Eternal.Angel
June 30, 2007 to July 1, 2007 (EDITED August 13, 2007)
Disclaimers: I do not own any part whatsoever of Prince of Tennis.
Summary: Sleeping over at Fuji's house could be one of the worst choices that the Seigaku Tennis Club Regulars and Freshmen have ever made in their entire lives! Being sucked into a video game that was just being played with, the regulars and freshmen must find a way out by saving the entire world! But…how? Enjoy! And don't forget to review please!
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Escapade One: Sleep-Over Surprise!
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The sun was at its zenith, and sweat glands trickled down the forehead of Echizen Ryoma as he performed the one-foot split step to counterattack a drop volley. He slid onto the rocky ground, little pebbles and bits of dust bouncing off his face. The freshman had thought it was over, but then he realized he accidentally hit a lob.
His opponent on the other side of the court took his chance to score the match point. Backing up a few steps, and bringing his racket slightly back, he prepared himself to score with one of his Triple Counters – Hakugei. In the knick of time, the wind was blowing in the opposite direction, his sleek hair spreading wildly, mostly pointing in an arrow shape.
With full force, Seigaku's prodigy, Fuji Syuusuke, hit the ball so that it would fly upwards, inches away from touching the face (not that anyone was there), and bounced on the baseline, then returning to the prodigy's hand with the help of a gentle breeze.
"Game and match to Fuji. Six games to four."
The two regulars stood up to the net and shook hands. As their hands disconnected, Fuji opened his mouth and spoke, "Nice game, Echizen."
"Hn, Fuji-senpai," sounded the freshman as he walked away to the benches. Fuji did the same and they both left the court. As the senpai opened the gate, he mentioned to Echizen about a sleep-over party over the weekend.
"Sleep-over?" asked Echizen wonderingly.
"Yea," replied Fuji, "Just something to relax ourselves from tennis. I thought that you might want a break or so."
The boy raised his eyebrow and stared at his senpai. "Anyone else going?"
His senpai placed on a sadistic smile and finally said, "All the regulars and freshmen."
CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST!
CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST!
Weekend: 6:07 PM
"Arigatou, Kaa-san," thanked Ryoma as he latched the car door handle open and slammed it shut.
The car window rolled down and the boy saw his mother's smiling face. "No problem. Now have fun Ryoma. I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, OK?"
"Hn. Ja ne," answered her son, as he lagged his extra-large sleeping bag on the cemented ground, threw his tennis bag over his shoulder, and a small Nike bag carried on the other shoulder.
As the car drove away, Echizen wondered if the time was too early for him to come. He rang the doorbell of the Fuji Resident and tapped his foot slightly, waiting for someone to come and open the door.
"Saa," came a voice as the door opened, "You're here, Echizen. Come make yourself at home." Fuji widened the door space, allowing the freshman to come inside.
"Just place your belongings by this closet here. You can pick it up later when we go to bed," said the sadist with a smile. He widened his eyes for a moment and added, "Everyone's in the living room. Have fun while I do some errands." His senpai waved a hand before heading to the kitchen.
He dragged his bags into the opened closet and proceeded to the living room. It were as if a zoo were going on: Kikumaru Eiji, the acrobatic tennis player, was hopping on the leather sofa, jumping up and down as his head hit the ceiling many times; Oishi Shuichiro, or the mother of Seigaku (as they say), tried countless times calming down his hyper red-headed doubles partner; Momoshiro Takeshi, the powerhouse, was arguing head-on with Kaidoh Kaoru, the Viper who could scare anyone with his deadly glare.
"Hmm..Ii data," mumbled a certain Inui Sadaharu, as he took note of the argument going on between the second years. The captain of the tennis club, Tezuka Kunimitsu, had his eyes goggled into a novel that he was reading, not paying attention to anything. Watching a tennis match on the TV, the freshman trio, consisting of Horio Satoshi, Kachiro Kato, and Katsuo Mizuno, stared in awe as a tennis player served an excellent and powerful shot. Lastly, the two fan girls, Osakada Tomoka and Ryuzaki Sakuno flipped through the pages of the latest tennis magazine, pointing at pictures and reading aloud articles.
No one seemed to notice that a certain freshman was standing in a room full of empty cups, refreshments, trash, and busy people. He stood still and waited for their response. Then he coughed slightly and looked around. No one paid attention.
Echizen coughed louder, but still no one paid any attention to him.
