Author's Note: We have always wanted to do a PoT LOTR crossover! So here it is! Review!
Disclaimer: We do not own Prince of tennis, but will someday. We do not own Lord of the rings, and really could care less.
LORD OF THE BALLS
Chapter 1: The One Tennis Ball
It began with the forging of the great tennis balls. Three were given to Rokkaku. Seven to Yamabuki, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain courts. And nine, nine rings were gifted to St. Rudolph, who above all else, desire power. For within these tennis balls was bound the strength and will to govern each team. But they were all of them deceived, for another tennis ball was made.
In the land of Hyotei, in the fires of the tennis club, the Dark Lord Atobe forged in secret a master tennis ball, to control all others. And into this tennis ball, he poured his beauty, his grace, prowess, and his will to dominate all courts.
"One Tennis Ball to rule them all."
One by one, free lands in Kantou fell to the power of the Tennis Ball. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of players marched against the armies of Hyotei and on the slopes of Mount Keigo they fought for the freedom of Kantou.
Victory was near. But the power of the Tennis Ball could not be undone.
The wise elf, Kentarou Aoi, fought valiantly with the brave Akazawa Yoshirou of St. Rudolph. Kentarou, raised his racquet towards the Dark Lord Atobe, slicing through his precious silver locks.
The Dark Lord Atobe fell to his knees in despair, dropping The Tennis Ball. The Tennis Ball rolled to the greedy feet of Akazawa Yoshirou, giving him the chance to destroy all evil once and for all.
But the hearts of St. Rudolph are easily corrupted. And the Tennis Ball of Power has a will of its own. It betrayed Akazawa to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.
The Tennis Ball passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.
"Two years, my precious."
The Tennis Ball came to the creature Horio, who took it deep into the tunnels of the locker room. And there, it consumed him.
"My precious, two years, two years, two years, two years of tennis experience my precious."
It abandoned Horio.
But something happened then the Tennis Ball did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.
"Huh? What's this?"
A Hobbit: Nanjiroh Echizen of the Shounnen.
"Lost! My precious! NOOOOO TWO YEARS!"
For the time soon come when Seigaku will shape the fortunes of all.
The Shounnen. . .? years later
A carriage toddles down the road, carrying a stoic youth. He wore spectacles, and a large grey Captains hat.
"The road goes ever on and on down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone, and you must become Seigaku's pillar…"
"Tezuka Buchou, I'm late," A hobbit ran down the road after the carraige.
Tezuka smiled at the spirited boy.
"You are always late, Ryoma Echizen, you are never early, and never arrive when you mean to."
"Mada Mada Dane."
"We can't be late for Nanjiroh's birthday party."
"What news of the other teams? Tell me everything."
"Everything? Far too eager and curious for a hobbit, most out of character for you I think. Well what can I tell you? Life in the other teams goes on much as it has this past age, full of its own comings and goings. Scarcely aware of the existence of hobbits... which I am very thankful."
Curious freshman poked their heads from their little hobbit holes. "It's Tezuka Buchou!"
Tezuka ignores the shouts.
"DROP SHOT! DROP SHOT! TEZUKA!"
Tezuka again ignores the shouts, paying no mind to the freshman.
The cart never stops and Tezuka does not do a drop shot.
"Let's go to the party Echizen."
Ryoma jumped from the cart, "Don't want to."
The party is on!
Echizen forced into the pub by the other freshman hobbits, notices his friend Momoshiro, looking sad and alone. He sits next to his friend sipping his Ponta, paying no attention to his depressing friend.
"Should I ask Ann for a dance?"
"I think I'll have another Ponta."
"Oh no you don't! Echizen! I need your help!"
"Mada Mada Dane"
Momo slumps back down on the table.
Fireworks are aloof, and everyone is having a gay and merry time. But, where is the birthday boy Nanjiroh?
"Ugh, I am hungry!" Nanjiroh complained, sitting under the bell, flipping the pages of his magazine.
The freshman had finally found him! "Nanjiroh-sama! Tell us a story about your tennis days!"
Nanjiroh turned over, back facing the freshman scratching his butt, "Hey! Get me something to eat!"
