Bokkaku-Sama: Well this is my first story, And I know people don't really read the author's notes, but whatever. Okay I know it's a little weak, but as the story progresses it will be good I promise you. And Please review, because I would LOVE to hear what you think, even if you just want to say hoe much it sucks! Sorry if there are spelling erros, my brother deleted my microsoft word so I have to use basic Note pad.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Prince of Tennis. If I did, there would be no female characters and the Tennis Players would all have hot sweaty sex all of the time!
"Ochibi..."
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"Ochibi..."
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"Ochibi!"
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"NYA! OCHIBI!" Gold eyes snapped towards the source of the noise.
"Hai, Kikumaru-sempai?" he responded dully. Eiji stared at him with worry filled blue eyes. He frowned before turning to Oishi who was watching their practice match.
"Ochibi, I've been calling you for a while, It's your turn to serve." Eiji gave his happy go lucky smile and nya-ed. 'Ochibi' blinked before pulling a tennis ball out of his pocket and serving a, less than average, twist serve that was slower than usual.
Seigaku's mother hen frowned with worry as the match proceded. Ryoma hadn't been playing as well as normal lately, and the whole team was noticing. Ryoma was spacing out more often, and he seemed even more withdrawn than usually. Ryoma won the match but not as easily as he should have. The Seigaku regulars all shared looks unnoticed by the freshman superstar as they got dressed. They noticed Ryoma was no longer in the club house and they rushed a little and made their way outside. Looking around they saw Ryoma a few feet ahead of them making his way towards the school entrance.
Eiji leaped and tackled the poor kid, causing his stuff to fall everywhere. Ryoma scrambled to pick it all up and Momoshiro bent down to help.
"Oy, Echizen we're going out for burgers, want to come?" Momo asked handing the smaller boy a book he had dropped.
"I can't Momo-sempai, I have to get home." Ryoma replied eyes locked on the ground as he quickly made his way out the gates of Seishun Gakuen. The regulars frowned in worry when they noticed a small green notebook on the ground where Ryoma had been. Momo picked it up inspecting it carefully before handing it to Fuji.
"Hmm, seems Ryoma's keeping a journal, saa I say we read it, find out what's bugging our baby boy." Fuji's ice blue eyes opened daring anyone to disagree.
"Fuji..." Tezuka warned. Fuji turned to him anger and worry in his eyes.
"Kunimistu... If this thing tells why Ryoma has been so down lately not even YOU could keep me from reading it." He replied coldly before flipping open the cover and seeing that the date marked this entry as yesturday's. He cleared his voice and read aloud the first page.
"Dear Journal, you are a journal, not a diary like baka oyaji says. It's almost time for school to be out. Mom gave me this for my twelveth birthday back in December, but I've decided to write in it now. She said it was so I could write down my problems and think of ways to solve them.
Bull shit.
I may be twelve, but I'm not stupid. That excuse might have worked on Oyaji, but I know the real reason she gave this to me. She gifted me with this so I wouldn't run to her or oyaji, Oyaji especially, for help.
Dad doesn't think I know this, but I've known since I was three years old. Mom doesn't love me, I was a mistake she never wanted, and to keep her happy Dad quit tennis right before he could have become the best, he quit and stayed home to take care of me so mom could be happy and work. I guess that's why he tries so hard to make me stronger to make me better at tennis. To fufill a dream he could not.
Mom's jealous, I can see it in her eyes when she yells at me because Dad's not around. She's jealous that Dad spends more time with me than her, atleast thats what I think. But she doesn't admit that when she hits me, she says it's jsut because she hates me, it's just because I'm a mistake, a perminant stain on her life, a leech.
Dad's been gone all week on buisness trips with Ryuuzaki-sensei and since he's gone Mom's started to hit me again, it get's worse and worse each day that passes but I fear to worst has yet to come.
