Authors Note:

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own prince of tennis since this is on .

I'd just like to say this is my first time putting one of my stories out there.

Warning: This is Yaoi so if you don't like it don't read it kay', also child abuse,some explicit and non-explicit gore,violence, etc..

Second no flames please because we all know that they'll burn you in hell. I do however appreciate constructive critisism.

Pairings: YukimuraXRyoma for now, Don't know what other pairings I might include yet.

What You won't hear

Ch.1: Meet "The Prince"

~"You, stupid child this is all your fault, because of you your father isn't here," screamed a young woman with black shoulder length hair and what would have been kind brown eyes if they were not seething with hatred and cruelty towards the three-year old child she was beating. The boy sat quietly staring straight at the furious woman with large empty golden eyes while she continued to hit and scream at him. "If it weren't for you pathetic excuse of a bastard child, I would still be able to make a living, now I have to starve to death with you, you wretched little piece of shit." Growing tired the woman stopped beating the little boy with her fists only to bring out a whip and shove him towards the wall so that his back was towards her. The whip screeched through the air as it came down on the little boys back creating a resounding thud as it hit. Blood dripped from it as the woman brought it back up preparing to hit the child again. When it came down a second time the blood on the whip painted the walls with red streaks and droplets of blood, still the child did not scream or cry, instead he stayed there frozen like a beautiful but broken porcelain doll. The woman continued to hit the child ten more times before there was a sudden flash of light emanating from the child. The bloody whip hit the floor and rolled to rest next to the decapitated head of the woman. The woman's blood covered the walls effectively erasing the stains originally left by the child's. It dripped from the boy's hair and dyed him completely red the only other color to him being his sharp but still empty golden eyes. Righting himself from where he had fallen against the wall the boy stood and walked over to the woman's head leaning down he kissed both of the empty brown eyes shut and whispered in a soft emotionless voice, " Oyasumi, Okaasan", getting up the boy…. ~

"Chief, chief you won't believe what I the great Horio with my two years of information gathering skills has discovered." The annoying and loud voice of his subordinate broke through the golden- eyed boys dream bringing him back to the present. Agitated, at having to deal with one of his most annoying subordinates after waking up in a foul mood, he pulled his white news boy cap down, and tried to stop himself from injuring the nuisance a feat that he realized was getting harder with each passing day. The boys only saving grace was that he could actually do his job well, though the golden-eyed child suspected it wasn't from an abundance of skill but from the ability to annoy his "victims" into telling him anything he wanted to know and they would comply just so they could get rid of him. Fixing the idiot with a glare the "chief" practically growled at his subordinate to get to the fucking point. The idiot actually had the brains to look chastised as he gulped and did just that, "well, I found out that the Sasabe family will be gone from their mansion for about a month on a family vacation in the islands."

"When?" "This coming Friday sir." "You have three days to get me the floor plan, understood?" "Ha-". "I already have it ouji-sama." Said another equally annoying subordinate interrupting the first. "Mo..mo..k..a, you should..n't interrupt Horio li..ke that," said another subordinate this time a red head that was always blushing and stuttering in his presence. "Whatever", the pig-tailed screecher said handing the blueprints to their leader. Who quickly told them to station most of the members of their gang outside the library and the treasury, which were conveniently positioned on parallel floors so that they could catch and carry the items in question back to their hideout. Soon all three of his subordinates left the room leaving the golden-eyed boy known through out the city as "The prince" to plot his next move. Afterall, the Sasabe's and their "friends" were due for a bit of a wake up call. Thinking this the prince tugged at his white cap and allowed a small smug grin to spread across his face. "Mada Mada Dane."