy had dropped all of his food and was frozen on the spot, gaping like a fish. “Baka peach butt… Fshuuu…”
“Ii data… Fuji-kun seems to like this one too…” Inui walked off muttering and scribbling into his notebook as everyone watched in awe (fear?) as Fuji drank from one of the bottles.
Hallway, Near Room 241, 11:23 A.M.
Akutagawa Jiroh sleepily walked down the hallway in search of the math classroom. Lunch was almost over so he might as well get to his afternoon class before the bell rang. He could get more sleep that way.
The orange-headed boy opened the door to room 241.
As the door opened slowly, a blur of black pushed passed him and ran down the hallway towards the direction of the restrooms.
Jiroh blinked. He shrugged and walked into the room. Yawn… he was so sleepy…
Cafeteria, 11:30 A.M.
Ryoma walked into the lunchroom as his stomach growled loudly.
Right when he took another step, an arm grabbed him and dragged him to a table. He felt someone jump on him. Oh god… if this person didn’t let go, he was going to have to kill him for his much needed oxygen…
“Eiji! Let the poor boy go this instant! How are we going to explain to his parents if he dies from lack of air?!”
“Demo ne… Ochibi kawaii!! And he’s Fujiko’s new roommate!”
“Fshuuu…Oi, wake up peach butt…”
“Ack-ne-air-go-!” Seeing the boy turn blue, Eiji reluctantly let him go.
“And don’t just give him a name! It’s rude,” Oishi turned to Ryoma who was still panting and gasping for air, “I'm sorry, are you alright?"
A nod. “Ahh…Hai… I'm fine…”
“Good! Uh… are you Echizen Ryoma-san?”
“Hai. Senpai, is the lunch line still opened?” A hungry growl was heard from Ryoma’s stomach. A tint of pink could be seen on his face.
“Maa… Echizen-kun, I’m sorry, but the lunch line is closed.” The hungry boy turned his head to look at Fuji.
This boy was familiar to him… Hmmm… what was his name…
“Where can I get food then, Fuki-senpei?”
Fuji twitched. How dare this boy forget his name! He forced a smile, “It’s Fuji Syusuke, Echizen-kun,” he gave a soft chuckle, “And I do have some leftover sushi here.” He pushed the tray towards Ryoma.
Everyone’s face once again turned pale as the boy reached forward to take one, but Fuji’s piercing glare made them shut up.
Golden eyes started watering as the explosive taste of spicy wasabi brushed against his taste buds. “Water-!”
As the boy searched for water, Fuji passed a bottle to him. Without wasting a second, the boy chugged down all the contents in the cup.
Thud.
Students started to edge away from the tensai and the fallen form by him. It seemed that the sadist had found his new victim, and they did not want to be any part of the torture that Ryoma was going to recieve.
“Echizen-kun!” A female voice was heard by the entrance of the cafeteria. Heads turned to see Hanamura glancing worriedly at Ryoma’s fallen body.
Ring.
“Minna-san, go to your classrooms. Fuji-kun, since you're Echizen-kun’s roommate, take him to the clinic. I’m sure the school nurse is in at this hour.” The school secretary watched the students exit the room. “I trust you will take care of him?”
“Hai sensei. I shall take him right away after I throw away my trash.”
“Very well then,” The secretary turned on her heals and walked off.
Fuji sighed as he returned from the trashcan. Great, now he had to take care of this brat… He reached over carefully to turn the boy over. (Ryoma’s lying on his stomach)
Ryoma’s shirt shifted to show half of his back. Something caught Fuji’s eye. A tattoo.
A tattoo of a rose and cherry blossom crossed with a dagger. With a signature R over it.
Eyes opening, the tensai stared disbelievingly at Ryoma’s face. This… this mere boy was the Prince of the Samurai Demons?!
Glancing around to make sure no one saw the tattoo, he quickly covered it again and lifted the boy up. (Bridal style.)
The questions would have to wait until later. He had better send the boy to the clinic first.
Seishun Academy’s Medical Wing, 11:56 A.M.
Ryoma stirred… Arg… what was the horrible taste in his mouth? Oh right. The wasabi sushi and horrid drink that Fuji-senpai fed him…
His stomach growled; he was still hungry.
And his head was hurting like hell too; he moved his arm to knead his pounding forehead. Wait what was this soft thing beneath him? A bed?
Rustle rustle.
