I don't own Prince of Tennis! Enjoy!- Sorry, just watched X-Men!

Kunimitsu Tezuka looked around him in fear. Where was he? The building he was in was dark and cold. He could see the mist come out of his captor's mouths as they dragged the kicking boy down the long hallway. The seven year old tried to scream for help, but the gag in his mouth muffled him. Everything was blurry as he didn't have his glasses. They had fallen off sometime during his struggle when the men came to get him. He closed his eyes as hot tears began to flow.

These monsters had killed his father, and for all he knew, his mother too.

"Come on, boy!" One of the burly men shouted as he yanked Tezuka's left arm. The boy felt a jolt of pain and attempted to cry out. He jerked back and tried to dig his heels into the concrete floor.

The other man punched him in the face…hard.

"Come on you little shit!"

Tezuka whimpered and tried to pull back. The first man pulled out his gag and spat in face.

"Do ya wanna say sometin'?"

Tezuka spat blood into the man's face and regretted it immediately. He had no time to react as another fist collided with his jaw. He felt his head snap to the side and for a moment, he felt like he was flying. Until, that is, he met with the floor.

He saw someone in a white lab coat come from a door ahead of them, however they were upside down. His vision began to swim and his hearing began to fade. His world began to darken, but he could register the fact that the new person was yelling at the men.

--

Tezuka opened his hazel brown eyes to find a white ceiling and bright lights. He snapped his eyes closed and brought up a hand to cover his eyes. He groaned and sat up slowly. His jaw hurt like hell but nonetheless he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes again.

What was this?

He looked around the room and noticed that everything was white. He had a small bed with white sheets, a small white nightstand, a white door, and white floors, ceilings, and walls. There was a large window that covered one whole wall and he could see people on the other side. He slowly went up to it and pressed a hand against it.

A woman with magenta hair and glasses looked up and smiled slightly. She pressed a finger against a button. A loud tone echoed in the room and the seven year old covered his ears.

"I'm sorry if this hurts you a bit Kunimitsu-kun. I'm Aoi Hanamura."

Tezuka dropped his hands slowly and looked around in amazement to see where the speakers were.

"W-where am I?"

Hanamura smiled at his innocent voice. However, that smile also held sadness.

"You're at The Island, my dear. You've been here for quite a few days actually. You may not remember, but you woke up a few times while you were under the influence of medication. We had to drug you to become calm."

Tezuka's brown eyes began to glow a soft hazel before turning green.

"Where am I?" His voice was tight and much more guttural.

"You are at The Island."

"Where. Am. I?"

"At th-,"

"WHERE AM I!?" His voice echoed and the window vibrated before cracking. Hanamura gasped and pressed another button. Red gas filled the room and Tezuka's eyes reverted back to brown as he covered his mouth and nose. He backed up into a corner of the room and began to cough.

"Not…again…," he muttered as he blacked out again.

Hanamura pressed another button and a white gas entered the room and neutralized it. She used a card to enter the room and walked towards Tezuka. The little boy was huddled in a ball, but he stretched out limply as Hanamura carried him to the bed.

As she was pulling away, a little hand grabbed her arm and squeezed it tightly. She tried to pry it off and looked back to Tezuka's face but met bright green eyes.

Tezuka gnashed his teeth together as he lunged forward and pinned th scientist to the bed.

"TELL. ME!"

"I-I can't!" Hanamura gasped as Tezuka's small hand clasped her neck in a death grip. She began to feel lightheaded and waved her arms to the other people.

Two men came in and injected something into Tezuka's skinny arm.

The boy fell onto Hanamura's chest, unconscious. They help the woman up and tucked the boy into bed.

"I want it now."

Another woman entered the room and surveyed it quickly with her steel gray eyes.

"Aoi, let's not be hasty. The results from the other tests haven't come in yet!"

A young man entered and laughed nervously. In his hands was a folder with Tezuka's name and basic info on it.

"Actually it just did."

Hanamura looked at him, "And?"

The man flipped through it before swallowing. He looked at the boy in pity, "He'll survive it."

Hanamura's lips were in a thin line. "Do it."

The men looked at the young boy in pity. They pulled the sheets back and the first man lifted the boy as if he was something precious. They carried him down a hall and into another impeccably white lab.

They placed him on the cold, steel slab. Below it was a tank filled with a bright blue liquid. Above it were surgical implements with sharp needles and ugly looking things. Above the floor were ramparts where computers were situated and people walked to and fro.

The men tied Tezuka to the table after stripping him naked. They placed an oxygen mask over his face and backed away.

"Poor kid," The taller man said as they walked away.

The second man wiped away tears. "I feel like a puss."

"It's okay," the other one said as he pat his back. "You have son around his age, right?"

"I can't imagine my boy going through this."

--

"Begin," Hanamura said as she checked the boy's vitals. Everyone looked away from the tank and table as they flipped the switches and pressed the various buttons.

The sound of hydraulic fluid lowering the steel slab echoed through the silent room, despite the fact that there were over forty people there.

