A/N: You don't want to know where I got the idea for this story from. In
fact, I don't even know where I got the idea here from. I'm afraid some
parts might be OOC for some but since this takes place five years after the
series, I usually think that some of the characters can change yet keep a
part of their original personality. Well, anyways, both Ryoma, Sakuno,
Tomoka and etc. are now 17 years old. Yay! Ryoma is also a famous tennis
player and has become a rich little brat (as we all know he deserves to be
^_^ muaha!)
Enjoy! =)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The metal was cool and soothing under her touch. They were earrings. Both were made of silver and reflected the light dazzlingly. She loved them. They were styled and made to look like the crescent moon and she adored the way that they would dangle under her ears and tickle the soft spot underneath her lobe when she moved.
Sakuno breathed a sigh while looking in the mirror. What if her dress had certain hidden problems? She had spent hours picking through stores and looking at different dresses. After all, Ryoma told her to dress up more formally. She twirled in front of the looking glass and posed. She walked normally in a straight line while looking at herself. The dress swirled around her ankles like black water. Perfect. She pretended to be drinking a glass of wine. Everything was fine there. She moved around a bit to make sure that her dress wouldn't reveal anything while she was dancing. The last thing she wanted was an embarrassment tonight. When Sakuno was finally satisfied, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She had to look absolutely perfect for him tonight. She had promised herself not to be the normal klutz she was and that she would act like an elegant young lady. After all, five years had passed since she met Ryoma. She shouldn't be acting so uptight and nervous around him anymore.
She bent down to put on her high sandals and let out a soft gasp when she happened to look at the mirror. The chest part of her dress gaped open when she bent down. Not enough to reveal anything but enough to show a part of her bra. Blushing furiously while wondering what would have happened if she hadn't known this, she made a mental note not to bend down at all. All she could do was hope that she could remember. . .
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Ryoma frowned as he took the bottle of cologne his father passed to him. Nanjiroh had described it as the "babe magnet". Mustering all the courage his princely self could give, he opened the bottle and smelled it. He also gagged.
"Oh God!" Ryoma spluttered out while chucking the bottle into the trash, "Nasty!"
He really didn't know what girls liked since he had never really dated before. In fact, he would rather die than tell anyone that this was his first date. He mused about how he would approach Sakuno tonight.
"Hi, you look good tonight, Sakuno!" he tried practicing to the mirror with his trademark smirk. He slapped his forehead. No one would actually believe him if he said that.
He sighed. He would just have to turn to his last resource. He was really hoping not to have to use it but he really didn't have any experience with the opposite sex (or species since girls seemed like aliens from Venus to him).
"Oyaji!" he cried loudly, "Get up here! I need some help!"
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Tomoka blasted her way through Sakuno's bedroom door with a huge grin on her face. She immediately pounced on her friend and began purring loudly while pinching Sakuno's cheeks despite her protests.
"Oooooh! My little Sakuno is finally going on her first date!" Tomoka squealed loudly while bouncing up and down, "I'm so happy for you! Mou, with Ryoma-sama too! You sure reeled in a big one with your charm and good looks!"
"Y-You don't need to say it like that, Tomo-chan!" Sakuno replied while her cheeks turned red because of Tomoka's fierce pinching (or maybe because. . .), "He probably didn't mean it as boyfriend girlfriend when he asked me to go out. It's probably just friend to friend. ^_^;;"
"Nonsense!" giggled Tomoka while pushing Sakuno to the dressing table, "Mmm. . . let's do something about that hair shall we? You can't be serious if you're still going with that schoolgirl braids look. . .we need to make you look your age, 17, not 12. I'm going to make you into a sexy lady! Muahahahahhah! (a/n: What's she planning? Oh no! Sakuno, run for your liiiife!!!!)"
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Ryoma's eyebrow twitched when his father finally finished his long speech about safe sex. He secretly mourned for his virgin ears. He didn't even remember mentioning or asking his father about "that". His father watched Ryoma as the prince gagged once again.
"Oi, shounen," he said in an annoyed voice, "you'll never get anywhere if you act like an immature brat like that. People will have to use *lemons* in order to get you anywhere."