Ryoma snapped his eyes open to meet grey ones.
“AHHH!!!!! IT’S A MONKEY!!!!!”
T.B.C.
Don't worry, Tezuka and Taka will appear in the next chapter. xP
Oh yeah… I have a challenge for everyone: The Seigaku Regulars decide to have a team-bonding day. It was decided that they would go to the arcade. When they got there, all the games were occupied except for the two Dance Dance Revolution Machines, so they decide to play it. You write out what happens. The main pair can be either Thrill or Pillar.
:) Hope you enjoyed this chapter though! Please review!
First Unrevised Version 7.11.07
First Revised Version 7.13.07
Previous Chapter
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Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis
Please enjoy this chapter!
"Bold" English
"Italics" Thoughts, Flashbacks, Important Stuff, etc
"Normal" Japanese when use for dialogue
Recap
“Shit!” Ryoma exclaimed as he heard the bell for the start of second period ring. He jumped out of his seat with his stuff and ran to the door. Ryoma reached out to fling it open…
Only to find it locked.
When the Line Breaks
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
Chapter Three: Luck
"When the line breaks, everything becomes forbidden;
Just as it is forbidden to break the line."Tuesday, Seishun Academy, Room 241, 9:58 A.M.
Thud. Ryoma threw himself at the door for the 407th time that day.
The world must have really hated him.
First he was framed for the murder of the damned Prime Minister, then his baka Oyaji just had to send him back to Japan barely telling him anything except that he was to attend this stupid (and damned) school. His father then just had to send a pig to pick him up and act as a guide. (For goodness sake, the guy had problems talking!) If that wasn't bad enough, he was almost late to class, and had lost his binder along the way only to have it thrown at him when the teacher asked him where it was. Then this Fuji something was glaring at him causing the whole class to stare and gossip. Next thing you know, he was fucking locked inside a classroom!
(A/N: While Ryoma is a very smart and bright kid, he's pretty dense when it comes to school and social life. So he doesn't know that Fuji locked him in on purpose.)
Ryoma banged his head against the already harassed door and sighed. He was dead tired.
After finding that he was locked in, he had spent about thirty minutes shouting, yelling, growling, scratching, kicking, punching, pushing, pulling, whining, biting, pounding, and throwing himself at the door to get it open. (And damn him for forgetting his lock picks.)
But the door didn't budge an inch, and Ryoma was starting to suspect that the room was soundproof since no one heard the racket he made.
Then in the middle of his attempts to get the door open, he had somehow passed out. (Banging his head on the door.)
Which had caused him to waste 45 minutes left of the double period.
After waking up, he had continued his... quest to escape the classroom.
Ring.
The boy cursed as the bell signaling the end of third period rang. He would be in deep trouble later on in the near future...
Slumping against the door with a resigned sigh, Ryoma looked up at the ceiling.
"I give up. Looks like I'll just have to wait till someone opens this messed up door for me..."
And yawned. Ah well, he at least he could catch up on his much needed sleep...
Third Year Physical Education, Room 567, 10:53 A.M.
Fuji was smiling.
It wasn't that the tensai never smiled; the sadist was actually well known to be always smiling. No, it was that the tensai was smiling even more widely than usual. In fact, one would say that Fuji's smile was a sadistic smile. A very evil and sadistic one.
The air of sadism around him was so thick, that the people around the tensai felt it resulting in them moving away from the blue-eyed teen as quickly as possible. ("Unya, Fujiko is scary today! Wah! Help me Oishi! He's looking this way!")
Ring.
Fuji hummed as he walked out of the classroom and towards the cafeteria to lunch.
While he did have a small accident in the hallway this morning, the god of luck must've been on his side.
He had enjoyed hearing the racket that Echizen made, and made sure to glare at everyone near by so that none of them would release the boy. Of course that was just something to start with. He had a lot more planned out for this kid.
His mood brightened even more when he discovered that the cafeteria was serving sushi today. No doubt Taka-san’s father- who was the school’s chef- had prepared at least one tray of wasabi sushi especially for him.
Sure enough, when he arrived at the front of the lunch line, two trays of wasabi sushi sat at the counter untouched. (Who besides Fuji would eat them anyway?)
“Hora, Fuji-kun, I made your favorite wasabi sushi for you! I hope two trays are enough?” Chef Kawamura asked with a kind smile.
“Thank you. It’s more than enough, Kawamura-san.”
