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*****Just one or two notes first...... I have a small problem (literally) with the way the anime/manga is done. The first thing is that Ryoma is drawn way too small. So in my little world, think of him as a few inches taller. Think slightly shorter then Fuji or Kikumaru, but no more then that. Problem #2 is that while the script says these are all junior high school students, my mind rebels. None of them act that way, the voices do not sound that way and other then the 7th graders, non are drawn that way either. I mean just look at Hyotei! Those guys all look like they could be in an Abercrombie and Fitch commercial. So, in my little world they are high schoolers, thats all. Let the games begin! Hope you like it.

~~Review please and tell me how you might like it to go. I don't think anyone has done something like this one yet.

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Oh. Them again. Ryoma Echizen was never one to back down from a fight. A good fight for a good cause could have been his motto, excepting perhaps that most of those fights in recent memory were not good causes. He didn’t understand why he seemed to be a magnet for trouble, or point of fact, why inconsequential things bothered some people so much that they were willing to get violent about it. There were very few things in Ryoma’s life that caused him to get riled, and he never really paid much attention to things that didn’t necessarily involve him directly. Case in point, said tennis prodigy calmly walking home from a long workout, directly after their team’s little tournament win which would send Siegaku to the Metropolitan Tournament. The Siegaku regulars were always somewhat of a small celebrity force in the school. The seniors more so then he was, most students didn’t really know much about him yet, and that suited him just fine. The attention normally lavished on the upper class men would only make Echizen unbelievably uncomfortable. In any case, this was the 3rd time in as many days that he had run into these 2 guys on his way home from practice, Kiro and Shinji. Rather geeky looking and uncoordinated, they should be the last ones to pick on anyone, but this simple wisdom seemed lost on them. The last time he saw them, they were muttering about how scholars were better and athletes were stupid, Ryoma’s sarcastic answer was “I’m sure your right. But I always thought that the atomic weight of phosphorous was 30.973. The answer you gave in class today, 39.098 is the weight for Potassium.” His cheeky smile only infuriated the 2 other boys. Today was sure to be yet another eye opener as they seemed to see him coming. Echizen never even slowed his step as he approached. This time the 2 geeks were trying to chat up a pair of girls from the school who didn’t really seem to be very interested. Ryoma paid no mind as he got closer, hoping that the presence of the girls would at least for a day keep their mouths shut. Hopes are fragile at best. The 2 girls spied Ryoma approaching and thought they might use this as an excuse to end the conversation they seemed to be trapped in, “Oh! Look, it’s Ryoma Echizen! He’s that genius 7th grader that’s a Seigaku regular. Hey Ryoma! We heard you rocked at the tournament. We’d love to come see you play sometime.” Shrugging he answered, “Anyone can watch us practice almost every afternoon.” Shinji piped up, “Why would you girls wanna watch a shrimp like that play? He’ll never be a tennis star, it’s much cooler to be around brains then brawn nowadays. Look at Bill Gates. Why not come visit the Science Club? We’re charter members.” The girls looked at them with disgust on their faces, “Bill Gates is ugly.” Echizen chuckled as he continued on his way, “Yeah, and you’re no Bill Gates.” The girls giggles carried back to Ryoma as he continued home, knowing it would only be another round of sniping tomorrow. He wondered why those geeks even bothered with him, didn’t they have some mad chemistry experiment to work on or something?
Sure enough, the following day, after a long and grueling workout his way home was now impeded by not 2 stupid guys, but by 4. Unreal. It just kept getting better and better. ‘I guess I upset them last time, oh well.’ The 4 were obviously waiting for him, tales of his sarcastic attitude must have helped to increase the number. As he approached, tennis racket under his arm, the insults started. Ryoma just wasn’t into it today, he seriously needed to cuddle up with his cat and rest. It had been a long week. As the tennis prodigy approached and then passed the group, he didn’t even bother answering the jeers, he merely waved his arm negligently, “Yeah ok. Whatever.” Ryoma’s complete disregard for them and what they believed was the respect he owed them, only made the four angrier. Kiro cursed him and took the half empty soda bottle he was holding and threw it at Echizen’s head. Lighting fast reflexes from years of tennis, and his father’s tormenting him, allowed Ryoma to duck his head calmly to the side, bringing the racket up and smashing the bottle back in the direction it came from. The soaring bottle smacked Shinji flat in the side of the head, mashing his face comically and knocking him over into his group of friends. Echizen chuckled to himself, blissfully unaware of how these last few days were about to change his life forever.
Monday. The Science Club President Kazuma Minase listened intently as his four members detailed the horrid things one Ryoma Echizen did to them each and every day. Embarrassing them in front of girls, insulting their intelligence, and finally this last affront was a physical confrontation with a tennis driven soda bottle to the face. They neglected to mention that it had been them starting with Ryoma each and every time, nor did they say they had tossed the bottle at his head first. Still, Kazuma had heard enough. This Echizen was obviously too big for himself and needed to be taught a lesson. Kazuma had a long dislike of jocks and their high and mighty attitude. He had spent years studying to get to his current position of importance, and standing with the school’s faculty. This was done mostly because he had simply no physical abilities at all, and knew that his way in the world would have to be based on mental pursuits. That did not diminish his own childhood fantasies of being the strong and capable man that the girls all looked up to. That would come in time when they were all older, and money and power held more sway then physical beauty. What was never told to this boy was that honor should be among his goals as well. Kazuma figured a small trick to teach Ryoma that they could destroy him anytime they wanted with their reasoning ability would be a good technique. For lack of time to come up with a better plan, he took a set of keys out of his school trousers and turned to the school lab’s locked cabinets. Unlocking the door, he reached in and grasped a large dark glass bottle that had a skull and crossbones clearly marked on it and handed it to Shinji. Shinji looked at the bottle. “Chloroform?” Kazuma grinned evilly, “Here’s what you do…….”