The Two Samurai

By: Tenma No Ouji-sama

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis nor do I own the characters in the show. What I do own is the plot and any Other characters that happen to appear in the story.

AN: This doesn't follow cannon storyline or the movie, in which the title of the story is based off of.

Warning: There will be hints and implied boys love, shounen ai, mxm, whatever you want to call it. Use of language not suited for the young. They'll be child abuse, molestation and rape.

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Chapter 2

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After spending sometime checking out the various recreational activities on the ship, from billiards to an indoor bowling, when all was said and done, the team decided to spend the rest of the afternoon lazing around the pool docks.

Ryoma had reclaimed his lounge chair, deciding to continue his nap that had been so rudely interrupted earlier while Momo and Eiji wasted no time getting into the pool. The rest of the team was just sitting around the edge talking about tomorrows matches and what the line up would be.

Fuji glanced towards the teams baby boy, and his eyes opened in amusement. "We have one of the cutest kohai, don't you guys think so." The tensai chuckled. "When he's asleep, he reminds me of a kitten." The three teens sitting next to the brunet turned towards the lounge chair and grinned, well two grinned the other hissed. "It's a good thing that Eiji is occupied or he'll be crushing poor Ryoma-chan."

Before anyone could say anything, Tezuka and Oishi came into view, stopping beside Ryoma's chair. "Minna, gather around." The captain called out while the vice captain gently shook their first year to wake him up. As the boys came together, Ryoma sitting up in his chair and staring at his captain with hazy golden eyes, causing Fuji's smile to widened at the sight. 'Yes, we definitely have one cute kohai.' "At dinner we'll be introduce to our opponents for tomorrows matches and later tonight, Oishi and I will be meeting with both Sakurafubuki-san and the captain of his tennis team to discuss the lineup."

"Sounds interesting." Fuji smiled.

Oishi nodded his head. "We have to get ready if we want to make the dinner on time." He grabbed Eiji. "Let's meet in the hallways and we'll head down to dinner together." Everyone nodded their head. "Come on Eiji. We have to get ready, and you know how long it takes you to do your hair."

The group chuckled.

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Dinner was an interesting affair.

Golden eyes glanced around the lavish dining area. Being in several cruise ships since he was a child, Ryoma was use to the bright lights, loud noises and the expensive taste some high-rollers like to indulge in, but something about this cruise ship seemed fishy to him. Fake, perhaps. He just couldn't put his finger on what that something was.

Feeling a pair of eyes drilling holes into the side of his head, Ryoma turned, half expecting the eyes to belonged to the boy who claimed to be his older brother, but as he turned, he saw the older boy was to busy chatting up the girls sitting beside him to look his way. Rolling his eyes, 'If this Ryoga is my older brother, I wouldn't be too surprise. He's just like that perverted old man. He would be proud someone inherited his perverseness, if nothing else.'

Shifting his attention to the left of Ryoga, the young tennis prince flinched back a bit. The eyes that had bore into him belonged to the magnate of the ship. Eyes dark and filled with a hunger, he wasn't sure he wanted to contemplate the reason. Seeing his attention that man grinned, flashing yellowed teeth at him causing the boy to jerk back and whip his head away, breaking any sort of eye contact with the man. His skin crawled in revulsion and dread filled him.

Brown eyes narrowed as he witnessed the scene that had taken place. His fist clenched and lips twisted. He dared the man to make a move on the younger and it would be the last thing he ever did. He would have to keep a vigilant eye on the tennis prodigy.

"Are you alright, Ochibi-chan?" The redhead wrapped an arm around the small boys shoulder. "You look kind of sick. Are you coming down with a cold? Do you need a doctor? Oishi, nya!" Kikumaru turned towards his double's partner in concern. "Chibi is getting sick."

Ryoma sighed. "I'm fine, Eiji-senpai." The feminine boy glanced towards the teams mother hen when he saw the older boy pushing his chair back, a frown tugging at his lips, green eyes shinning in worry. "I'm not sick, Oishi-senpai. Calm down. Everything is fine and I'll take a rest after dinner."

Momo snickered, reaching over to slap his best friends back. "We can't have you getting sick, no we cant, ne mamushi." The dunk smash specialist glanced towards his rival who only hissed in reply, narrowing his eyes at his year-mate before choosing to ignore him.

"If you say so, Ochibi-chan, nya. But if you do start getting sick, make sure you tell Tezuka or Oishi, so they can take care of you, okay?" The redhead prodded the younger gently. Ryoma grunted and nodded his head in agreement. "Okay. Good. We just worry about you Ochibi, since you're the youngest."

