Disclaimer: i don't own prince of tennis
Revised(kinda)
Chapter 1
Ryoma had a headache. The constant throbbing put in a bad mood. This wasn't the first time he had a headache that day; the last one had long faded away as he was at tennis practice. He had been having strange headaches lately, due to stress of exams and pre-nationals match coming up. He had decided that they were all related to stress. Scowling, Ryoma moved his math book aside and headed to his bed. He had been studying for the math test his teacher was going to give them on Monday for practice.
Walking over to his bed, he flopped onto it and heaved a huge sigh. Closing his eyes, he proceeded to try to get ride of the head ache by sleeping it off. It took him about thirty seconds to realize that he wasn't going to get any sleep at all, but stubborn as he was, Ryoma kept his eyes closed, determined to force his body into deep oblivion.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, he could here every second passing by, annoyed he sat up slowly so as to not make the already horrible headache even worse. Grabbing his clock, he turned it around so that its back was facing him. And with one slow but threatening movement he removed the batteries in the clock. Then he quickly tossed them somewhere into his room. It was the weekend, and Ryoma wasn't going to need it the next morning. Laying his head back on his fluffy pillow, he once again tried to go back to sleep.
Thump, thump, thump, thump it seemed Ryoma was not destined to sleep his headache off. Someone was coming up the stairs, and even though he didn't know how, he had an inking that the person was headed right for his door. The sound of the door opening saddening proved him right, and for once he'd wished he wasn't.
"Hello, son!" The loud voice of his father sounded even louder because of his headache. Ryoma held in a sigh and decided to keep his eyes closed and pretend he was asleep. Maybe his father would give up and just go away.
When Ryoma didn't answer, Nanjiro walked into the room. There was a long silence in which he wished his father would leave and Nanjiro was trying to will Ryoma awake with his telepathy, which he didn't have. A loud sigh sounded through out the room, but Ryoma didn't make a move to show he was awake, he had evened out his breathing and since his father was concentrating on waking him up by his telepathy, he had almost forgotten his headache.
It was like they both knew what the other was trying to do, it ended up being a fight of wills. His to make his father go away, and his father's was to wake up his son.
Nanjiro's P.O.V.
I had come upstairs to see if Ryoma wanted to play tennis with me, and I hadn't expected to find him asleep. Well I guess I will just have to wake him up. It's a Friday, and I'm bored. Che, the stupid brat fell asleep on me, it's like he's old.
End P.O.V
Since Ryoma had his eyes closed he didn't notice the smirk slowly slither onto his father's face. He didn't notice that his father had come up with a plan, if he had he would have realize that his headache was going to be much, much worse than it was before.
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Ryoma was annoyed. He hadn't gotten much sleep yesterday, and his father's stunt was just pissing him off more. Today was going to be a bad day, he just knew it. It seemed that even though Ryoma had gone out of his way to avoid his father, even pretending he was asleep just so he wouldn't be remained of the headache he had somehow managed to forget while he was preoccupied with something else.
That morning, when Ryoma woke up, he had looked around the room and discovered Karupin laying next to him in the blackest curled up into a small ball, as usual, he had thrown is alarm clock across the room because he hadn't been able to find the snooze button, as usual, and he had gotten out of bed, his eyes barely open, as usual. But the next thing was not usual an early morning occurrence.
He could remember very well what had happened that morning. As if his father's trick last night wasn't enough. Now that he thought about it, that trick too still had him pissed off. In his minds eye, he could already see the smirk on his father's face when he had woken up from his fake sleep, glaring at his incompetent father for the rude comment. Couldn't he see that he just wanted t sleep? That he wanted to be left alone?
He knew what his father had wanted when he came to his room. His father was so predictable at times like this. The fact that he wanted to play tennis with Ryoma, who had told the whole family that he was doing homework and would like to finish it first before it had any unnecessary interruptions. He had said all this while staring pointedly at his father; he should have known he would be ignored.
"Ryoma, it seems I have more stamina than you." His father had said with a loud sigh, Ryoma was listening but he was not going to ruin the illusion of his sleep, he would only be dragged into a more headache strengthening argument.
His knew, Ryoma concluded, it seemed he father had caught on after all. He knew that Ryoma was faking, and he knew that Ryoma knew. And that was why his next words sounded so sure of themselves.
"I guess you'll never beat me tennis now."
His voice was smug, and his face showed a triumph he didn't even bother to hide. Then it hit him, his face, he could see his face. Ryoma had opened his eyes and he was glaring into the ever annoying face of his father. He had been tricked. But he would get his revenge if it was the last thing he did. He father was going to watch his back, but the time to attack was when his guard was down. At least this would give him time to plan a trick that his father would remember for a long, long time. With a grin Ryoma continued his walk to the store; he hadn't had ponta for a whole week. Can you imagine that!