Sighing, he went back to the closet and shuffled through his bag. He took out his favorite tennis racket and a neon ball and threw it into the air. He twisted his body and with his right hand he performed the Twist Serve.
The orb landed on the living room floor, swirling away trash that was close by with its powerful twist, and bounced off to only not hit a face, but a picture hanging on the wall.
The hanging tipped off from its nailed position and crashed onto the head of the captain. He startled and shook, keeping his serious expression, and with his right hand knocked down cups of soda.
A cup on the edge of the table was knocked down, and the drink spilled onto the Data man's lap, which also held his secretive, precious, and informative notebook. Realizing the unusually large stain that damaged his data, he abruptly stood up from his seat and muttered, "How is this possible? I am 85 sure that I had finished that drink of mine, and it would only be 63 that the drink would spill on my lap, and 53 that it would stain my notebook. But now that my data is ruined, there is no point but to start all over again." He heaved a big sigh and flung the notebook into the open air, and said to himself, "70 that the notebook will hit somebody ––"
The spiraling notebook flung itself and smacked onto the face of Horio Satoshi, who fell unconscious from the attack, and his two companions rushed to his side. Horio wiggled side to side like a piece of jello, and fell upon the television remote, accidentally changing the channel to a fuzzy one.
"–75 percent that the channel will be fuzzy–"
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" went the television, buzzing real loudly.
"EEKKKKKKKKKKKK!" shrieked Tomoka, throwing the tennis magazine into the air, landing who-knows-where.
"T-tomo-chan!" exclaimed Sakuno in surprise. "The tennis magazine!"
"–78 percent that the tennis magazine of Osakada and Ryuzaki will be thrown into the air–"
But they realized too late. The magazine hurled and bounced off Kaidoh's head, knocking him dead. He hissed for a moment before falling and landing onto Momoshiro's body.
"–80 that Kaidoh will land on Momo–"
"AGHHHHHHHHHH! GET OFF ME MAMUSHI!" yelled Momo, as he ran around like a squealing pig, back and forth, trying to throw Kaidoh off his shoulders. "GET AWAY FROM ME Y-Y-OO-U THING!" He pushed him away with full force and fell on his back.
Kaidoh, not knowing that he was about to be the cause of Eiji's accident, tumbled over like a bowling pin and see-sawed the acrobatic player's exposed toothpaste and toothbrush (like God, who knows why he would have his dental things out, don't ask me) into the air.
"–85 percent that the toothpaste and toothbrush of Kikumaru will fly into the air–"
"Eiji!" cried Oishi, seeing his favorite flavored toothpaste and toothbrush in the air. Quickly he jumped onto the leather sofa to catch the toothpaste first. Eiji, now realizing that his dental things were flying jumbo-mumbo, yelped at the horrific sight, "NYYYYYYAAAAAA! MY TOOTHBRUSH AND TOOTHPASTE!!!!!!" and he forced himself to grab the toothbrush.
"–88 percent that Oishi will get for the toothpaste, and Kikumaru for the toothbrush–"
Because of stupid gravity, it was quite hard for the acrobatic to force himself upward without an extra push. In slow motion, he turned his body, trying his hardest to spiral upwards, and his hand stretched, hoping to reach the end of the toothbrush.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WON'T MAKE ITTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!" whined the favorite-toothpaste lover, twiddling his fingers to make an attempt for it. His fingers at last managed to catch hold of it, but they slipped out of his grasps as the last moment.
"–90 percent that the toothbrush will be amiss, and soon to pass on to Oishi–"
"OISHI!" cried Eiji, "GET THE TOOTHBRUSH AND PASS IT ON TO M–"
"SPLAT!" his face was molded into the leather sofa.
Oishi, now at the ceiling, tried to get into the law of gravity (not that he knew the equation for it anyway) and attempt to grab the toothbrush. "Get it, Oishi!" began the worry wart, as he talked to himself, "You have to get it for Eiji, or he'll go crazy and who-knows-what will happen if I miss it. I can't lose!"
Beads of sweat formed on his head, and he felt hot inside. The pressure was too great for him, so great that he flew downwards back to his seat. He clenched his fist tightly, squeezing the eyes out of him, telling himself that he failed.
"OISHI!" sobbed Eiji, complaining, "HOW COULD YOU FAIL AND LEAVE MY TOOTH –"
A bunch of toothpaste was squirted out from the tight fist and was spread all over his face. Kikumaru sat in his place, still as ever. There was silence in the entire room. Everyone looked and blinked at the tennis player.
