Hello to all you have patiently waited for me to continue this and to those new readers who have found this story, I am sorry for the lack of updates but I seemed to have met a writer's block over this long period of time so I will try to update all my stories more often as I have a long break coming up in a few months but It will be busy before then and after so I once again apologize for taking so long.

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Chapter Two - History

Ryoma looked up as the bell rang, once again ignoring the teacher as she tried to tell him off for sleeping through class. It wasn't really his fault that he already knew what she was talking about and he found no reason to pay attention to her or the class. Once you lived in America for as long as he had you would find what she was teaching simple and nothing to really put your mind to. He wondered if he could be put up a grade for English?

He absentmindedly moved through the halls, finalising his plan on how to meet the monkey king and humiliating him in front of his team. If there was one thing he knew about the 'almighty' Atobe was the fact that he liked to look and be higher than everyone around him; even when it wasn't true. So the best way to get back at him for what he had done was to ruin whatever standing he had with his teammates, he would get it back later anyway. Nothing was ever permanent with that guy's ego, no matter how many times he tried to ruin whatever reputation he had built nothing ever stuck, not that he didn't try. He had lost count of the hours he had put into planning out his next move.

Most people would find his actions childish and cruel but it was how he and the monkey king worked, ever since they were kids, even being in the same room was hard enough without taunting each other. The first time they had met had ended with a food fight, at a formal party.

~-_-~-_-~-_-~ Flashback ~-_-~-_-~-_-~

Ryoma peaked out from behind his mother. This was the first time that he had been taken to these parties that the main family held. His mother had told him about them on many occasions but had said that he was too young to handle them. At age 6 it seemed like his mother thought he was old enough to not get into any major trouble.

All Ryoma saw was people, more people than he had ever seen. They ranged from children as old as he was to people who look older than his mother. There were many older people whose hair seemed to glow in the dim lights that the chandeliers let off. Everyone looked neat and tidy, reminding him of Seii-chan who never seemed to get dirty no matter how much they played. He tightened his grip, he wished Seii-chan was here, at least then he would have known someone in this giant mass of bodies.

He clung tighter to his mother's dress as she brought them through all the people to the table on the other side of the room. It was layered with food, only some that he recognised but it still looked yummy. It was all colourful and there was a sweet smell coming off it, making his stomach grumble quietly. His mother let off a soft laugh and moved him closer to the table and placed him on the chair so he could see over the table edge. His hand had almost taken one of the last blue sweets when a slightly larger hand grabbed it from his finger tips. He pouted as he looked up into amused dark blue eyes, he had wanted that.

Keigo looked down into the teary gold eyes in front of him but he could tell that they weren't serious. It looked more like that trick that his cousins used on their parent's, and had many times tried to use on him. They never succeeded, but this kid in front of him seemed to pull it off better because he, Atobe Keigo, felt slightly guilty. Which cannot happen, there was no reason for him to feel guilty, this was his house and he could do whatever he wanted. Delicately shoving the sweet in his mouth he deliberately ate slowly showing the menace in front of him how enjoyable it was, and that he couldn't have one because that had been the last.

He watched in amusement as the brats fake tears dried up and were replaced by a warm glare, obviously not very impressed with the whole situation. The boy seemed to ignore him after that one look and reached for another sweet but Keigo grabbed it once again before the boys short arms could get even half way. This went on for a while, earning him a glare hotter and hotter every time. Not that they bothered him much, he had seen stronger ones from a poodle let alone other children.

Distracted as he was he missed the calculating gleam that didn't really suit someone so young run through the gold eyes. If he had he probably wouldn't have ended up covered in cake the next moment, trying to wipe it out of his eyes. As he did that he vaguely noticed that the noise surrounding them seemed to have quietened in a shocked silence; not that he could blame them, he himself never thought that such a thing could happen. This brat of a child just threw chocolate cake, his favourite form what he could smell, in his face, and he was smirking. Keigo's hands moved before he could think through his next action, and by the time he became aware his cake covered, vanilla this time, was in the other kids face, blocking his entire face from view.

Keigo had no idea what had come over him, from the time had had learned to walk he had had manners and etiquette programmed into his personality. And it was common sense that a host, even if he wasn't the one who planned the party it was his house, was not to attack a guest with food. It just was not done, not that it was going to stop him from retaliating against this brat in front of him.

Ryoma grinned under all the cake that was on his face, it had been a while since he had someone to have a food fight with. Seii-chan was to prim and proper to get into such silly games and would rather play a calmer game, like Go or Chess. Not that those weren't fun and all but they were children not old men, they liked to make mess.

He looked closer at the boy in front of him, not only hadn't he cried or caused a fit like he had thought but he had also retaliated, with vanilla mind you but that could be forgiven. It looked like this wasn't going to be as boring as he had first thought. His grin grew larger as he picked one of the pastries in front of him. This was going to be fun.

~-_-~-_-~-_-~ Flashback End ~-_-~-_-~-_-~

Ryoma grinned at the memory, closing the door to his locker. He knew that the rivalry between him, and Keigo was a lot more complicated than either mentioned out loud but that was what made the whole situation so interesting. There were so many mysteries to be solved and that just made it fun. But he wondered if Atobe had changed much in the time that they had been apart. He knew that sometimes people changed in the weirdest ways, but if Atobe was egotistical then he wasn't Atobe.

He looked around for the tennis courts, knowing that he wouldn't find his friend anywhere else. As he wondered further away from the school he could hear a crowd getting louder. If there was one thing that he could tell was that they seemed to be chanting the same thing over and over again. 'Atobe, Atobe.' Well it looked like he had found the courts and his target.

When he reached the crowd, using his small height to his advantage, he moved himself to the front and stopped in surprise. Not because he had suddenly gotten taller, even though he had in the year and a half that they hadn't seen each other. Neither was it the way that he moved across the court. It was the set determination that was displayed on that familiar face. In the past Keigo was determined in the sport but it was always below the surface, now it was visible to anyone who looked at him. It made him gleeful and surprisingly proud, not that he would ever tell anyone. The prideful bastard looked like he was serious now, which was great considering how he had been when they were kids. And he looked happy.

Ryoma moved over to stand behind the competitors seating, waiting for the game to end.

"Game, Set, Match to Atobe Keigo." The intercom broadcasted, signalising the end of the game. Keigo was obviously tired as he hadn't noticed Ryoma standing behind him as he sat down, and Ryoma could understand. The game had been surprisingly close and had taken quite a while.

It was then that Ryoma knew that coming back to Japan was one of the best ideas that his father ever had, but it doesn't discount all the bad ones that he's had. And there were many. Many.

Moving away from those scaring thoughts he leaned up to Keigo's ear, blowing lightly as he said,

"Mada Mada Dane, monkey king."

And there you are people the second chapter.
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