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A Matter of Memory	By : Bastet Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > General Views: 7858 -:- 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.

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Ok, there was some
confusion about the prologue that I hope I cleared up in this chapter.� If I didn�t, then please read the note at the
end and review or email me with comments or questions.� As usual reviewers are worshiped and
pointless flames of I don�t like it will be ignored.� Also I know these chapters are shorter than
my other fic for those of you following it, but I started
this story at least half a year ago and I�m having a little trouble remembering
where I was going with it as I am rewriting what I have and just going from
there.

Thwap, bump, bump.� Thwap, bump,
bump.

The familiar sound of someone hitting a tennis ball against
a wall was soothing to Kaidoh Kaoru�s ears though he wondered who else would
possibly be at the street courts at 6am
on a Sunday.� Ascending the stairs the 17
year old found one of the last people he expected to see.� Not that it was unusual to see the high school
freshman practicing but he didn�t think it possible for Echizen Ryoma to be
awake at this hour.� The sound suddenly
stopped successfully snapping him out of his thoughts.� Looking at the 16 year old he realized that
his kouhai had noticed him.

�� Ohayou
Kaidoh-sempai.� Ryoma greeted sounding wide awake.

Kaidoh simply nodded in response letting out his trademark
hiss.� He was never sure just what to do
about the cocky boy even though they�d known each other for four years.� The two of them had never gotten to the point
where they were comfortable calling each other by their first name the way they
had with others.� Ryoma surprisingly was
even close enough to some of his rivals, like Ibu
Shinji and Kirihara Akaya
as well as several others, to be on a first name basis.� He supposed it was just natural after all
that time though, after all he called Inui by his given name when they were in
private, and he�d heard some rumor about how it had taken the four sempai Ryoma
was dating weeks to get him to use their names in the first place.

�� If you�re
done running for now, how about playing a practice game with me?� for once
Echizen�s voice was free of sarcasm and teasing.

Kaidoh looked at him for a moment before agreeing and
accepting the spare racket the younger boy offered him.� Upon taking position he signaled that Ryoma
should serve when ready.

Thwap, bump.� Thwap, bump.� The rhythm fluctuated but both players lost themselves to the sound and concentrated solely on the game.

��

45 minutes later the game count was 5-2 in Echizen�s favor
but Kaidoh was one point away from making it 5-3.� The chance presented itself a minute later
when the green haired boy set him up perfectly for his boomerang snake.� The shot had become faster and more powerful
since junior high.� Not one to pass up an
opportunity Kaidoh took the shot only to wish he hadn�t a split second
later.� He watched in horror as Echizen
tripped, not having realized that one of his shoelaces had snapped, and twisted
his body to land on his back.� He tried
to call out a warning but it was too late.�
The ball smacked right into the boy�s forehead causing the back of his head
to hit the pavement harder than it would have from the fall alone.

Kaidoh swore loudly as he ran to the high school freshman�s
side and checked him over for injury.� He
wasn�t moving, other than the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and
his eyes were closed.� As far as he could
tell the boy was unconscious, but otherwise uninjured causing him to sigh in
slight relief.� Another thought made its
way to the front of his mind as he tried to decide what to do.� Tezuka, Fuji,
Sanada, and Atobe were going to kill him for injuring their lover.� The though made him go white but his
attention was swiftly brought back to the freshman as Ryoma groaned and blinked
his eyes open.� Kaidoh was silently
thanking the Gods when the words he hoped never to hear in a situation like
this came from the 16 year olds mouth.

�� Where am
I?� Who are you?�

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Back at the Atobe mansion Karupin, Ryoma�s cat, suddenly
jumped onto the bed yowling at the top of her lungs which woke the four boys
who had continued sleeping after the departure of their youngest lover.� As Genichirou took the distressed cat into
his arms to calm her Shusuke�s cell phone rang.�
Kunimitsu handed it to him with a slight glare at the contraption.

�� Shusuke!� Has
something bad happened?� The cards have
been pointing towards misfortune and confusion.� Yumiko, Shusuke�s older
sister, said over the phone sounding genuinely worried.

�� Ah, nee-san.� I don�t
believe anything has happened.� Ryoma�s
cat is acting strange though.� He replied with a smile as he attempted to
tickle the squirming and still whining feline under the chin.

�� Where is
Echizen-kun?� I also had a strange dream
last night about him being in some kind of danger.� His sister continued
causing the Tensai�s eyes to snap open.

�� He left
earlier for personal training.� What did
you see nee-san?� Shusuke asked as he watched Karupin get free and start pawing
at Ryoma�s pillow still sounding her concern.

�� Echizen-kun
was standing on a blank background looking at his racket and a picture of you
four like he didn�t recognize either.�
Suddenly a several familiar looking shadows came up and loomed over
him.�

�� I
see.� Nee-san I�m going to try to call
him now.� Tell me if you sense anything
else.� Shusuke said before saying goodbye to his sister.

He quickly scrolled for Ryoma�s listing on his phone as the
others turned to him anxious suddenly to be sure the younger boy was alright.

�� I reminded
him to take his phone this morning, so he should answer.� Genichirou said as he
once again gathered Karupin in his arms.

Any answer he might have received was cut off as a loud
ringing filled the room from the direction of the door.� As one four heads turned to see the
aforementioned phone on the floor next to Karupin�s bed.

�� Suke what�s wrong?�
Ryoma has forgotten his phone before, I�m sure he�s just out
practicing.� Keigo said in a slightly hopeful voice.

�� Nee-san
says something�s wrong and now we can�t reach him directly with his phone
here.� Something feels off today.� I need to know he�s ok.� Shusuke answered
grimly.

Ok so now that I have
the prologue and first chapter out I think I can go back and finish my first
story.� If you like this one let me know
and I�ll continue, or if you want I�ll work on the other TezuFujiRyo
that I haven�t started typing yet.

Ok here�s
the answers to the first review the fic received on another site.

Timeline and other details.� �Seniors from the anime are in their final year
of High School, meaning their 18.� Ryoma
is 16 and in his first year at the High School.

Tezuka Fuji Sanada and Atobe began their relationship when they were 16
or 17 but became exclusive when they were 17.�
They have lived together in one of the Atobe mansions since.� When Ryoma turned 16 they approached him
about his joining them in the relationship.�
It was briefly mentioned in this chapter that Ryoma is on first name
basis with several of his rivals and teammates.�
They�ve known each other approximately 4 years and as they seem to be
growing closer in the anime, he calls Kawamura��
Taka-san at least once I think, and Eiji by his name once or more if I remember
correctly, if not then please refer to the English translation of the manga where they all call each other by their first
names.� I think 4 years is more than
enough to start calling people by their first names if they are not against it
for some reason or another.� Plus he�s
dating those four and I personally think it�s kinda
wrong to call a guy you�re having a serious relationship and sex with by their
last name.
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