"What's a lemon?" Ryoma asked cluelessly while his father slapped his forehead, "Anyways, now that you've practically destroyed my purity, can you please teach me something more, well, innocent?"
"What do you mean?" his father asked in a puzzled voice, "wasn't that innocent enough for you?"
"I'll just do it my own way then," Ryoma sighed, "You might be good at tennis, Oyaji, but in romance, you're pretty much. . . Mada Mada Dane."
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Sakuno touched the pile of dead hair on the floor. Tomoka had taken out her braids and had brushed her hair thoroughly, pulling out the dead and stringy ones. Sakuno never knew that her hair could be so soft and silky as she never had time to brush it. It was partly the reason why she left it up all the time so that it wouldn't seem so messy. After thanking Tomoka many times, Sakuno looked at the clock. It was almost eight o'clock. Ryoma would be coming soon.
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Ryoma pulled up at Sakuno's driveway ten minutes late. He cursed under his breath as he turned off the engine to his new car. It was a BMW Z4 Roadster. He had bought it not too long ago. It still had that new car smell. He had really liked how it looked so sporty. He had chosen the silver colour, his favourite. He hoped Sakuno wouldn't mind the smell but then again, Sakuno wasn't really a whiny girl. She was always seen as a klutzy fool but Ryoma knew that deep inside she had a certain strength, a certain special thing that made her much more different than other girls.
He picked up the dozen blue roses he left next to him. They were the reason why he had come so late. He had tried to buy some at a number of florist shops but most had been out of stock. He examined them and made sure that none of the flowers had died on the way or had a bug hiding in it. He knew Sakuno was terrified of bugs. Not in the sort of way that made her go screaming when she saw one. Sakuno would probably turn pale, close her eyes and wait for the moment to pass.
Stepping onto her front porch, Ryoma took a deep breath. He tried to relax his fingers that had clenched around the bouquet of roses. Mentally slapping himself, Ryoma mustered his courage and reached out his hand. The prince's golden eyes's pupils began to dilate and contract in a pulsing motion as he thought of Sakuno. Blinking and shaking himself out of his dream, Ryoma pushed the doorbell. He listened as muffled footsteps hesitated and walked down a hall. Suddenly, they stopped for a brief moment and started up again. He heard the door click and swing open. His heart completely stopped.
Enjoy! =)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The metal was cool and soothing under her touch. They were earrings. Both were made of silver and reflected the light dazzlingly. She loved them. They were styled and made to look like the crescent moon and she adored the way that they would dangle under her ears and tickle the soft spot underneath her lobe when she moved.
Sakuno breathed a sigh while looking in the mirror. What if her dress had certain hidden problems? She had spent hours picking through stores and looking at different dresses. After all, Ryoma told her to dress up more formally. She twirled in front of the looking glass and posed. She walked normally in a straight line while looking at herself. The dress swirled around her ankles like black water. Perfect. She pretended to be drinking a glass of wine. Everything was fine there. She moved around a bit to make sure that her dress wouldn't reveal anything while she was dancing. The last thing she wanted was an embarrassment tonight. When Sakuno was finally satisfied, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She had to look absolutely perfect for him tonight. She had promised herself not to be the normal klutz she was and that she would act like an elegant young lady. After all, five years had passed since she met Ryoma. She shouldn't be acting so uptight and nervous around him anymore.
She bent down to put on her high sandals and let out a soft gasp when she happened to look at the mirror. The chest part of her dress gaped open when she bent down. Not enough to reveal anything but enough to show a part of her bra. Blushing furiously while wondering what would have happened if she hadn't known this, she made a mental note not to bend down at all. All she could do was hope that she could remember. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryoma frowned as he took the bottle of cologne his father passed to him. Nanjiroh had described it as the "babe magnet". Mustering all the courage his princely self could give, he opened the bottle and smelled it. He also gagged.
"Oh God!" Ryoma spluttered out while chucking the bottle into the trash, "Nasty!"
He really didn't know what girls liked since he had never really dated before. In fact, he would rather die than tell anyone that this was his first date. He mused about how he would approach Sakuno tonight.
