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A Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
"When are you coming home?" asked the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Tomorrow, Kev. I'll be there before you know it." I reassured my boyfriend, Kevin Smith.
"Okay, Ryo. I'll let you get some sleep. I love you."
"I love you too, Kev. Night."
"Yeah, tomorrow." Kevin muttered contentedly, and we both hung up.
God, I missed him. We have been together for three years. Stupid things like this tournament kept us apart, but it was only temporary. We were strong, though. We both understood. Obligations are obligations and in pro tennis it's no different.
I longed to be home with my Kevin in America. Days were spent lazing around the house with nothing to do. Playful matches were held in the backyard or on a street court, sometimes with a couple(?)some of his friends from the American Goodwill Games. Evenings were spent enjoying each other's company, most of the time simply laying on the bed watching movies or engaging in other activities. I loved being with him. He was so interesting, beautiful, funny, and so many more things I could never name.
I fell asleep quickly. Talking to him on the phone combined with the excitement of seeing him soon lulled me into pleasant dreams about being home with him. I dreamed of him, our little apartment in California, and Karupin and her kittens. Every little detail was ingrained in my mind: the odd green stain on the living room carpet, our queen bed, and the kitchen's flowered wallpaper. I remembered things that I normally didn't occur to me unless I had been away a long time.
Kevin dominated my dreams; his blond hair spread against the pillow, his sharp blue eyes peering at me from over the newspaper. All of Kevin. Laying in his arms was the place that seemed most like home to me, no matter where we were. If Kevin was there with me, holding me, then I was home.
When I got off the plane and stepped foot into the airport, I spotted him. My heart practically jumped out of my chest. I almost ran over to him, but I kept my self-control and walked. When I stood in front of him I threw my arms around him and placed his all too familiar lips on mine. When we broke apart, all I could whisper in his ear was, "I'm back, Kevin, my love." I knew I really was home because he was there holding me and it was so peaceful.
A fluffy Kevin/Ryoma oneshot.
Thank you to my beta reader, kawaiichiisaikitsune.