Dad called today and Mom got all excited, she answered the phone and in less than four seconds lost all the excitment in her eyes. She turned to me holding out the phone and glaring as if she wanted me to burst into flames. 'Your father want's to talk to you..' She seethed and threw the phone at me so it hit my chest hard enough to knock the wind out of me.
Dad asked me how I was doing, how the team was doing and if I had defeated any new opponents. When I had finished talking to him I hung up and found mom drinking in the kitchen and smoking. She glared at me before taking a long swig of her beer and throwing the bottle at me.
Despite my fast reflexes it hit my shoulder and I yelped as the shards of glass embedded themselves in my flesh. Suddenly she was standing infront of me and she smacked me as hard as she could, I prayed it wouldn't bruise, and she yelled at me telling me to get out of her site.
So I hurried to my room and bandaged my shoulder. It hurts like hell and I know tennis practice tomorrow will be hell. I hope none of the sempai's notice, I don't need any pity and I'm dealign with this as best as I can. But part of me wishes they'll notice tomorrow, I can't help it I'm scared.
I, the one everyone calls 'Seigaku's Brat Prince' am deathly scared of tomorrow. I think my mom's going to actually kill me, the crazed look in her eye has devoured her expression everytime she looks at me. I think she'll finally snap, I'm scared for tomorrow. Baka Oyaji, come home already... please. With Nanako back at college, living on campus Mom's got every opportunity to get rid of me.
I heard her talking to herself, muttering scenarios to tell cops. I know this must be the last night of my life. Im so scared I can't write anymore. I have to sleep, somehow. Baka Oyaji, come home... please come home." Fuji looked up at the other regulars, shock was evident on everyone's faces.
"Ochibi's Oka-san... hits him?" Eiji gasped eyes filled with unshed tears.
"She isn't going to kill him, is she?" Oishi stared in fright.
"Damnit! NOT IF I HAVE ANY SAY IN IT!" Momo yelled out before taking off.
"Nya! Momo! Wait!" Eiji cried out chasing after the junior.
The other regulars followed as Momo led them to Echizen's house. Momo was banging on the gate spasticly and Kaidoh was trying to stop him.
"Fsshhu Baka Peach! Calm down!" Kaidoh growled. A loud ear piercing scream came from the house and they all froze where they were. Momo frantically moved to a potted plant pulling a key out form under it.
"How..?" Kawamura stared.
"No time, Echizen is in trouble!" Momo retored. Fuji nodded as they busted into the house. The was broken glass everywhere and empty beer bottles wich was soon followed by a trail of blood. They heard a voice talking and turned the corner halfway to see a tall woman, most likely Ryoma's mother, ranting and raving.
"You! You demon spawn! You have been a thorn in my side for twelve years too long. I should have gotten an abortion, but No! Your father thought it was inhumane. But now you deserve to die, you wretched little tennis slut! You think you can waltz into my life and steal everything I worked so hard for! Well you can't! You can't! Do you hear me!" She screeched shrilly as she threw the small cowering figure under her into a wall.
The regulars gasped as they realized it was Ryoma. The small freshman had multiple cuts and bruises on him, his left arm was bent at a funny angle and his right leg was obviously broken by the way the bones stuck up through the skin. Eiji gasped, tears in his eyes as he burried his face in Oishi's chest. Momo too had tears in his eyes but mostly anger. Fuji's ice blue orbs were wide in fury as the woman grabbed the small boy bye his har and lifted a knife to his throat. There was a dangerous glimmer in her eyes as she forced Ryoma's head back to expose his small pale neck.
Ryoma's golden eyes locked onto where the regulars hid and said people could only hold their breath as they saw his eyes. An unearthly color of gold rimmed in red from crying, a flury of emotions raging behind glassy eyes. They yelled out as his eyes closed at the very moment the sharp knife slit the pale skin causing deep red blood to flow freely down. The woman turned at the sound of their yell, she dropped her knife and Ryoma, and she scrammbled to escape.
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