"Hi, you look good tonight, Sakuno!" he tried practicing to the mirror with his trademark smirk. He slapped his forehead. No one would actually believe him if he said that.
He sighed. He would just have to turn to his last resource. He was really hoping not to have to use it but he really didn't have any experience with the opposite sex (or species since girls seemed like aliens from Venus to him).
"Oyaji!" he cried loudly, "Get up here! I need some help!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tomoka blasted her way through Sakuno's bedroom door with a huge grin on her face. She immediately pounced on her friend and began purring loudly while pinching Sakuno's cheeks despite her protests.
"Oooooh! My little Sakuno is finally going on her first date!" Tomoka squealed loudly while bouncing up and down, "I'm so happy for you! Mou, with Ryoma-sama too! You sure reeled in a big one with your charm and good looks!"
"Y-You don't need to say it like that, Tomo-chan!" Sakuno replied while her cheeks turned red because of Tomoka's fierce pinching (or maybe because. . .), "He probably didn't mean it as boyfriend girlfriend when he asked me to go out. It's probably just friend to friend. ^_^;;"
"Nonsense!" giggled Tomoka while pushing Sakuno to the dressing table, "Mmm. . . let's do something about that hair shall we? You can't be serious if you're still going with that schoolgirl braids look. . .we need to make you look your age, 17, not 12. I'm going to make you into a sexy lady! Muahahahahhah! (a/n: What's she planning? Oh no! Sakuno, run for your liiiife!!!!)"
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Ryoma's eyebrow twitched when his father finally finished his long speech about safe sex. He secretly mourned for his virgin ears. He didn't even remember mentioning or asking his father about "that". His father watched Ryoma as the prince gagged once again.
"Oi, shounen," he said in an annoyed voice, "you'll never get anywhere if you act like an immature brat like that. People will have to use *lemons* in order to get you anywhere."
"What's a lemon?" Ryoma asked cluelessly while his father slapped his forehead, "Anyways, now that you've practically destroyed my purity, can you please teach me something more, well, innocent?"
"What do you mean?" his father asked in a puzzled voice, "wasn't that innocent enough for you?"
"I'll just do it my own way then," Ryoma sighed, "You might be good at tennis, Oyaji, but in romance, you're pretty much. . . Mada Mada Dane."
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Sakuno touched the pile of dead hair on the floor. Tomoka had taken out her braids and had brushed her hair thoroughly, pulling out the dead and stringy ones. Sakuno never knew that her hair could be so soft and silky as she never had time to brush it. It was partly the reason why she left it up all the time so that it wouldn't seem so messy. After thanking Tomoka many times, Sakuno looked at the clock. It was almost eight o'clock. Ryoma would be coming soon.
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Ryoma pulled up at Sakuno's driveway ten minutes late. He cursed under his breath as he turned off the engine to his new car. It was a BMW Z4 Roadster. He had bought it not too long ago. It still had that new car smell. He had really liked how it looked so sporty. He had chosen the silver colour, his favourite. He hoped Sakuno wouldn't mind the smell but then again, Sakuno wasn't really a whiny girl. She was always seen as a klutzy fool but Ryoma knew that deep inside she had a certain strength, a certain special thing that made her much more different than other girls.
He picked up the dozen blue roses he left next to him. They were the reason why he had come so late. He had tried to buy some at a number of florist shops but most had been out of stock. He examined them and made sure that none of the flowers had died on the way or had a bug hiding in it. He knew Sakuno was terrified of bugs. Not in the sort of way that made her go screaming when she saw one. Sakuno would probably turn pale, close her eyes and wait for the moment to pass.
Stepping onto her front porch, Ryoma took a deep breath. He tried to relax his fingers that had clenched around the bouquet of roses. Mentally slapping himself, Ryoma mustered his courage and reached out his hand. The prince's golden eyes's pupils began to dilate and contract in a pulsing motion as he thought of Sakuno. Blinking and shaking himself out of his dream, Ryoma pushed the doorbell. He listened as muffled footsteps hesitated and walked down a hall. Suddenly, they stopped for a brief moment and started up again. He heard the door click and swing open. His heart completely stopped.