“Aa. Enjoy your meal then!”
Stacking his two trays, he walked off to look for a seat.
“HOI HOI! FUJIKO, I SAVED A SEAT FOR YOU!” Fuji chuckled as he watched Kikumaru Eiji, his ever-hyperactive friend, bounce in his seat while waving wildly.
Of course next to the cheerful boy was Oishi Syuichirou, who as expected, was fussing over Eiji.
Probably just telling him to calm down, Fuji thought as he walked towards his friends.
Settling into his seat, he looked around. “Where are the others?”
Eiji opened his mouth to answer, “Momo is-”
"91 percent chance that he is still in the lunch line ordering-
"Inui-sensei! Don't sneak up on us like that!"
"-more food. 84 percent chance that Kawamura-kun is helping his dad with sushi making. 89 that Tezuka-kun is still sorting out paper work for the coming Intra-Ranking Tournament. And 100 that Kaidoh-kun is behind me."
"Fshuuuu..." could be heard coming from behind Inui-sensei as he stated that that Kaidoh was behind him.
"Oh? Is there anything you need Inui-sensei?" a certain tensai cheerfully asked the said teacher.
"Hmm... I calculated a 67 percent chance that the new student would've been here with you. It seems there is a flaw in my data... Hmmm..." Inui muttered into his notebook, scribbling and erasing.
"Saa... why would you of calculated that?"
"There was a 55 percent chance that you would be with him because he is your new roommate-
"EH?! FUJIKO HAS A NEW ROOMATE!? Nya, why didn't you tell me that!?"
"-But the possibility was brought higher by 12 percent due to the interaction you had with Echizen-san this morning. Since he is not with you, my guess is that he is still in the classroom?”
"Maa maa... Inui-sensei is as calculating as always."
Eiji leeched onto Fuji and exclaimed, "Hoi! Hoi! So that was why the math classroom was loud after everyone was gone. Demo... Unyaaa... Why did Fujiko lock his own roommate in the classroom? Could it be that Fujiko doesn't like his new roommate?!"
"E-Eiji! Let go of Fuji and calm down! What if he suffocates?! And you should know better than to think that Fuji doesn't like his roommate! Fuji isn't that kind of person..." Oishi turned to Fuji uncertain, "...Is he?"
The sadist placed a finger on his chin as if to think, and opened his eyes. "Saa... I wonder about that."
The answer had caused everyone within 10 meters radius around Fuji to freeze and stare at him with wide eyes. Damn the sadist... why couldn't he just spare them their lives?
"Ii data..." Inui was the one to break the silence as he scribbled into his notebook, "I almost forgot to ask. Would all of you like to try my latest concoction, Inui’s Special Spy Dar Juice? It’s a mix of Penal Tea, Akazu, and a special ingredient I named it after.”
Something clicked into Fuji’s head as he was the only one fluent in English to understand the name Inui gave his…drink.
“Hoi? What’s the special ingredient?”
“Hi-mit-su,” Inui’s glasses flashed before he lifted up a pitcher of purple and black bubbling mixture, “Well? Would anyone want some?” (Himitsu: Secret)
Faces everywhere turned pale as they shook their heads frantically. Save one.
“Saa… I am interested in the taste… Could I take two bottles?”
“It’s a bit thick this time,” Inui said as he poured the concoction into two bottles. Where did those come from?
Everyone’s eyes were as big as saucers as Inui handed Fuji the two bottles. (“H-eh… Fujiko kowaii…”) (Kowaii: Scary)
The tensai took a swig of the “juice” and let out a delighted sigh. “It’s quite good. I really recommend it.”
“F-fshuuu… Fuji-senpai sugoi…” Thud. Kaidoh turned around to find a shell-shocked Momo behind him. The guy had dropped all of his food and was frozen on the spot, gaping like a fish. “Baka peach butt… Fshuuu…”
“Ii data… Fuji-kun seems to like this one too…” Inui walked off muttering and scribbling into his notebook as everyone watched in awe (fear?) as Fuji drank from one of the bottles.
Hallway, Near Room 241, 11:23 A.M.
Akutagawa Jiroh sleepily walked down the hallway in search of the math classroom. Lunch was almost over so he might as well get to his afternoon class before the bell rang. He could get more sleep that way.
The orange-headed boy opened the door to room 241.
As the door opened slowly, a blur of black pushed passed him and ran down the hallway towards the direction of the restrooms.
