I don't own Prince of Tennis, 'kay? But you knew that didn't you?
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In the past
"Ha ha ha! You know, I thought it would be weird having a friend not from America!" The eight year old girl said to her friend.
"Sure is," Kikumaru replied to his new friend. "Bad that I gotta leave soon though…" He added a stick to the top of the small sand castle. Smiling, Aira could hardly answer.
"Aww, you're leaving soon?" The short haired girl frowned at her friend.
"Not to worry," Kikumaru waved his hands at her. "Please don't be sad Aira." Kikumaru picked up her chin and wiped away the tears that would soon run down her cheek. "I'll come back eventually."
"Promise?" Aira asked, her innocence showing. "Hey? Want to-?"
"Yeah, totally," Kikumaru said, getting out of the sand and helping Aira up. As they ran under the shade where their parents were sitting Kimkumaru asked, "Mommy, can we have our rackets?"
His mom smiled, and handed over two small rackets with a tennis ball. "Have fun now," she said, scooting him off.
The kids ran over to the nearby court. They both knew the court was too big for them, so they both stood on one side, hitting the ball to each other. Kikumaru was already displaying the early signs of what would soon be his style of tennis. Aira was just simply hitting it back to him, but all the balls seemed naturally attracted to her. The game finally ended with Kikumaru's mother breaking up the game. "Come now darling!"
Kikumaru frowned as he told Aira that they were leaving for good. Aira frowned as well, but it was stopped by his sudden kiss on her cheek. She blushed as Kikumaru said, "Promise me that next time we meet, we still play tennis." Nodding, she stuck out her pinky for a pinky promise. Smiling, Aira waved as a couple of tears met her cheeks. Kikumaru was gone for now, but she wouldn't forget her promise to him.