His doubles player caught hold of the toothbrush and tried scrubbing away all the toothpaste. But that only made it worst: his face was as large as a cloud, he smelled like apples, and the bubbles were increasingly larger each time Oishi tried scrubbing them away.
"NYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" exploded Eiji, screaming away all the toothpaste plastered on his face. He rubbed it off with his sleeve and started screeching his head off, whining in a fast language: "ArghwhydidyouallruinmyfavoritetoothpasteandOishiwhycouldn'tyoucatchmytoothbrushIamreallyreallyreallyannoyedrightnowbecausenowallOFMYTOOTHPASTEISGONEANDITWASMYFAVORITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The whiner continued to scream as his face turned chili red (since he's not breathing), and he threw the toothbrush to another unknown place.
"–93 percent that the toothbrush will go flying again–"
Indeed, true to Inui's words, the toothbrush went flying somewhere. The end of the brush stabbed at the crown of Kawamaru's head, who was helping Fuji with preparing more refreshments, and the toothbrush was caught in his hand.
"WHO THREW THIS TOOTHBRUSH AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!! COME ON OUT, BABY, OR I'LL SCRATCH YOUR FACE ALL OVER WITH THIS THING!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted the sushi-man as his grip on the basin of sushi fell upon Fuji's left foot. The cover spilled open, and flooded on the floor were different flavored sushi.
"–97 percent that the sushi shall drop onto Fuji's foot–"
The toothbrush dropped with a clatter.
The toothpaste bottle rolled off with a clunk.
The novel that Tezuka was reading fell as the pages flipped in midair.
Then, there was silence.
And more silence.
And more silence.
"–100 percent that there will be silence–"
A vein pop grew in the sadist's head.
"A-all-l of-f y-yo-ou, c-clean-n this-s mes-ss-s up-p r-right n-now," Fuji spoke slowly, his eyes gradually widening bit by bit. Everyone fled the living room and trampled upstairs.
"–and 120 percent that Fuji will come and torture us if we do not run away before letting him clean," answered Inui, scribbling the notes on his hand before following the rest of the group.
CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST!
CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST! CONQUEST!
After the living room was cleaned, the tennis ball was found and was put away, a new toothpaste flavored apple was bought, a new notebook was replaced instead of the stained, dirty one, the TV was turned off, the tennis magazine was recovered, new sushi was made, Kikumaru's face was bandaged up, and Kaidoh's nose was treated, the regulars and freshmen proceeded back to the renewed living room, and they all sat in their usual spots.
"Whew," began Momo, wiping his sleeve on his forehead, "this sleepover is more tiring than relaxing."
A muffled voice was heard behind the continuous wraps on a certain somebody's head, "Datsveecoughsooookidahoikeabcs!" (A/N: Translation: That's because…and I forget the rest).
"Eiji-senpai!" responded the second year, with a slight whine to it.
"Anyways," complained Horio, "what is there to do now? I'm sure Fuji-senpai doesn't want us to cause another mess again."
"Urasai," muttered Kaidoh, who had two tissues stuck up in his nose to prevent the continuous bleeding of his nasal passages, loud enough for the gaudy-dressed boy to hear.
"Hai," replied the freshman in a low voice.
"Saa," began Fuji with a smile, "let's play a game while we eat."
"A game?" asked Momoshiro, who was in the middle of strangling Eiji-senpai to death with the bandages. "What game?"
"It's a game I rented from the video games section. It's the most popular and newest game out so far. Everyone is playing it right now, so it should be fun," responded the sadist.
"Well then," exasperated Oishi, as he reached into the basin to grab an Anago Sushi, "let's start playing it."
"Hmm, isn't that the most popular and hottest games out of all video games, Conquest, where you have to beat the evil masters in order to save the entire world from danger? It's been over the market for two months and they are still making high profits. Rated five out of five stars are what the players say," observed Inui, writing down mysterious notes about the video game.
As he inserted the disc into the compartment, Fuji replied, "Yes. Yuuta plays it often, and I see him play it a lot, so I thought I should give it a try." He attached more plugs of the controls to the PC.
Everyone found a comfortable spot in the living room before beginning to play. Then the tensai said, "I don't have enough controls for everybody, so we might have to team up in pairs. It's quite expensive to rent several used ones and use your own."
