Well, I know this story is marked as "complete" but I have decided to edit and repost the chapters of this series due to a lack of timeline and some places need a little work. Alright, alright that is an understatement... they need a lot of work. I apologize, for hte last two years I have participated in National Novel Writing Month and a few things came to my attention as I was writing some original works and I decided to transfer this new knowledge into one of my longest fan works.

Also, if you are reading this, I'll include the promised excert of "The Adventures of Angel Bakura" that will be posted soon and an excerpt from a rewrite of WMHH that will be posted in large numbers... and I know I may be hung up on this series a bit. For that I, again, apologize.

WMHH rewrite, now with Prince of Tennis!

[[It was a rather nice afternoon, for being rather close to the beginning of the new school year, and everyone seemed to be out and enjoying the good weather while it lasted. The sun was shining, the sky was a lively shade blue and unmarred by the fluffy, white clouds that usually dominated the day, and a pleasant breeze stirred anything that it could. For fifteen-year-old Motou Yugi, who attended Seishun Gakuen and was entering her third year, was rather jumpy on this day because it was almost to perfect and that usually meant something bad was going to happen.

Beyond introductions, Yugi pushed her rectangular glasses farther up on her nose as she checked her watch. Ryuuzaki Sumire had told her, when she practically sweet-talked her into attending the Kakinokizaka Junior Tournament, that her granddaughter was arriving, the coach of the Seishun Gakuen Boys Tennis Regular team, would be on time to pick up her granddaughter from the train station. Said older woman was currently rather absorbed in the present match, which meant she wasn't paying attention to time. "Ryuuzaki-sensei, you forgot about time again… didn't you?" she asked with a sigh as the older woman blinked and then hissed out a curse and took off running. "Why am I here again?" she asked herself with a defeated sigh and followed the older woman.

Twelve year old Ryuuzaki Sakuno checked her watch again, about the sixth time since the boy named Ryoma asked her for directions to the same place she was going, and now she was starting to feel rather nervous. She was a typical, pre-teenage girl with her hair in waist length pigtails and a pink pullover with a dark blue, knee length pleated skirt and white tennis shoes. "Oh Grandma, you're a half hour late now." She muttered as the older woman in a pink jumpsuit jogged towards her, a teenage girl with tri-colored hair and glasses following.

"Sorry, Sakuno." Ryuuzaki Sumire stated as her granddaughter looked past her to the other teenager. "Ah, Sakuno meet third-year Seishun Gakuen student Motou Yugi. Yugi my granddaughter Sakuno, she will be entering the next school year as a first-year."

"Dozo yoroshiku." Yugi stated with a nod as Sakuno bowed.

"I asked Yugi here to help explain tennis to you, as well as to keep you company." Sumire stated as Sakuno blushed in embarrassment. "Well, let's go then." She added turning towards the North exit of the station with Yugi following, but Sakuno frowned.

"Grandma, that isn't the way!" she cried out, waving her arms back and forth, as both paused to stare at the flustered pre-teen. "We need to go out the South Exit."

"The North Exit goes directly to the Tennis Gardens." Sumire stated as both then realized that Sakuno looked a bit worried about something.

They walked back to the Kakinokizaka Tennis Gardens in silence, but it was obvious something was on Sakuno's mind. Eventually the girl brought up the question of being late to a tennis match, the explanation of the "default" or forfeit, and then the girl running off looking worried. All Yugi did was shrug and follow her, making Sumire shake her head in amusement about today's youth. At least neither girl had been around for that comment or else it would have been debated.

Sakuno bit her lip as she looked around the grounds around the courts, approaching the vending machines, in search of the boy with the white cap and dark and white jacket. "I hope he is around here..." she whispered nervously, not paying attention to her surroundings.

"Ryuuzaki-san!" she heard Yugi shout, causing her to spin around to face the fifteen-year-old. "What's going on? You suddenly took off like a bolt, or my Grandfather itching to get into a new shipment of games." Yugi joked as the younger girl gave a nervous laugh.

"Sakuno-chan is fine, Motou-senpai." She corrected the girl, who shrugged in answer to that, but waited patiently for an answer to her question. "Um... I gave this boy at the station the wrong exit for Kakinokizaka, his name was Ryoma, and I wanted to see if he got to the matches..."

