Losing Balance

Summary: Naturally, if he went to the strongest team, he wouldn't lose. He would learn. He would get better. But was it really was he needed?

Pairings: Not telling. MWAHAHAHAHA.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. It sucks, ne?

LOL. SINCE I am the GODDESS of the story writing, I chose to type up THIS chapter, today. But, sadly, it's going to be really short… I need to watch Glee, and my day was wasted with me being sick and all that. –sniffle-

Echizen Ryoma's Visits

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"Excuse me, but do you go to this school?" Ryoma blinked and stared at the boy that had just asked the question. He then pointedly looked down at his outfit. Yep, that was definitely a Rikkaidai tennis jersey he was wearing, not a Regular yet, though. Ryoma scratched his head, and gave an annoyed glare. "Ah, never mind…" the other boy trailed off, looking around with an embarrassed grin.

"Momo-chaan~" A voice called, along with a jumping blur, and a few thuds. "I was looking for you!" The childish red headed boy was half dancing, just jumping up and down where he was. "And who is this?" he asked dramatically, staring at Ryoma in wonder. "He's so adorable!"

Ryoma's eyes widened and he gave a small tug to his cap. He wasn't adorable.

"Ah…I have no data on him," a voice sounded behind Ryoma, and he heard a few collective gasps, along with people saying 'no data?'. "I must investigate soon!" The glasses wearing guy walked away, talking to himself. Umm, okay? What? Ryoma was utterly confused, staring at the people in front of him.

So, this is… Seigaku?

"What are you all doing, slacking off?" Ryoma saw people jump up and straighten themselves out, each trying to give out an explanation as to why they weren't practicing. The excuses mostly consisted of 'Little boy here' and 'Cute distraction'. Ryoma glared at his feet. He wasn't cute.

"Rikkaidai?" a voice piped up behind the scary brunette, and a few murmurs of 'stupid Arai' were spoken. "Like that seaweed haired boy that cam a week ago, and ruined our whole practice?" The scary brunette's glasses glinted, and other people around Ryoma shivered slightly.

"Thirty laps."

Ryoma looked up, wide eyed. Excuse me? "I don't even go to-" He was cut off with a sharp glare. "I mean… thirty laps, yeah…" and he jogged over to the other people running in circles, all the while, cursing a certain 'seaweed head'. Kirihara was definitely going to pay for this.

"Saa, what's a little boy doing here?" and Ryoma all but growled at the new voice. "What a cute little-" Ryoma looked up to glare at the boy talking, only to get laughed at. "What a cute little child." And then, Ryoma did something he had stopped doing a while ago; he pouted at the smiling boy. Ryoma was feeling aghast that he had been called a child… and cute- by the same person. In the same sentence.

Frowning, Ryoma sped up to get away from the rude boy behind him. "BURNI-" And Ryoma decided that he would never sleep on the bus again. Even if he was really tired. Seigaku was crazy. Absolutely crazy, and Ryoma needed a distraction to get out of this insanity that was Seigaku.

I think Karupin needs some cat toys from the store.

And he sighed, running away from the crazy, annoying, rude, loud, scary team. If it wasn't already decided, it was now. No one sane went to Seigaku.

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A/N: short. Sorry, but I kinda sorta made the paragraphs… longer? AHAHAHAH. Well, remember: I can be a beta-reader. ALSO

**IMPORTANT NOTICE**

If you want to give me any fic requests, or anything like that, tell me! Also, if you want really long chapters, TELL ME THAT TOO. Cause ionno… losing inspiration for stories is bad. And school sucks all inspiration out of you- like a black hole.

A creepy, stalkerish, EVIL black hole.

On a side note, did you know that Penguins poop out Crepes? No? Good. Cause they don't.

Next Chapter: Echizen Ryoma's Classmates. Ryoma is being targeted by jealous students- again, this time, he's IGNORED! And, is NO ONE on the tennis team going to help him? Not even Yukimura?