"Daijoubu, minna. I don't have to play," offered Ryuzaki.
"It is all right. I do not feel like playing," said Tezuka, walking to the closet and taking out another novel to read.
After hearing some rejections, Fuji counted out the number of controls before making his decision, "We'll stay in pairs. But how to choose our partners, I wonder…"
After a speedy recovery, Kikumaru tore off the bandages from his face, leaving behind many dark marks and lines. "Hoi hoi! Nya nya! We can choose pieces of paper with numbers in them. Two of the same will be partners, nya?"
"Good idea!" said Oishi, "I'll start writing them out."
And so after a few minutes of choosing papers, the partners were settled: Fuji and Echizen were one team, Oishi and Momoshiro were another, Kikumaru and Osakada could be named as the lively group, Kaidoh hissed (who knows if it's in pleasure or in complaint) being partnered with Inui, Kawamaru and Horio teamed up as one, Kachiro and Katsuo were the usual freshmen pair, and Ryuzaki could play with Tezuka if either of them felt like it.
The game was turned on, and big words inscribing 'Conquest: Save the World!" appeared on the screen. The lively team already began dancing around, excited for the challenge.
Inui took the disc case and flipped inside to find a manual. He opened the small booklet and read the first page, "The objective of 'Conquest: Save the World!' is to defeat the masters that have taken over the entire Earth and save the source of life from dying. You will meet many friends along the way and you will form bitter enemies. Either way, no matter the obstacles, you must gain enough experience points and power to beat the main enemies and save the entire planet." He flipped a page and continued on reading, "To begin, select play and choose your character outfits, name, and beginner's status."
All the pairs had chosen their characters (separate, surprisingly; it's just that there aren't enough controls for each person) and they began the game.
As the pairs browsed around the area, the PC began to smoke slightly. It sizzled here and then, the sounds virtually unnoticeable until dark puffs of gas formed and were spouted out from the machine.
"What's that funny smell, nya?" asked Eiji as he sniffed the air, breathing in lots of dark gas and wheezing.
"Hmmm," observed the Data Man, peering around the smoky appliance, "It's probably burning, trying to cool down a little because of the control plugs and extra plugs required to play the game. We should let it rest a little before continuing."
"Awww," protested Momo, throwing down the control in his hands, "And I was getting warmed up too."
"Baka, porcupine-head," mumbled Kaidoh, "You're too impatient."
"Urasai, mamushi!"
"Grr, bring it on grizzly head!"
The two banged their foreheads on one another, staring at each other with deadly glares. Everyone else sighed and laid back, waiting for the machine, hopefully to cool down.
"Mada mada dane," murmured Echizen, as sipped his Ponta before lying down on the floor. His left hand accidentally hit the machine, burning his hand.
"Ouch!" snarled the freshman. He abruptly took his hand and blew on it. The machine began to sizzle even more, and it was starting to spark about. The processor began to rattle back and forth, causing a rocking motion across the floor.
"NYA!" cried Eiji, jumping on Osakada, "IT'S ALIVE!"
Tomoka was choking by the unintentional headlock, "Eiji-senpai, you're choking me" The pair fell down to the ground, Eiji's back hitting the DVD remote.
A sudden light shone brightly from the television screen, amazing the video game players. It grew brighter each second, until it was so intense that they had to close their eyes.
"What's going on?" asked Kachiro, but his partner could only shrug his shoulders.
"Wait you guys," said Horio, "I feel a strong wind coming."
A strong presence could be felt, a strong suction power as well. It was so powerful that everyone was dragged inside.
"Kyaa! Sakuno!!" shouted Tomoka, stretching her hand for Sakuno's.
"T-tomo-chan!" Sakuno squeaked in reply, trying to grab her hand. But everyone was sucked inside the strong wind, leading into the television.
"Chan, chan, chan," were the echoes left behind in the vast and empty living room. Everyone was gone. No one was there.
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Owari
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A/N: This idea actually came up when my sister was playing Final Fantasy X on her Playstation 2. And I was really stuck on my first story (because there's this certain phrase I can't finish…), and I thought of starting a new story. Haha…so far, most of these stories I will be writing are going to be longer than I expected, I doubt any one shots will come out yet. Please review and give me any feedback! I am very happy to be criticized because there is always room for improvement. Arigatou!
Ja ne, and I do not own any part of Prince of Tennis!
Eternal.Angel