Two curious hobbits snuck into the back of Tezuka Buchous carraige, looking for a place to. . .
"Quickly, " the tall one shouted, motioning for the other to join him.
The shorter one reaching the cart, gasps in amazement, "HOI HOI! Look! We have to try this! The big one!"
"Done!" The shorter one had lit the firework. "You're supposed to stick it in the ground!"
"Outside!" The two hobbits jumped from the carraige, clutching one another in fear (and love).
The firework exploded in the cart sending the two hobbits flying through the air.
"Whoa! Look at that hot chick!" One of the freshman shouted.
Nanjiroh excited by this new development, rushed to the source of the commotion, "Hot Chick? There hasn't been a hot chick in these lands for a thousand years!"
"That was good," The tall hobbit shouted.
"Hehe, let's do it again!" the shorter one shouted.
Tezuka Buchou approached the eager hobbits, grabbing both of them by the ears and lifting them from the ground.
"AHHHHHH THE PAIN!" Both shouted.
"Eiji Kikumaru and Shuichiro Oishi, I might have known, " Tezuka dropped the golden pair, "Twenty laps around the Shounnen!"
"SPEECH! NANJIROH-SAMA!' The freshman bellowed.
Nanjiroh lazily stood up to the podium he was supposed to speak at, without warning he let loose a belch that singed the hair of all the freshman.
Nanjiroh took the Tennis Ball out of his robe, scratched himself and then place the ball in his mouth. "POOF" He vanished! This left all the freshman in an uproar!
"MY HAIR!. . .WHO IS THAT CREEP. . . WHY ARE WE THROWING HIM A PARTY!"
Nanjiroh, giggling at his own brilliance, entered his house, humming a pleasent tune to himself. He removed the tennis ball from his mouth. "Hey Boy! You missed my party!"
"Why would someone throw you a party?" Echizen asked, lounging on the sofa.
Nanjiroh rummaged through his pockets, stummbling across a piece of parchment. "Take the world Echizen!" Nanjiroh gripped the ball in his hand. He knew what he must do.
"Here boy! Take this," Nanjiroh said throwing the ball to his son.
"Why would I want this crusty ball? I've seen you put it in your mouth!"
"It's a gift you brat!"
"Don't want it."
Nanjiroh threw the ball at his son, who arrogantly caught it, sipping his Ponta.
"I'm leaving boy!"
"Mada Mada Dane"
Nanjiroh picked up his magazine, walking stick and large hat. "Someone said there is a really hot coach at Rokkaku." Nanjiroh departed, leaving his son the Tennis Ball.
Ryoma stared at the ugly, worn, slobbery ball his dad threw to him. He could not take his eyes off of it.
"Be awed by my beauty, come to me. . .be captured by my presence, how could you not be?"
Ryoma sat up suddenly. Who was that? he sat up a few seconds, yawned and resumed sleeping.
"Echizen! Echizen!" Ryoma was once again disturbed by an intruding voice, but this time he knew who it was.
"Te-tezuka Buchou?" Ryoma gave a wide yawn, "What do you want?"
"Do you have it? Is it safe?"
"The Tennis Ball! The one your father left you!"
"Oh, I think I threw it in the trash."
Tezuka walked over to the trash bin and bent over to pick it up, but halted his movement.
"Echizen! Come pick this ball out of the trash."
"Yes," Ryoma said getting up and fetching the ball from the trash bin.
"You have to take the Tennis Ball to Yamabuki."
"Don't want to."
"You must, or I will kick you off of the regulars." Ryoma gaped at Tezuka's threat.
"Just do it! I'll meet you there! Quickly pack your things!"
Suddenly a chomping noise was heard from outside of Ryoma's window. Tezuka reached outside pulling up Momo, who was eating a cheeseburger.
"Momoshiro! Have you been eavesdropping?"
"I have been droppin' no eves sir, honest. I was just eating a cheeseburger under the window there, if you follow me."
"Because of your eavesdropping, you must accompany Echizen or you will also be kicked off the regulars!"
Momo and Ryoma, horrified with the possibility of being cut from the team, especially Momo, set off on their journey to Yamabuki.
AN: YAY! Hope you all enjoyed this parody. Well please review, and guess who everyone is!