"So, you are hoping for the better?" Yugi questioned with a quirked eyebrow. This situation got more interesting as time passed, she suddenly felt like the day hadn't been wasted as she originally thought. At least it got her away from Aniki's prying eyes and away from her game analysis.

"Yes." The girl stated with another embarrassed blush, turning her head to the side. It was at this point that she spotted the familiar white hat of the boy at the station, this time he was lounging on the hillside with his bad beside him. "There he is!" she shouted, thankful to get away from the awkward situation but missed the "hmm" that Yugi gave as her glasses glinted and her hand twitched.

"Iie…" she muttered and then caught herself, biting her lip.

"Ex...excuse me..." Sakuno stated as she cautiously made her way down the hill to stand by him. The boy glanced up at her as Yugi slowly followed. "Did you make it on time?" she eventually asked, hands clasped in front of her.

"I was 5 minutes late." He stated in an even tone. "I defaulted."

"Ouch, that had to be harsh." Yugi thought as Sakuno let out a weird sound and bowed.

"The Adventures of Angel Bakura" Rewrite

Only one casualty of the four of them, which the mission was reported to having yeilded no results due to a lack of information with a few complaints about searching for something they did not know about. He returned to the Uchiha compound, deposited the box on to his futon in his spartan decorated room, and went to take a long bath in order to feel clean again. It took him five hours after taking a bath to get back to his room, having to listen to the wind-bags that was the Uchiha Elder Council and the booasting of father's about their sons and their accomplishments, to which his father always won throwing around his promotion and his high-level missions.

Disgusting.

Itachi kept his stoic façade up as he made his way back to his room, feeling more tense than when he left. Silently opening the door and slipping in, he paused for a moment and let out a few deep, cleansing breaths before shutting the door and turning to the box that was sitting on his bed. He turned the light on and silently debated what he should do with his "suvenior."

Pushing that train of thought to the side, for the time being anyways, he sat down on his futon and pulled the box into his lap and opened the lid again. Carefully he pulled the leather pack out and sat it on the covers, deciding that the pictures would be more interesting than that at the moment. As the pictures were cleared into a pile he found a solid gold necklace beneath them, a large black eye on the front, and it felt odd to him… almost like it was calling out to him. "Crazy." He muttered to himself and looked at the pictures.

The first four were of teenagers, after that he found himself envious. The young woman in the pictures was cuddling a baby, eventually a toddler with a man making his apperances. It hurt to think about all the long hours of training, of forced teaching by the Clan Elders and the private instructors, and no happy memories about his own family beyond the scowls and emotionless maskes. Tearing his eyes away from the happy family in the pictures he sat them to the side and decided to inspect the necklace.

Well, choker. Itachi had amended his previous thought quickly as soon as he carefully picked it up from the wood bottom and seen that it did not hang like a normal necklace. The metal felt warm in his hands, which was odd considering the fact that it was in a box for who knows how long. He felt a bit odd, as if he was floating, and before he realized it the world had changed around him.

"This was unexpected." A woman stated as Itachi's eyes snapped open, finding he was still in his room, but the silhouette of a woman was leaning over him with a frown. He did not move as the back of her hand was pressed against his forehead. "You are the first person to find that box since I had to possess that greedy old biddy and make sure everything she found of mine was safe. The nerve of some people." She added pulling away and glancing around.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Itachi demanded, on his feet as the kunai passed through her.

"Kid, I'm just a spirit for now… that kunai won't hurt me." She deadpanned as he blushed in embarassment at being caught like that. "Don't worry, your reflexes are good but you can't think on your feet or outside of the box… pardon the pun." She continued, ruffling his hair and getting a glare from him.

"Answer the questions." He growled as she cracked her knuckles and took a few steps back and decided to sit on the dresser she was backed against.

"My name is Yugi." Yugi stated pressing a hand to her chest and nodding her head. "I came from the Millennium Tauk, my prison, in which you released me. For that I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

While I know Author's Notes are frowned upon, this will turn into a chapter guide when I start to repost. Thank you for your cooperation. On that note, none of this is spell checked. They are all in the raw.