I'm sorry it took this long to translate my beloved creation, and no, I'm NOT abandoning it, NEVER or at least I'm not planning to.

I hope you like it!

And please guys, is painfully obvious that this is a Fem Ryoma fanfic (I'm a fan of gender-bender so deal with it) so please if you don't like DON'T READ!

Rated T because I'm paranoid! Rate might change.

And NOW!

Disclaimer: PoT is not mine (unfortunately), I just own the plot and a few characters that I will make appear later.

"Blah..." talking

'Blah...' thinking

"Blah..." dreams or flashbacks

"Blah..." talking in english

Published: 06-04-12

Updated: 06-09-13

Prologue

- Breaking Point -

(Where Everything Began)

Breath.

Exhale.

Breath.

Exhale.

In.

Out.

Relax.

Focus.

Just let go...

"The match between Echizen Ryoma and Sakuraba Endo will begin in a few minutes" a woman announced through the speakers, people began to walk towards the benches to watch my match.

I quickly took my racket and walked towards the court.

'This is it!'

"There's no turning back"

Sweat running down the column of my neck and into my back making me sticky, my hair barely covered my ears making me look like a boy allowed air to smack into my body sending shivers to my spine.

One more game, that was everything I needed to win the championship, but I was well aware that Endo was not going to give it to me that easily, we both were determined to win.

My service.

Serve. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Point.

"15-0" someone announced.

Again my service.

Serve. Hit. Hit.

"15-15"

"It seems that neither of us is planning to lose" Endo said to me trying to distract me from our match.

"It seems so" I admitted, never loosing sight of the ball.

"Sakuraba's service"

Service. Hit. Hit. Hit. Point.

"30-15" cheers erupted "Echizen's point"

"I will not give up, have that in mind" his gaze intensified, full of determination, just like mine.

"Echizen's service"

Service. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Point.

"40-15, Echizen's Point"

"Do not think I'll give you that point without a fight" never dreamed of it.

"Echizen's service"

Service. Hit. Hit. Point.

"40-30"

Service. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Point.

"40-40" damn it if I did not focus on the game I would loose, I did not want to... I couldn't afford to... dad would... he would not...

"Ready?" damn him, the bastard was mocking me.

"Whenever you want" I dared.

Service. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Hit. Point.

"Set and match for Echizen Ryoma" I was exhausted, I never thought I would need to use "Cyclone Smash", or "Mujūryoku"

"Good match" I was going to shake his hand when he suddenly smacked it away.

"You don't deserve to win, you don't even take tennis seriously" I felt my heart tug at his words, I wanted to answer him, tell him how wrong he was, but I could not, words got stuck in my throat "see?, you did not even try to deny it" and he left, just like that ...

People announced my victory, everyone talked about me, or at least a part of me, "the prodigy Ryoma Echizen", at my young age of 8 I had already conquered an amount of championships a 'normal' kid would only dream of, even so, it didn't mattered, none of it mattered to me, the media only wanted someone they could crush with their comments.

The interview was a few minutes to start, and even knowing it was not the first one I had, I was very nervous, I felt like my hands and legs were shaking like mad.

"Now tell us young Echizen, now that you earn the title of 'The Prince of Tennis' what are you planning to do?" my bottom lip quivered and I felt the color of my face draining, my throat closing, he was right, what was I going to do now ...?

And that's it! you love it? hate it?

Please be patient I know you have a lot of questions, but all will be solved in due time.

*Mujūryoku: zero gravity or without gravity.

And sorry for the grammar mistakes

I-chan out~ (or Mia, whatever you like)

Bye bye!