This is complete crack! Though I kind of always wanted to do something like this XD

But what am I rambling about?! On to the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis...word...

Far Away in the Kingdom of Hyotei

"Why that cocky, arrogant little-!"

"It's a K+ rated story you can't swear," Jiroh whispered sleepily.

"Midget," Atobe said, relunctantly finishing his sentence, "We're just going to change that before the story ends."

"Aren't you overreacting a bit Atobe?" Oshitari said frowning, "I mean we are sending in the M-S's to

Seigaku kingdom, isn't that a bit harsh?"

Atobe ignored him, "Are the M-S's ready?"

Oshitari sighed and nodded.

Atobe would've cackled evilly, but he was too good for that. Instead he decided to look hot and brush his hand through his hair like he was in a herbal essence commercial.

Somebody got turned on in that room.

Back in the Kingdom of Seigaku

Ryoma sneezed.

He sat in his throne for a few seconds.

"Some one's talking about me," He said stroking his beloved cat, "I feel like doom is approaching the kingdom…"

He sat in serious thought for a few seconds.

"Guards!" He yelled, "I think we need more tennis courts near the castle's vicinity."

Tennis courts always made everything better.

"Um…I'm sorry prince but apparently all your property is being occupied." said the castle's architect, named Bob, who happened to walk by.

"With what?"

"The other 256 tennis courts you decided to build…" Bob muttered timidly.

Ryoma looked out the huge window.

He was going to get his tennis court no matter what.

"Prepare the bulldozer," Ryoma ordered getting up.

Meanwhile…

Momoshiro sighed as he stared at the bulldozer making its way through the town. The prince (soon to be king) stood on it looking as cocky and confident as usual.

It's not like he hated the prince, he was actually pretty cool.

But he kind of had an obsession…with tennis; everyone just says it's his hobby.

But there's a fine line between hobby and obsession. The kid destroyed his duck farm to make another tennis court. (HIS duck farm)

And he liked his duck farm, especially Joe his blue colored duckling.

And no that duckling did not have some genetic disease, it was blue cause it was cool.

"Takeshi-san…"

Then again, now he had a tennis court, free of charge.

"Takeshi-san!"

Momoshiro turned towards the sound of the voice. Actually he looked down. There was a boy standing in front of him, honey brown hair that almost reached his shoulders, with a smile plastered on his face. He about 3 inches shorter.

"Maa…You are Takeshi-san right?" He asked.

"That's me," Momo said, then added, "You can just call me Momo."

"So Momo, I heard you are selling your store, correct?" He asked.

"Yup," Momo said.

"For how much?"

"Around 80,000 at the least, it's a pretty big sized store."

"My budget is 50,000."

"Sorry, can't sell it to you."

"I think you didn't hear me correctly," Fuji said a content smile on his face, "My budget is 50,000 dollars."

Something deep in Momo's gut told him not to argue with this guy.

"Um…it's a deal…?" Momo said unsurely backing away.

"It's been nice doing business with you," Fuji said as he handed Momo a bag and carried a box inside the empty shop, "We'll take care of the paper work later."

"Woah, he paid in cash…" Momo said looking into the bag.

"Momo," Fuji said from inside the shop, "I just came into the town today, well, country for that matter, do you mind giving me a tour?"

"Um…sure…" Momo said reluctantly.

That herbal essense reference reminds me of something...Oh wait I think I got that from Link and Luigi's story, REMOTE (You should read it, Prince Ryoma commands you)

P.S.: Sorry for the short chapter, it's more like a prelude...