An Impossible World
Chapter One- The Attic
Disclaimer: (cries) Tenipuri is not mne. anything else is.
Summary: When the regulars move into an old house and are thrown into a world of impossibilities and war, can they overcome tragedy or will strange politics split them against each other? forever. Pairings up for debate.
Fuji carefully walked up the stairs of the attic of the house the team shared. They had all decided to move in together so that they could be closer together for team functions. It was a large house with rooms for everyone and for guests. Although they had finished unpacking, no one had really explored the place let alone the attic. It was true that Fuji should be asleep; it was 3:30 am. But he wasn't sleepy and he had a feeling something life-changing was going to happen soon. Yumiko nee-san had called earlier and told him to be careful around the doors. Fuji didn't understand but his sister had yet to be wrong in her predictions.
The house was a beautiful Victorian house on a private beach in south Florida. It was three stories tall and the attic had a tower attached. The biggest surprise? It was all Ryoma's. None of the regulars believed that Ryoma would be able to afford the house let alone the many acres around it.
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Ryoma looked up nervously at the house. It was as if he was waiting for something bad to happen.
The other regulars didn't seem to notice as they were ogling at the house.
"Oi, Echizen. How can you afford something like this? It's huge!"
"It's not mine, Momo-sempai, not until my father dies or gives it to me but it's been in our family since … kami only knows when."
Only Tezuka and Fuji heard what Ryoma said next, under his breath, "Actually, since the Ballow Wars."
Tezuka and Fuji exchanged confused looks before following the rest of the team into the house.
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Fuji pushed the memory of the previous morning out of his head as he noticed a soft blue light under the door coming from the attic. He reached out for the handle and nearly screamed when he felt a hand on his shoulder and outreaching arm. He turned around and nearly dropped in relief. It was just Ryoma and Tezuka. Tezuka looked confused and surprised when he saw Ryoma.
Ryoma, on the other hand, looked livid.
"What the hell do you think you're doing up here?" he hissed at them.
The other two were surprised, to say the least. Ryoma had never cursed at them before. Tezuka and Fuji looked at each other and then back to Ryoma. Ryoma seemed to remember something.
"Sorry. I just remembered that I forgot to say that the attic was off limits. Completely."
Ryoma looked at them, seeming to size them up. But against what?, thought Fuji.
"Ryoma, what's in there? And how come we're not allowed to see it?" Fuji asked carefully. He didn't want to upset the younger man. That could prove to be very bad for everyone.
Ryoma sighed, "I don't know, Fuji-sempai. That is why I was up here now, getting ready for whatever could be on the other side of this door."
Tezuka finally spoke up, "Does it have anything to do with the Ballow Wars?"
Ryoma's eyes widened, "You heard that? Well, yes, it might have something to do with them." He paused. "Come on, if something happens, at least I'll be able to stop it, hopefully." The last part was just whispered, but the other two heard it anyway. They swallowed their nervousness from that word and watched as Ryoma twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, flooding the stairway with blue light.
please tell me how i'm doing. this is my first fanfic. the pairing up for debate are:
Tezuka x Ryoma
Fuji x Ryoma
Tezuka x Ryoma x Fuji
comments loved. critisisms accepted. flames used to burn the flying monkeys disturbing my sleep.