Atobe Keigo had grown a lot in the last ten years. He had lost close friends and promised to save another. He had taken in the financial and physical burden of that friend and couldn't regret it. He had fully taken over the Atobe enterprises and much to the displeasure, Keigo had swiftly made sure all his old middle school friends worked under him. Atobe had found keeping in touch with them was a lot easier when they all worked for him. As such it was much easier to have them come over for a tennis match or say buy all of them tickets to go watch professionals play tennis.

"Keigo," Jiro Akutagawa called out, waving him over.

The stadium they were at was mostly full as people gathered around to watch and see who would receive the grand slam. The old middle school tennis star teams of Japan had gathered to watch as two of their own battled it out.

Toyama Kintaro ran onto the court smiling, waving to the screaming crowd in happiness. His jack a bright yellow and lined with green, custom made for him by Atobe, to match his old school jersey.

The crowd started to hush as two people stepped out of the door. Brown hair and a scar on his forehead, Fuji Yuuta walked over to the opposite bench to lay down a larger than normal tennis bag. Nodding in greeting to Kintaro he turned back to his companion.

"You ready Ryoma?"

With dark green tinted hair stood the now twenty-two year old, leaning heavily on his prosthetic leg.

"Ohy! Kintaro, who do you want to face today?" the boy called out, ignoring his companions' question.

"Tezuka." The red head called back, moving fluidly to take his place at the court.

Yuuta carefully took out a white racquet from the bag, barely glancing at the other colored racquets, one of which he knew once belonged to his older brother and none that were Ryoma's.

"Kintaro verse Tezuka? How do you think he will do Kuranosuke?" Atobe muttered, leaning forward to talk to the brown haired male in front of him.

"Ryoma's Tezuka is perfect. He finished Tezuka's style with quick movements. Kintaro will have a hard time. But he would want the challenge." Hitose Senri spoke up from next to his former captain, his sister sitting next to him.

"That is of course, if he only stays to Tezuka and does not change racquets. Momoshiro's and Kawamaru's heavy hit style could possible break bones." Ishida Testu from a row below them.

"Kintaro chose his opponent. You don't think he'd change styles do you?" Tachibana asked.

"It's what made him so dangerous to his other opponents. They had no clue that Ryoma works with eight different styles of play." Sanada Genichiro spoke, his eyes watching as Ryoma delicately twirled the racquet.

"Eight racquets, eight styles, one player." Yukimura Seiichi murmured, a small smile playing at his lips.

"I think that no matter who wins this match will be spectacular and show the spirit of Seigaku."

"I can still remember him learning how to walk again."

"Falling over and over always with fight-o on his lips."

"I nearly had a heart attack when I saw his racquet in the trash."

"I nearly had a heart attack when I found him outside at four am with Fuji's racquet trying to do the triple counters."

"His first competition after it all…"

"When they wouldn't let him into a competition because he was 'crippled.'"

"He's come far." Atobe agreed, a small smile on his face as he watched the two younger boys fight. "He's grown, and learned. He's not fully healed, but I doubt he ever will be. But he has eight people that he refuses to let down, and as long as he fights with those racquets, he will not lose. So sorry Shitenhoji, Seigaku is going to win, again."

All the boys look at the court, eyes seeing a battle years in the making, and agreed. One side with a lone red haired boy standing tall ready to take on a friend and rival and on the other nine people stood. All wearing blue and white jerseys, each ready to help if the other fell. And just as quickly as they saw it, they saw a lone boy with dark hair wearing a blue and black shirt, a white racquet clutched in his hands as he carried his brother's dreams and his own. And they knew, just like they knew the sky was blue that, the Prince of Seigaku would not lose.

"15-Love"

"You know what Atobe?" Shiraishi Kuranosuke said. "I don't have any problem with that."

So this took way longer for me to post then i meant it to and im very sorry. I do plan on having other one shots for this AU univere.

I originally planned on this to be much long (why i asked about pairing) but it took a different turn then i planned. I'm unsatisfied with how this ended but I hope everyone that has read this has enjoyed this story thus far.