The boy was lowered into the tank and his soft brown hair floated around his head like a halo. Everyone's heart ached as the sound of the surgical limbs echoed. Sharp needles, almost a foot long, began to spin and dove into the water.

Tezuka's eyes began to flutter as the drugs began to wear off.

The needles pierced his skin and his eyes snapped open. Needles were in his forehead, face, arms, legs, and torso.

"Aoi! He's awake! We have to abort!"

"NO!" Hanamura slammed a silver button and something green and purple filled each needle's vile. She pressed a blue button and the serum was injected into Tezuka.

The young boy began to shake and seize uncontrollably as he screamed at the pain. It felt like his body was being torn apart.

People winced and looked away.

"Aoi, he's pulse is at 300! He'll die!" The other woman screamed, her gray eyes were wide with fear as she looked at his vitals.

"His blood pressure is 260 over 180!"

"Heart beat's at 321 and climbing!"

The boy in the tank had begun to claw and pull the needles out of him.

"Keep him in there!" Hanamura shouted and ran down the stairs. She ran up to the tank and looked to see that it was empty.

"AOI! LOOK UP!!!" Someone screamed.

Hanamura looked up to see glowing green eyes piercing her soul. She opened her mouth to try to talk to him, but was slammed into the floor.

"AAAAHHHH!!!!" Tezuka wrapped his fingers as much as he could around her neck.

Hanamura tried to get him off of her. She felt her head lift off of the floor and her vision began to swim. Tezuka's lips formed a cruel smirk as he slammed her head against the concrete floor. Blood began to flow from her head and she grew limp.

For Tezuka, everything became black as something pricked his arm.

--

Tezuka's eyes snapped open as he sat up in bed. He wiped the sweat off his brown and calmed his racing heart.

He looked at his hands and noticed that they were no longer small, but large with long fingers. He flexed them and silver blades glinted in the dark. He looked up and around the room before pushing the dark blue sheets away. He brushed his bangs out of the way and placed his glass on the bridge of his nose.

He rose and exited his large room.

The sixteen year old walked down the nineteenth century styled hall and passed the large grandfather clock that ticked steadily.

He went up to the table in the hall and grabbed a card with his picture on it.

After that, he went to the front door, a large dark cherry oak door, and put on some sneakers, a sweater, and grabbed a pair of keys to reenter.

He left the house and frowned bitterly at the cold air. It was nine years ago on that day that those people had warped him.

He blinked and his eyes turned hazel in color. His pupils contracted before dilating rapidly. Everything in the dark woods became clearer and it seemed as though it was day time and not midnight. He walked down the now familiar path that led to the large gray complex.

He swiped his card and the automatic doors slid silently. He walked in, and heard muffled screaming. He blinked again and his pupils contracted before his eyes turned a dark green. Beyond a wall, he could see a fourteen year old boy being restrained to a bed.

Tezuka flexed his right hand and silver blades emerged from in between his knuckles. He cut through the wall and stepped through calmly.

"Jon, I don't think Sakaki would enjoy it if heard you were mistreating the new ones."

The men turned and let out a girly squeak when they saw Tezuka, and his green eyes.

"O-of course Tezuka!"

"Get gone; I'll take care of him." The men bowed and ran through the hole Tezuka created.

The boy on the floor looked at him with narrowed gold eyes. Tezuka flexed his hand and the blades retracted. Tezuka held eye contact with the boys and the boy's eyes widened in amazement as Tezuka's eyes faded from glowing green, to dull green, to hazel, to dark brown. Tezuka removed the gag from his mouth and pulled him up.

"W-what are you?"

"…come, I'll take you to the arrival center." Tezuka turned towards the door and swiped his card.

The boy grabbed his arm. "What are you?"

"I am nothing."

Tezuka began to walk down a long gray hall with many twists and turns to it.

"Hey!" The boy shouted and ran after him. "That's not an answer!"

Tezuka stopped and turned to face him. "But it's the truth."

He turned back around and began to walk.

"How?" The boy shook his head to get his emerald fringe out of his eyes.

"I don't know what I am."

"You're a human, aren't you?"

Tezuka shook his head. "No, at least, I was."

"You were?"

"I was before I came here."

"And what happened after you came here."

Tezuka stopped. "What is your name?"

"I'm Ryoma Echizen."

"And I'm Kunimitsu Tezuka." The sixteen year old began to walk again.

"You never answered my question!" Ryoma walked along side him.

"You're no longer Ryoma Echizen here."

"But you said that-,"

"That is my human name. Here, in this building, I am V."

"'V'?"

"V is the Roman numeral for five."

"What? Aren't you human?"

"No. I don't know anymore."

"Then how did you lose your humanity?"

"I don't know. I was unconscious."

"Where did you lose it?"

Tezuka stopped before a door and swiped his card. He turned around to face Ryoma before opening the door to a white room. He looked into the room before turning back and looking down, almost sadly.

"This place…it takes your humanity."