Die to Love You | By : Bastet Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 6699 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis (Tennis no Ohjisama), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Ah, sorry, sorry, I forgot the disclaimer last time. I
don’t own Tennis no Ohji-sama or any of its characters. The original
characters in here are free to be used as you see fit. Lots of thanks go to my friend Nicole for helping me with the ideas of this story and for helping me write when i get stuck.
Authors note. The sixteen year old spirit will refer to
Ryoma as Echizen for reasons that will be made clear later. It might be
confusing because the spirit lives in the old Echizen mansion but I just wanted
to let people know. Also in case it wasn’t clear in chapter one, Ryoma is 16,
the six third years from the series are 18, and the two second years are 17.
This takes place in high school assuming there are at least three grades
there.
The next morning Ryoma was double checking everything he had
packed when someone knocked on his bedroom door. He called for them to come in
and his cousin entered looking a little worried.
“Do you have everything Ryoma-san? The phone
number of the spa I’ll be at? My cell phone number? All your clothes and
toiletries?”
“Hai Nanako-san. Everything is packed and I
have all the emergency numbers, you programmed them into my cell phone.” He
replied in slight frustration.
Nanako had been planning this week long health spa vacation
for months but when she found out Ryoma would be spending the week in a strange
house she had started fretting worse that Oishi did when someone was hurt.
She’d not only helped him pack last night but had programmed all the emergency
numbers into his cell just in case as well as making sure it had a full
charge. She’d checked everything at least five times and nearly called off her
own trip three times.
“Ah! I need your phone one more time. Oba-san
and Oji-san called Ryuuzaki-san from the middle school you attended and she
agreed to check up on you all a few times. I have her number for you. Maybe I
should just go with you, nine teenaged boys alone in a strange place for a week
really isn’t a good idea.”
“Nanako-san, my parents said it was fine. Six
of my teammates are 18 and all of my friends’ parents will be available as
well. You’ve been looking forward to this vacation for so long, and you said
yourself that you think your boyfriend might propose to you this week. Go,
have fun, we’ll be fine.” Ryoma said levelly as he took his phone back after
she finished with it.
“Demo…” whatever she was going to say was interrupted
by the door chime.
As his cousin rushed to answer it Ryoma finished packing the
cat’s toys, litter, brush, treats, and food. A minute or two later he heard
Nanako and her boyfriend talking before another chime rang through the house.
He picked up Karupin and made his way downstairs just as Nanako was about to
come up to get him.
“Ah, Ryoma-san. Two of your friends are here.
I’m ready to leave, are you sure you’ll be alright?” Nanako asked again.
“I’m sure. Have a good time.”
Once they entered the living room Ryoma found Tezuka and Fuji
standing there waiting. Nanako, who had long ago become used to Ryoma’s team
randomly stopping by, walked up to the two boys looking quite serious.
“Please take care of Ryoma-san.” She asked of
them.
“Of course. Ryoma will be safe with us.” Fuji
replied smiling as Tezuka nodded.
She thanked them before hesitating once more but Ryoma
insisted again that they would be fine. Once she was gone Ryoma turned back to
the other two boys who were still standing in the middle of the room.
“Please sit, the others should be here soon.
Would either of you like anything?” Ryoma asked as Karupin jumped from his
arms.
“Ah. Which way is the washroom Ryoma-kun?” Fuji
said.
“Down the hall and to the right, the door should
be open.”
His sempai smiled and wandered in that direction after
squeezing Tezuka’s hand briefly, causing Ryoma to blush very slightly. The
sixteen year old was used to their displays of affection towards each other and
was happy for them but he couldn’t help wish that some of those caresses could
be aimed at him. Lately it seemed that they had been brushing against him or
touching his shoulder more often though he simply chalked it up to
coincidence. He’d been having embarrassing dreams about them recently as well
and it was becoming difficult to be near them when they were like this without
becoming jealous, though he’d been able to hide it well or so he thought. The
only other problem was that he didn’t know of whom he was more jealous, Tezuka
for having Fuji, or Fuji for having Tezuka. He liked them both and if liking
one person who was already in a relationship was a problem, liking both was a
disaster.
In the kitchen the spirit of a sixteen year old boy was
sitting at the table wondering how he was going to keep these boys away from
his house. He would injure them if he had to, but he wasn’t sure if he had the
energy left to push one of them again. That had taken a lot out of him and had
been useless as one of them had saved the other. He’d used at least a quarter
of the energy he’d gathered in just finding the boy the day before only to
arrive as he was leaving. Following him had taken a bit more and his attempt
to push him onto the road and hold him as a car came had nearly finished off what
he had left. He’d been gathering more since then but he only had a fraction to
work with, maybe just enough for two small attempts at moving something.
