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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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Ryoma was extremely annoyed.�
First the hissing boy had abandoned him, and then a creepy old man had
freaked him out, then there was that woman wearing the red spandex pants with a
yellow top and glasses that had hit on him while talking about her masterpieces
and how she still wanted to make him into her ultimate one.� That had sent him running.� If he ever got to a hospital he thought he
might send the psych ward after her.�
However listening to the maniac sitting beside him he doubted that he
would get to the hospital anytime soon.�
This nut claimed to be his boyfriend and while he didn�t feel repulsed
at the thought of having a male date he very much hoped it was not this guy.

�� What�s the
matter Ryo-koi, you�re not eating your breakfast?�

�� It doesn�t
smell right.� I don�t think this is what
I eat.� Ryoma replied wrinkling his nose.�
He didn�t know how he knew, but it just didn�t look right and he wasn�t
so sure he even wanted to try this stuff.

�� It�s
pancakes, eggs, and croissants.� Breakfast food. �Just
try it, you love this stuff.� Mizuki said in frustration.� After all, who didn�t eat this stuff for
breakfast occasionally?

Ryoma glared at him as he put a small piece of pancake in
his mouth and grimaced.� It was so dry
and bland.

�� Not like
that.� Here put syrup on it.� Mizuki said
with a laugh as he absolutely drenched the plate and food in the sticky
topping.

Ryoma gagged on the bite he took this time and downed the
glass of milk in front of him.� This
taste brought to mind a brief glimpse of a man with spiky black hair and
glasses which hid his eyes that for some reason made him shiver in fear.

�� Aw Ryo-koi
you�re so cute.� Mizuki sighed as he wrapped his arm around the younger boy�s
shoulders as Ryoma picked up his glass of ice water still trying to get the
taste out of his mouth.

�� You
actually eat this stuff?� It went from
nearly no taste to sickeningly sweet� what the hell are you doing?�

�� I want a
kiss.� You have syrup on your lips and I
just can�t resist.� Mizuki said as he secretly thought,�� Hah, take that Fuji Shusuke, I�ll beat you by taking your
boyfriend.�

Ryoma calmly turned towards the boy who was leaning in and
reached for the hem of the older boy�s jeans.�
With his face still expressionless he pulled the hem away from the boy�s
body and dumped the ice water he was holding down his pants.

�� GYAAAA
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?�
DAMMIT IT�S COLD!� Mizuki yelled as Ryoma slid out of the booth and made
for the door.

There was no way in hell he could be dating someone who would
make a pass at him when they knew he�d lost his memory.� This guy was just as crazy as the last
two.� Ryoma ran out the door and up the
street even as Mizuki was running for the washroom.� Good grief, a hissing deserter, a crazy old
man, a creepy old perverted woman, and now a deranged bastard who couldn�t keep
his hands to himself.� What else could he
run into today?

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�� Oi Momoshiro.� Akira called out as he, Shinji, Kippei and
Ann ran behind him down the street.

�� What is it
Kamio?� Momo called back over his shoulder.

�� Why are we
going to your school?� What makes you
think he might be there?� We�ve already
checked the arcade and all those restaurants you said he liked.� Kamio called
back.

�� I don�t
know, I just think that we should double check.�
Even if Ryoma did take off for some reason on his own I can�t see him
staying away from tennis, especially the school team, for long.� He�d get bored and go somewhere to play.�
Momo explained.

�� Ano if someone took him it might not be a message to the
Atobe family.� It could be a rival team
that doesn�t want Seigaku to play against them, so there might be a message at
the school courts.� Ann piped up.

�� They must
be truly despicable to do something like that.�
We would never do anything like that.�
That�s something the sempai from middle school would have done.� They definitely would have.� We should hurry and find him.� Something might have happened.� Especially if Ryoma flips
out.� He told me what happened in
second grade on the basketball team.� I
can�t believe he beat up all of his sempai.�
If he�s still that strong the people who took him are in trouble.� He really hates dirty tricks��

�� SHINJI!� Tachibana Kippei yelled as they entered the
grounds of the high school.

It didn�t take long for them to get to the courts and upon
seeing no one and nothing strange there they headed into the changing room
which Oishi had forgotten to lock up in his haste.

�� Isn�t
that�� This is Ryoma�s bag.� What�s it doing here when he�s missing?� Buchou will want to hear about this.� Momo
said taking out his cell phone.

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�� HORA HORA BURNING!!!� WHERE�S ECHIZEN?� YOU KNOW SOMETHING DON�T
YOU, YOU ANNOYING BRAT!�

�� Taka-san!� You can�t
just accuse people like that!� I�m very
sorry about this; he�s just worried about a friend of ours that is missing Aoi-san.� Oishi apologized trying to extract the Rokkaku player, he wasn�t the
captain of the high school team this year, from Kawamura�s grip.

�� What�s
this?� Echizen is missing?� I assure you I don�t know anything about it,
but I�ll definitely help you look.� You
might want to stop Kikumaru-san from interrogating that older couple first
though.� Kentarou said in his normal loud voice.

�� Wha� Eiji no!�

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�� Momoshiro�
have you found anything yet..?� What do
you mean it�s there?� Why would his
tennis bag be at the school?� Tezuka said into his cell phone as the other
three stared at him.

�� Ryoma�s
bag is at the school?� Have they checked
for him everywhere?� The
washrooms, the court, the school?�
Is there any sign of a struggle?� Fuji
asked quickly.

�� Momoshiro
did you hear all of that..?� You checked
and there�s nothing at all..?� What about
his jersey?� Is it there?� What about a note?� Wait I�m putting you on speaker phone.� Atobe
asked as he grabbed the phone.

�� Nothing at all.� His
bag is here but there�s no other sign of him.�
I almost wonder if someone else put it here, it�s not in his normal spot
or anything.� Momo�s voice sounded hollow as it
came through the tiny phone.

�� I
see.� Could you check the bag for
anything strange like a note or, I hate to say it, a bloody piece of
clothing.� Under the circumstances I
don�t think Ryoma will mind.� Genichirou said a little hesitantly.

�� I understand.� Momo said before the
sound of a zipper and rustling came over the line.

�� Takeshi there�s no sign of anything at Ryoma-kun�s locker.� We
also checked his homeroom desk and there�s no note or anything like that.� All his stuff is still there.� Ann�s
voice came over the phone loud and clear.

�� Buchou, there�s nothing here.� Just his usual stuff;
rackets, books, snacks, the usual.�

�� I
see.� Momoshiro, stay
there just in case he comes back.�
We should have left someone there to begin with.�

�� Got it Buchou.�
I�ll let you know if anything happens.�

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�� Dammit watch where you�re going!� Huh?�
What�s this?� Echizen you little
brat�� the young man cursed as he grabbed the boy, who�d knocked into him, by
the front of the shirt and hauled him up close to his face.

�� Are you
going to go nuts on me too? �Who are
you?�� Ryoma asked a little fearfully.

�� Bastard at
least remember my name after you did such things to my
family!� Sasabe!� My name is Sasabe
you little punk!�

�� Ok,
whatever.� Are you going to let me go
anytime soon?� Ryoma asked a little flippantly.

�� No.� I�m going to take my revenge and bash your
face in!�
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