Jiroh blinked. He shrugged and walked into the room. Yawn… he was so sleepy…
Cafeteria, 11:30 A.M.
Ryoma walked into the lunchroom as his stomach growled loudly.
Right when he took another step, an arm grabbed him and dragged him to a table. He felt someone jump on him. Oh god… if this person didn’t let go, he was going to have to kill him for his much needed oxygen…
“Eiji! Let the poor boy go this instant! How are we going to explain to his parents if he dies from lack of air?!”
“Demo ne… Ochibi kawaii!! And he’s Fujiko’s new roommate!”
“Fshuuu…Oi, wake up peach butt…”
“Ack-ne-air-go-!” Seeing the boy turn blue, Eiji reluctantly let him go.
“And don’t just give him a name! It’s rude,” Oishi turned to Ryoma who was still panting and gasping for air, “I'm sorry, are you alright?"
A nod. “Ahh…Hai… I'm fine…”
“Good! Uh… are you Echizen Ryoma-san?”
“Hai. Senpai, is the lunch line still opened?” A hungry growl was heard from Ryoma’s stomach. A tint of pink could be seen on his face.
“Maa… Echizen-kun, I’m sorry, but the lunch line is closed.” The hungry boy turned his head to look at Fuji.
This boy was familiar to him… Hmmm… what was his name…
“Where can I get food then, Fuki-senpei?”
Fuji twitched. How dare this boy forget his name! He forced a smile, “It’s Fuji Syusuke, Echizen-kun,” he gave a soft chuckle, “And I do have some leftover sushi here.” He pushed the tray towards Ryoma.
Everyone’s face once again turned pale as the boy reached forward to take one, but Fuji’s piercing glare made them shut up.
Golden eyes started watering as the explosive taste of spicy wasabi brushed against his taste buds. “Water-!”
As the boy searched for water, Fuji passed a bottle to him. Without wasting a second, the boy chugged down all the contents in the cup.
Thud.
Students started to edge away from the tensai and the fallen form by him. It seemed that the sadist had found his new victim, and they did not want to be any part of the torture that Ryoma was going to recieve.
“Echizen-kun!” A female voice was heard by the entrance of the cafeteria. Heads turned to see Hanamura glancing worriedly at Ryoma’s fallen body.
Ring.
“Minna-san, go to your classrooms. Fuji-kun, since you're Echizen-kun’s roommate, take him to the clinic. I’m sure the school nurse is in at this hour.” The school secretary watched the students exit the room. “I trust you will take care of him?”
“Hai sensei. I shall take him right away after I throw away my trash.”
“Very well then,” The secretary turned on her heals and walked off.
Fuji sighed as he returned from the trashcan. Great, now he had to take care of this brat… He reached over carefully to turn the boy over. (Ryoma’s lying on his stomach)
Ryoma’s shirt shifted to show half of his back. Something caught Fuji’s eye. A tattoo.
A tattoo of a rose and cherry blossom crossed with a dagger. With a signature R over it.
Eyes opening, the tensai stared disbelievingly at Ryoma’s face. This… this mere boy was the Prince of the Samurai Demons?!
Glancing around to make sure no one saw the tattoo, he quickly covered it again and lifted the boy up. (Bridal style.)
The questions would have to wait until later. He had better send the boy to the clinic first.
Seishun Academy’s Medical Wing, 11:56 A.M.
Ryoma stirred… Arg… what was the horrible taste in his mouth? Oh right. The wasabi sushi and horrid drink that Fuji-senpai fed him…
His stomach growled; he was still hungry.
And his head was hurting like hell too; he moved his arm to knead his pounding forehead. Wait what was this soft thing beneath him? A bed?
Rustle rustle.
Ryoma snapped his eyes open to meet grey ones.
“AHHH!!!!! IT’S A MONKEY!!!!!”
T.B.C.
Don't worry, Tezuka and Taka will appear in the next chapter. xP
Oh yeah… I have a challenge for everyone: The Seigaku Regulars decide to have a team-bonding day. It was decided that they would go to the arcade. When they got there, all the games were occupied except for the two Dance Dance Revolution Machines, so they decide to play it. You write out what happens. The main pair can be either Thrill or Pillar.
:) Hope you enjoyed this chapter though! Please review!
First Unrevised Version 7.11.07
First Revised Version 7.13.07
Previous Chapter
Next Chapter