A cat wandering into the kitchen caught his attention and he
wondered if the animal would give his presence away. The feline merely blinked
at him and meowed in a welcoming way. She then proceeded to jump up onto the
table and sit in front of him with her tail twitching. Clearly she wanted
attention from him and he reached out sadly wishing he could stroke her. He’d
always loved cats but unless he used the little energy he’d regained he
couldn’t actually touch her. Evidently his lack of attention annoyed her as
she got up and attempted to jump onto him which only succeeded in knocking over
the chair.
“Buchou would you li…” Ryoma was cut off by a
loud crash coming from the kitchen which startled them both into standing.
As he moved to go and see what had happened his foot caught
the leg of the couch. He closed his eyes as he was about to sprawl backwards
when two strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him close in a familiar
embrace. Opening his eyes he found himself once more in the tennis captain’s
arms, this time though the older boy’s face was mere inches from his own and
the look in his eyes was something Ryoma had only dreamed would be directed at
him. This wasn’t right though, Tezuka was with Fuji and he couldn’t think of
either of them cheating on the other, no, he must be mistaken.
“Buchou…”
Once again Ryoma was stopped from what he was about to say.
This time however it was because one of the eighteen year olds fingers was
pressed against his lips.
“Ryoma, when we’re not on the courts please call
me by my name.”
Ryoma blinked in confusion. This couldn’t be happening,
could it?
“Tezuka-sempai…”
“Kunimitsu.” Tezuka insisted interrupting the
boy again.
His captain was just lowering his head closer to his when a
picture flew off the mantle and hit the floor, startling them upright. Tezuka
reluctantly removed his arms from around Ryoma when the boy pulled away. He
bent and picked up the picture as the younger boy practically fled to the
kitchen. He was sorry he’d startled him and when Fuji rejoined him a moment
later he shook his head.
“It didn’t go well then I take it or did you not
get a chance?” the tensai asked softly.
“I had him in my arms again, but this fell from
the shelf and startled us. He’s retreated to the kitchen; I think I might have
gone too far too fast. I’m not sure if this plan is going to work.”
“Saa, we should probably just back off for today
then and try again tomorrow a little slower. I want him Kunimitsu, and I know
you do as well.” Fuji replied, an intense look in his now open eyes.
His lover simply nodded, passion filling his normally
unreadable eyes. Seeming to impulsively remember the photo the captain held in
his hand they both looked down to see what it was of and Fuji’s eyes widened in
concern. There in his lovers hand was a picture of Ryoma but the glass in the
frame was broken. Two cracks intersected in a near perfect X over the boy’s
face.
The sixteen year old spirit closed his eyes in frustration.
That had been a close call; the bespectacled boy had nearly marked Echizen.
Had he succeeded there would have been hell to pay when they got to the house.
He knew they were going to get there, after all there was not much more he
could do to stop them, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to send them right
back out. He had enough power outside of his house for one more trick, so long
as it wasn’t too exerting, so he planned to follow the nine boys back to his
house and see if an opportunity presented itself along the way. The other boys
would be at Echizen’s house soon, he could feel them drawing closer, and with
that many people he didn’t want to risk the chance of one of them being aware
of him so he hid himself away up in a vacated bedroom.
Ryoma was still hiding in the kitchen when Fuji walked in
and pulled him close. Ryoma’s eyes went wide and he tried to struggle until he
felt a hand start to stroke his hair. This was his week spot and the fact that
the sadistic tensai knew that made him wonder if this was heaven or hell. He’d
been hugged by Fuji before and nothing had happened so he wondered if he was
reading too much into this but he still couldn’t make himself relax
completely.
“I’m sorry if Kunimitsu startled you Ryoma-kun.
We both agreed that we’ve known you more than long enough for you to use our
given names. Please call me Syuusuke whenever you want to. Kunimitsu and I
would never hurt you Ryoma; he feels badly that he scared you. Please come
back into the living room to wait for the others.” Fuji said as he continued
petting the other boy’s hair.
Ryoma pulled back, relieved that his sempai easily allowed
him to, and searched Fuji’s eyes, which could be a frightening experience at
times. He just nodded his acceptance when he came no closer to finding an
answer to what had happened in the other room minutes ago. The older boy
smiled, closing his eyes and gently pulled the boy back into the living room
with him as the cat preceded them into the room. Tezuka looked relieved when
the other two came and sat back down with him, though Ryoma chose another seat
away from the two but still facing them. Before the silence could become
awkward the door chime sounded, announcing someone’s arrival. Ryoma stood up
and went to let whoever it was in. Several voices were soon heard in the
entrance hall. He was soon followed into the living room by the rest of the
regulars as they had all shown up on his doorstep at nearly the same time.