"Ochibi!", Suddenly Ryoma found himself being smothered to death in a hug by none other than the most hyper acrobat player on the teem.
"Eiji let him go his turning blue!" Oishi's voice commanded with a worried urgency, ever the mother of Seigaku even when they were not at school. It seemed his hope of going to get that ponta was slowly being destroyed.
"Sorry," Kikumaru immediately let o of the cat eyed boy. Ryoma took a deep breath, and listened to Oishi-sempai berate Kikumaru-sempai, turning to them his prepared to interrupt when he was beat to it by Kikumaru-sempai.
"Oi, ochibi, where are you going maybe we can come along too." Kikumaru-sempai's voice was as always happy. It seemed he always had a reason to smile, except for a few times he could remember.
"I'm going to the store," Ryoma's answer was as blunt as always.
"You can come if you want, I was just going to get some ponta then I'm going back home." Kikumaru laughed as a though passed into his head. 'Ochibi hasn't changed since we first met.' Even Oishi had a smile on his face.
"Okay then. I was just on my way to the store my self when I met Eiji." Oishi said. "I guess we'll go with you."
And with that settled they made their way to the store, listening to Kikumaru go on and on about how bored he was before he saw Oishi while he was wondering around. Both Oishi and Ryoma listened to him, Oishi smiling and answering occasionally, while Ryoma got lot in his own thoughts when they weren't paying attention to him, thinking about what to do with his father after as payback for the night before.
As they got closer to the store, Ryoma decided he would let the moment present itself first. Make his father slip something he wasn't supposed to, use it as black mail and still tell on him anyway… or at least something to that effect. He would have to think of man other ideas before deciding to discard his first one.
"Ryoma, we'll go get your stuff first then presided to mine, I don't have to get a lot so this will be quick." Oishi said. Ryoma snapped out of revive as soon as he heard his voice. Nodding, Ryoma presided to walk through the aisles, towards the one he knew held what he came for. On the way he passed by some Pringles and decided he would get some as well.
Ryoma had been saving up his money, mostly because he wasn't buying any ponta lately. He decided that he would get different flavors, as well as some snacks. This way he wouldn't have to come back for more when he finished.
Grabbing the potato chips, he continued on his way, half listening to Oishi and Kikumaru talk about what they were going to do that weekend.
They had reached the isle where the sodas were found, and Ryoma looked careful at the flavors of ponta. There were strawberry, grape, pineapple, lime, orange, and pear. Now Ryoma usually got the grape soda, mostly because of the security he felt when he was drinking something and knew the taste. But Ryoma was feeling a little spontaneous on the subject. He decided that he would get a can of all kids of flavor instead of just getting one. With this in mind, he grabbed the different kids of flavors, giving some to Oishi and Kikumaru when he couldn't hold any more.
Ryoma had ended up getting two cans of every flavor of ponta he could get his, and his senpai tachi, hands on. And with that, he announced that he was done and they proceeded to get Oishi-senpais stuff.
Ryoma was feeling happy, but he could feel another headache building up at the back of his head.
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Once again, Ryoma found himself going to bed early. He had skipped dinner in favor of sleep. Besides, he had brought up a can of pineapple flavored ponta and he had his potato chips so he had assured himself that skipping dinner would not interfere in anything except gained weight.
The scene reminded him of that morning, when he had gotten the same type of headache, but he would save those thoughts for latter, now what he really wanted to do was sleep. But the insistent knocking on the door was preventing that. Up to now Ryoma had ignored it, but now he could feel the headache throb with each of the reverberation pounds delivered to his door. Ryoma got up with a sigh, it seemed he could not avoid it now.
Unlocking his door, Ryoma's face was marred with a deep frown. He pounds at his door now like a hammer on his head. Painful. Absolutely mind boggling painful.
With gritted teeth and a growing anger, Ryoma snapped the door open at the same time stepping aside least the imbecile's hand pounded into him for real. The ever annoying face of his father came into view.
"What do you want," Ryoma's voice was full of hostility. Of course whose wouldn't have when they had a headache and were just from sleeping and effectively getting rid of it. Ryoma's glare deepened when his father laughed.
He slammed the door shut, locked it, headed to his bed, and proceeded to ignore the pounding that had resumed at his door, and well as some added on shouting. He put a pillow over his head and was soon dead to the world, his fathers' pounding falling on deaf ears.