The two boys turned their attention towards their host as he began speaking, though, Ryoma still felt uneasy about the older man and he made a mental note to phone his friend again and see if he found out anything about Sakurafubuki Hikomaru.

"Regulars of Seishun Gakuen, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for accepting my invitation."

Tezuka shook his head briefly. "It is us who should be thanking you for your invitation. It was very nice of you to do so. We are thankful for this opportunity." Ryoma hid a small smile at his captains formalness. Slanting a look towards the host, he resisted the urge to claw his eyes out, for once again those dark orbs was focused on him, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.

"I usually invite my business associates for a party several times a year." The man stated, "Also, I love tennis as well, and even have my own club." The man stood up, walking around his team, he slapped a hand to his forehead as he passed the teenager flirting with the female guest. "The exhibitionist match is the main attraction for this party and i'm just honored that I was able to have Seigaku be apart of it. I've heard nothing but good things about your team and how you've won most of your matches. And how passionate you boys are about the sport." As the man came to a stop behind his chair, Ryoma stiffened up as a hand lightly brushed his shoulders, causing his breath to hitch. He continued on as if nothing happened, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow's matches."

The team murmured between themselves, before glancing across the table, taking in their opponents for tomorrow's matches. Excitement was definitely burning within their blood. They couldn't wait to test their strength against high school students. And for the upcoming first years, for high school, these matches will gauge how well they will be able to play next year.

"Allow me to introduce my team." Clearing his throat, "The captain."

Ryoma glanced towards his brother, and snorted. The older teenager wasn't even paying attention to busy talking to the simpering females beside him. Really, if the teenager was his brother, he took after their father well. The old man will be quite proud of this fact.

"Captain." Sakurafubuki tried to gain Ryoga's attention, "Captain!"

Ryoga turned his attention towards the magnate and apologize, getting to his friend he bowed. "Echizen Ryoga, nice to meet you."

Tezuka stood up, bowing. "It seems you share the same family name with our Echizen. What a coincidence." The Seigaku captain stated, shifting a look towards the first year. The boy really did look pale, and Tezuka hoped the younger wasn't coming down with anything.

"Coincidences are scary." Ryoga replied before waving his hand towards Ryoma. "Hey, Chi-bi-suke." he hollered, causing Ryoma to lower himself in his seat. Cheeks coloring in embarrassment. 'Aside from sharing similar appearances, I wouldn't be too surprise if Ryoga was my older brother. He and that old man are too alike for us not to be related. He must be the one in my dreams. No doubt about it. I wonder what happened?' "Minna thank you for taking care of my little brother." he called out.

Momo snickered. "No problem, no problem at all." he called out while Eiji glomped him, telling Ryoga how 'cute Ochibi is' 'how lucky he is to have Ochibi as a younger brother' and how 'unfair it is that Ochibi couldn't be his brother instead.' Fuji's smile was strained at the edges, eyes opened and peering at the older Echizen like he wanted nothing more then to grill the man alive. The rest of the team was more polite, nodding their heads or not bothering to say anything on the matter.

As the rest of the team introduced themselves, Ryoma zoned out, turning his attention towards the flashy chef. 'That guy is trying to hard to impress the audience. Besides the food wasn't at all good.' He frowned. 'This was the first time, that he could remember, that it, where the food was horrible. Usually cruises had one of the best chefs, met to not only entertain the guest but offer world class cuisines.

"Echizen."

Ryoma blinked and turned in his seat. "Buchou?"

Tezuka frowned at the younger male. Brown eyes narrowed as he reached a hand out, placing it against the prodigy's forehead. "Are you sure you're feeling well, Echizen? If not, it's alright to sit out of tomorrow's matches."

"No, I'm fine buchou." Ryoma glanced towards the sides only to blink, "Where did everyone else go?" Tezuka bit back a chuckle as catlike eyes gazed confused at him, pivoting, he motioned towards the first year to follow him.

The rest of the team was waiting by the staircase. "Minna." At the captain's call, each of the members straightened up and gave Tezuka their undivided attention, "Oishi and I are going to meet with Sakurafubuki-san to go over tomorrows lineups. I don't want you causing too much trouble, so either be in your room or on the deck."

"Hai, buchou." The group chorused.

With a nod of his head, the captain and vice captain walked away while the rest of the team headed towards their rooms to change out of their formal clothes.

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To be continued

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Here's the second chapter. This chapter is dedicated to the three people who took time to review, thanks. Lady Lily Anne, ScarletRoofs and RainbowStarMountain. I also want to thank the 17 favorites and 19 alerts I received.

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