I Changed My Mind

Summary: Ryoma had thought about Seishun Academy, it was in fact constantly on his mind while he was in America, and if not by a chance acquaintance...he might have gone there...but one man's words strikes a curious note in him as he somewhat challenges him to beat his son! Well...what can you expect from Ryoma Echizen? Hyotei, be prepared...the Prince of Tennis is coming...

Pairing: Alright, it's been quite long enough since my first chapter, and all reviewers who suggested a pairing, suggested either Ryoma/Keigo ...or...OT6. I have decided to keep this personal...Ryoma/Keigo!

Rated: M (I'm not sure if anyone has realized this, but I rate my stories M for not only sexual scenes, but language usage as well, and on that note. I like writing naughty scenes, so...it's a precaution, lol.)

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Ryoma sat tightening the laces of his shoes, his eyes set on the task at hand as he listened to the rackets around him return and serve tennis balls. His phone sat on the bench next to him, a text message on the phone read:

To your first year at Hyotei, let's see what you've got.

-Atobe

All Ryoma had to do was beat his son, Keigo. However, Ryoma had watched him play for a good while, and he was no beginner. He knew what he was doing, his form, his technique... Ryoma pulled the bow of the knot and stared at the tied laces for a moment. Walking over to the table, where the names of the tennis members were scattered on the chart by match. He wasn't surprised to find his name on there, he was just unsure of how it got there without him putting in his application to the Tennis Team. "Excuse me," he said to the student at the table, "is there someone I can go to about my application for the tennis club?"

"You want to join?"

Ryoma frowned, "I already have...I just needed to see it."

"Applications are put away in the Tennis Club Room," someone said from behind him. Ryoma turned around at the voice, "it'll be filed away with the others."

"Ah..." he looked at the older boy. Atobe, Keigo, the son he was supposed to beat. "Then I'll look for it later."

"You said that you were already part of the tennis club?" Keigo frowned, "what's your name? All new members need to be approved by me and I don't recall seeing you play."

"Echizen, Ryoma." He pointed his thumb at the matches on the board behind him, "I'm either part of the Tennis Club, or you have another Echizen and I made a mistake."

Keigo glanced at the board. Echizen, R. was written in bold on the board, court four, match eight. "Interesting, you must not have been all that memorable then."

Ryoma scoffed, "I'm sure that's because I didn't hand in my application personally." He turned and walked off to court four without bothering to explain himself further to the boy. Though, he felt his eyes on him, and he could see him following him from the corner of his eye. Stepping onto the empty court, the boy he would be playing was on the other side of the net already, bouncing a tennis ball against the ground in a repetitive and thoughtful manner.

"Atobe-San! Atobe-San! Look over here!"

"Atobe-San!"

~SNAP~

Ryoma frowned, though he'd been annoyed by the shrill screaming of the girls, the stilted silence that followed the sound of someone snapping was even more nerve wracking. He spared a glance at the raised hand before he pocketed a ball and moved before his opponent. He didn't really care to let the older boy see too many of his moves, and so, he started off with the racquet in his right-hand right off the bat.

"Smooth or rough,"

"Rough," Ryoma said softly. His eyes on the opponent across from his.

"Smooth, you're serve."

'My serve,' he took the ball from his pocket as he moved to the outer court line. 'I'll make this quick,'

Or so he thought.

He felt it, the captain of the two-hundred-man tennis team watching him. His eyes never faltering. Returning a drop shot sent to the further side of his side of the court, Ryoma was determined not to let the guy see anything notable. However, even those who weren't regulars, weren't push overs. He rolled his eyes as the guy began getting cocky, it wasn't that he hadn't expected it. The school was ritzy, most of these guys probably walked around with a golden spoon up their ass. Still, he had hoped he wouldn't have to hear any of the gloating or patronizing. Specifically, that which concerned his height and age.

He watched the ball hit his side of the court, not bothering to move and knock it back, he watched it bounce out before pulling out another ball from his pocket. "I guess it's fine..." he muttered under his breath, loud enough that his opponent and the few watching his match could hear him. Bouncing the ball a few times as he walked to the baseline, he changed his grip from the western grip he'd been using, to the eastern grip as he tossed the ball up with a jump and brought his racket down on the ball at a 5 to 11 clock preface. The racket brushed upward along the back of the ball slightly from left to right adding a fierce topspin and slight side spin before finishing with a follow through on the right side of his body. Landing balanced inside the court as he watched the ball come straight towards the inner service box on his opponents' side, he smirked as it bounced away from his opponent.

"15 all."

"Wha~! A kick serve?"

"He's only twelve, right?"

"That must have been a fluke,"

Ryoma caught a ball that was tossed to him from the side and fixed himself at the baseline once more. 'A fluke...keh.' He served the ball again, applying no spin to the ball, he watched it move across the net to the service box where it bounced out quickly to the right. Another ball rolled up to him, the ball jockeys here were something else. He watched the guy across from him as he lost color in his face.

"30-15, Echizen's lead."

He served the ball and watched as it bounced low towards the player, he reached out and managed to hit the ball back. Ryoma, moving in and returning the ball with a backhand, followed his opponent with analytical eyes. He wasn't going to show anyone his Twist Serve, not yet. He turned on his feet and sliced the ball, watching it bounce away from the guy on the other side.

"40-15, advantage Echizen."

"You're just a kid," the guy across from him frowned, "you might win this game, but once I start serving, you'll be finished."

Ryoma frowned at that, sighing, he really hated that kind of attitude. It was annoying. He served another diverse serve, the Top Spin Serve. All in all, he'd just shown off all the most basic serves in Tennis. Flat Serve, Top Spin Serve, Kick Serve and Slice Serve.

"Game, Echizen! Switch sides." The Umpire called as the two walked around to either side of the net. Ryoma crouched down and tightened his laces, his eyes meeting his. Atobe, Keigo stood staring at him, his hip slightly cocked as he watched him thoughtfully. The look was curiosity, and one of wonderment.

"Echizen,"

Ryoma's eyes widened as the captain of Hyotei's tennis team called out to him. He straightened up and walked over to him, not sure what he wanted, but curious all the same. "..."

"You haven't even broken a sweat..."

He glanced at his arms and hands, looking back at Keigo, he stared up at him. "Ah...this is just a warmup for the person I'm playing next."

"Oh?" Keigo placed a hand on his hip and chuckled, "and pray tell, who is it you plan to play after your warmup."

Ryoma smirked and walked back to his side of the court.

"Atobe-Sama," a red head beside him frowned, "I think you play Echizen if he wins this match."

'That's right, I'll win, and then I'll rub it into his old man's face.'

"Game start!"

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Me: Here is chapter three, I hope you all enjoy~! I decided to update as many stories as I could before posting them all in bulk. XD Love you all!