Kari: Okay I know I've been gone for a while and I should probably update Gin first but the idea just won't leave me be.

Ryoma: Che, you mean you're lazy

Kari: I am not Ryo-chan…I've been. Busy

Ryoma: Mada mada dane

Kunimitsu: Yudan sezu ni ikou

Kari: Mitsu…You too...

Ryoma: Buchou...

Kunimitsu: Echizen, say the disclaimer

Kari: Oi! Let me say it

Ryoma: *smirk* Hikari doesn't own me or any of Konomi-sensei's works.

Kari: *sigh* oh well here's my new fic. Dedicated to my friend Eijiko and proudly inspired by tenimyu and the band of princes...

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Chapter 1: Secret talent, Ouji-sama?

It was an unusual day in Seishun Gakuen, for one the sound of tennis balls can't be heard from the courts nor is the screaming of the poor victims of Inui's "Super Deluxe Penal Tea" echoing across the school yard. In fact the courts were barren, the nets down and the ground clean of those bouncy green balls. And where, you might ask, are the tennis players if they're not on court? Currently all the members of the tennis club have been stuffed inside, a rather small classroom. In front of said classroom stood Ryuuzaki, Sumire AKA coach Ryuuzaki. She had an annoyed scowl on her face as her arms crossed on her chest, leg tapping against the floor, her graying hair and pink track suite were the same as ever and the annoyed scowl deepened as she tried to control the crowd of tennis players.

"Hora! Minna—Urusai!" She yelled out. Growling she turned to the stoic Tezuka who was leaning against the window. He looked prim as always, his glasses perched on his nose and his hair in organized disarray. Nodding Tezuka stepped forward.

"Minna, Urusai" His authorative voice received an instant attention. Nearly everyone shut up, after all no one wanted to run laps. "Listen to Ryuuzaki-sensei" And with a glare he stepped back and the meeting went on.

At the very back of the class room though, somewhere between a group of Ichinen and third years. A certain prince sat, with his head in his hands, a can of ponta beside him. Ryoma had been completely disappointed when Ryuuzaki-sensei announced that practice was suspended for the day for a club meeting. He didn't care about anything else really, if they weren't playing then he would rather be on the roof napping but no, everyone had to come. From what he understood the school would soon be holding its Annual Cultural Festival, of course it was mandatory for every club to have an attraction. That included the tennis club which by proxy included him, much to his annoyance. Sighing he fished his mp3 player from his pockets ignoring whatever it was Ryuuzaki-sensei was saying, plugging in the small earpiece he turned on the device with a light hum. He liked music, he liked it very much. Though only a few knew this. This few included his mother, his baka-oyaji and Nanako-san. In fact, he had a music room stowed away in their home which doubled as his personal library. Closing his eyes lightly his head bobbed with the sound. It didn't matter if he was listening or not, it didn't concern him anyway.

The other members of the club on the other hand are now chattering. The cultural festival was something everyone enjoyed, last year they had set up a small host café that had been a big success. Ryuuzaki-sensei sighed with a tried smiled as she watched the children talk about ideas. Grabbing a piece of chalk from the table she walked toward the black board with a huff.

"Okay, everyone. Since the cultural festival is near its time we decide on what were going to open as our booth" She turned back to write the date of the festival before turning back to the excited tennis players. "Any suggestions?"

The meeting went on this manner: Someone raises their hand and gives out a suggestion Ryuuzaki-sensei writes it down and a few reactions would be said. The ideas varied from strange to stupid, for example.

Inui's Idea:

"Aa, why don't we sell my juice as power drinks? Their healthy and good for the body"

Result:

"REJECTED!!"

Momoshiro's Idea:

"What about a kissing booth huh? Its good right? It's good no?" Momo said happily.

"Che, baka" Kaido hissed

"Eh who you calling stupid? EH MAMUSHI!?" Momoshiro grabbed his jersey and shook the viper's body

"You are peach butt!" Kaido replied and well everyone knows how that argument ended ne?

Result:

"Rejected!" Which was from Ryuuzaki-sensei "I will not be allowing my club such an idiotic booth and stop arguing you two!"

Fuji's Idea:

"Saa, how about a cactus shop hmm?"

Result:

Silence.

"Fuji, we will not be selling cacti during the Cultural Festival" And that my friends, was Tezuka.