Putting their luggage down next to the two bags that were already on the floor
they exchanged greetings with their other two teammates as Ryoma retreated
upstairs to get his own bag. Karupin despised cat carriers so Ryoma had
decided to just hold her on his lap when they went. When Ryoma entered his
room he found it unnaturally cold but simply shrugged it off as the time of
year as he gathered his bag and left the room making sure to shut the door. He
didn’t notice the frost that was now covering the inside of the window and his
alarm clock. Joining his team downstairs he found that Kobayashi Nami had
arrived and been let in. She had brought an even larger limousine than they
had ridden in the day before so that their luggage could be brought without
squishing the team.
“So, are you all ready to go? The house has
been stocked with basic foods but you should call the store when we get there
and ask them to deliver what you want. Ryoma-kun, have you locked up the
house?”
“Hai, Nami-san. Everything should be ready.”
Ryoma answered as they all followed her out of the house.
Karupin was happily curled up in Kaidoh’s arms purring in
contentment. As Ryoma had grown closer to the older boy in friendship he had
discovered just how attached Kaidoh was to his cat. After he’d found out he
had taken to asking the boy to pick him up in the mornings so he could join him
on his 10km run, Kaidoh agreed and started showing up at least 15 minutes early
just so he could play with Karupin as Ryoma had figured he would. Now an easy,
though quiet, bond lay between the two that could not be severed.
Half of their luggage went into the trunk while the other
half was placed on the empty seats in the interior. There was still plenty of
room for the boys and the lawyer to sit quite comfortably and so they piled in
and were soon being driven out of town.
“Kobayashi-san, do you know any of the history
of the house Echizen is inheriting?” Inui asked about 20 minutes later as he
brought out one of his notebooks, though this one looked fairly new.
“Ah, of course, I should have told you that
yesterday, sorry. Echizen Kiyoshi originally had it built in 1840 as a marital
house for his wife Miyamoto Aya, within three years they were blessed with two
sons. For some reason we haven’t been able to find the name of the first son
but the second son was named Kenji. Kiyoshi and Aya’s first son died in his
sleep a short time after he turned 16 and, not long after, Kiyoshi killed himself.
Kenji married a woman named Lee Kyoko, who moved into the house with Kenji and
his mother. Kenji and Kyoko were also blessed with two children. A girl they
named Aya, after Kenji’s mother, in 1865 that also died when she was sixteen by
falling down the stairs, and a boy they named Shuuichi in 1868. Two years
after young Aya’s death the family moved out of the house but chose to keep the
property because of Kiyoshi’s wishes. A few years after they moved out Shuuichi
married Ashiya Kana and in 1893 they had one son, Kazuo. Kazuo was betrothed
to and married Fujitaka Ami who insisted that they move into the abandoned, but
up kept, house. Their first child Mai, who was born in 1928, drowned in the
pond with her boyfriend on the day of her 16th birthday. Ami died
giving birth to her son Katsuro who nearly died at age seven trying to save his
sister. The family moved within the year and none of the Echizens have been
back there since. Katsuro, by the way, is Ryoma-kun’s grandfather. He married
Hiroshi Makoto who’s only child was Nanjiro-san. Many say the house is cursed
but really it just seems like accidents to me.” Nami explained with an
innocent smile.
Inui and Ryoma immediately looked towards Kaidoh to see if
the boy was frightened by the story. Both let out a sigh, Ryoma’s of relief
and Inui’s of frustration, when they noticed he was sleeping peacefully with
Karupin held securely in his lap.
Oishi suddenly spoke up out of curiosity.
“It was never really explained yesterday how
Ryoma was specified in the will. Do you know Kobayashi-san?”
“Yes. Kiyoshi set up a separate bank account
than what he left to his family. In his will he indicated that the money
should be used to keep the house in good condition and that the property be
kept within the family for their use. However he added another secret part
after his first son’s death. It stated that should ever the firstborn son of a
direct descendant of his be named Ryoma he would receive the house and the bank
account, which has been added to by his descendants over the years, after he
turned 16 if he could stay there without his parents for one week. No one
knows why he did this, but it is legal and none of the Echizen’s that are
living wishes to challenge it. Personally I think that either Kiyoshi liked
the name Ryoma and was eccentric, or that it was the name of his first son.” As
the words left her mouth there was a loud bang and the vehicle swerved
violently before settling on the side of the road.
The commotion woke Kaidoh who quickly saved Karupin from
being jolted to the floor. As soon as they stopped the cat jumped from the boy
and ran to Ryoma, where she proceeded to cower in his lap. The door was opened
and the driver stuck his head in.
“Is everyone alright? Something blew one of the
tires.”
When they all answered an affirmative the driver asked them
to step out with their luggage so he could change the tire and they were soon
back in the limousine and on the road again.
The spirit was absolutely exhausted as he watched the driver
change the tire in dismay. When the hell had those contraptions started
carrying spare tires? Disappointed, he returned to his mansion to try and
prepare himself for whatever might happen.
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