So now, Ryuuzaki stood in front of the rowdy tennis club rubbing her forehead, how hard was it to create a single booth. ' Should retire soon, I'm definitely too old for this job' Looking toward the boys he saw Kikumaru hop in his place arm raised, Oishi was by his side as always, trying to calm the boy down. "Kikumau, Idea?"

"Hoi!Hoi! What about a mini concert, nya?" he asked blue eyes sparkling. Hoping unto a blushing Oishi's back he grinned before adding "Won't it be fun?"

The result:

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea" – From Momoshiro

"Hmm, Concert? Ii Data" – can anyone guess who

"Saa, that sounds fun Eijiko" From Fuji

And a chorus of other agreements from the other members.

Smiling Ryuuzaki-sensei nodded. Walking towards the board she erased all previous writings to write 'mini-concert' in large characters. This was a good idea, something unique. Looking back towards the students she crossed her arms and stared at them seriously.

"Hora! Urasai! Now tell me who here can sing?"

Eiji jumped in his seat excitedly, raising his hand "Hoi! Boku no!" Turning to Oishi he grabbed his hand and raised it "Kimi Ga" Oishi blushed trying to lower his hands.

"Ei-Eiji! Yamete kudasai" He sweated as he felt the stares of his fellow club members

"Demo, Oishi I wanna sing with you nya!" Kikumaru hoped down to Oishi's level wrapping an arm around his neck "ne, don't you want to sing with me?" He pouted.

There were a few chuckles as Oishi panicked before nodding his head in agreement "Okay, okay. I'll sing!" Oishi sighed as Eiji glomped him "mou, mataku Eiji"

Ryuuzaki-chuckled as well before writing down the pairs name. Turning towards the members again she saw a few more hands raised and began writing down their names. The list of performers was as followed:

Kikumaru, Eiji

Oishi, Syuuichirou

Fuji, Syuusuke

Momoshiro, Takeshi

Arai, Masashi

Horio, Satoshi

It was a strange set but it seemed like it would work. Nodding at the list she grabbed a note book before jotting it down. The Festival promises to be interesting that's for sure. Looking up she pushed the pen to her lips in thought.

"Is there anyone else who wants to join?"

At the very back of the room a certain prince still had his head rested on the palm of his hand. His music was loud enough to drown out any other noise in the room. He didn't particularly care for what they were doing, if he was required to help then he would but he wouldn't waste his energy in volunteer work. Humming lightly his mouth began to move along with the words of the song.

"Oroshitate no SHIRT to
Futsuriai na surikireta SNEAKER de
Machi o arukeba atenai kitai
Fumishimeteita TEEN AGE BLUES

Ano koro wa arede jibun narini
Ganbattetanda kedo
Ano hi guuzen kikoete koe ni
Kokoro ubawarete shimattanda"

(Stepping firmly in our teenage blues
If you walk around town in your new t-shirt
And unevenly torn sneakers
What you'll feel is unexpected hope

Back then we were trying
As hard as we could
But that day my heart was stolen
When I coincidently heard your voice)

Ryoma hadn't realized it but there was a sudden silence as his voice unknowingly became louder, it wasn't deep like most guys his age and had a slightly feminine tone to it. His closed eyes didn't even twitch as he sang. Everyone was gaping in shock, Echizen never spoke more than a few words so it truly was unexpected to hear such a lovely voice escape the cocky teens mouth. Ryuuzaki-sensei blinked in surprise before smirking and scribbling into her note book.

"Oi! Ryoma attention!" She frowned when the boy ignored her and turned to Tezuka for help. Nodding his head Tezuka sighed inwardly before approaching the nearly dozing brat. He grabbed the wire at both side of the boys head before tugging them off gently. Jumping in surprise Ryoma looked up into the captains eyes with wide gold eyes.

"hai, Buchou?" The boy wander looked up with a curious expression. Tezuka stared at him before motioning the front with his head. Blinking curiously he looked forward straight into Ryuuzaki-sensei's smirking face.

"And for our final performer, Echizen, Ryoma"

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A/N: Well this ends the first chapter of my new fic. The song I used was dreaming on the radio by Ryoma Echizen himself(well not really more like his seiyuu but meh) Try and listen to it. It's really good.

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