Akaya/Ryoma
Summary: Its the tokyo open. Ryoma has already won the Australian, French open, butbefore he goes to Wimbledon, he competes at the Tokyo open which just so happens to be near AKaya's college dorm.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
I love tennisstar1's fics! Akaya/Ryoma is my favorite pairing thanks to her. Hehe. This is a multi chapter fic though, so be patient.
Prologue
It was a hot June day. Sweat hit the pavement with a hiss, and you could practically see the heat waves hitting you. Akaya Kirihara groaned from the heat as he carried a brown cardboard bod labeled "clothes", up the stairs to his college dorm. Though at least he didn't have to carry all of them up because his roommate Momoshiro Takeshi was helping him.
As he finally reached the top of those dreaded stairs, he settled the box gently down at the side and pulled out his keys from the back pocket of his worn out jeans. He slid the key in and turned it to the left, and pulled the door towards him. Then he took the keys out and held the cherry wood door open with his right foot and grabbed the box. Once he was inside the spacious dorm, he settled his box down in his room and looked out the window to catch his breath.
The teenager was now older than when he left Rikkaidai junior high. He is now 17 years old, for he tried to catch up with his sempai Marui who has already been in college for a year and bet Akaya coulnd't get in by age 17 like him.
Well, he proved him wrong.
His wild blackish hair with green tints in it, was a little longer and down to his chin but still unkept. He wore a plain cotton white shirt that had no sleeves, worn out blue jeans, and addidas sneakers with a classic design. Even though his body had grown taller and bolder in features, his still boyish face was recognizable.
Out the window was a giant silver dome that reflected the sun's rays on its surface.
"Oi, Kirihara! Whacha doing?" Momo asked, bringing up the last of his roommates's stuff. Akaya turned and said, "Looking at that new building there. What is it?".
Momo looked for himself and said, "Oh, that's the new stadium where the Tokyo open is going to be held three weeks from now. Hey! We should go buy tickets! I'd love to watch Echizen play tennis again, wouldn't you?". Kirihara smiled. Yes, it would be great to see Seigaku's genuis freshman again...
In France
Ryoma Echizen was packing his bags, his annoying brother/coach talking in the background. Karupin was quietly lying on the hotel's dark blue carpet, making Ryoma wish he could do the same.
"I think that we should go to the Tokyo open! The prize money of 8,000,000 (about less than 80,000 dollars) is too great to pass down." Ryoga said. Ryoma sghed. Why bother? He would rather save his strength for Wimbledon. "I know you'd rather just wait 1 and 1/2 mothes in England, training for Wimbledon, but it would be better to train by using the tournament and get money while doing it!" Ryoga said, reading his brother's mind.
Ryoma put on his signature white hat and zipped up his Yonex tennis bag. Well, he might as well. It would get bored just practicing with Ryoga the whole time, though only slightly less boring. VERY SLIGHT.
Nobody from the Japanese junior highs ever turned pro except Fuji Yuta, Dan Taichi, Horio Satoshi, and Kentarou Aoi. Though Fuji Yuta used to be #2 in the world, his shot that Mizuki taught him when he was younger got the best of him and he had to retire early in his career becuase of his shoulder injuries. Dan was in the top 10, ranked #8, but he and Aoi (#7) were rivals really for they were no match for Ryoma. And Horio, well... He wasn't even in the top 100. But a pro non the less. How odd that the four most unlikely people turned pro.
Ryoga stopped talking and went to take a last minute nap, for their plane wasn't until tomorrow at noon. The younger Echizen brother laid down on the bed also, but didn't fall asleep yet. He started thinking back when he was twelve years old. Back when tennis actually gave im such an adrenaline rush that was equivalent to taking in as much cocaine up your nose as you can until you pass out (sorry, watching Law and Order and can't think of anything)! When he actually sweat and was pushed to his limits and wanted more and more. Nothing compared to that.Nothing has that rush.
He could remember them all, the regulars. Inui, the data collector and played like a master chess player. No holes in his game unless you were able to pass his physical limitations. Kaidoh, an imtimidator who was really a nice guy who had a soft spot for cats. He had the stamina that surpassed anyone, and his signature shot was one that made your eyes pop. Takashi Kawamaru, was the nicest and also the most agressive and meanest, but that was only when he held a tennis racket. Unlike Momo-chan-sempai.
Even though Momoshiro played the same kind of game as Taka, he was also a very versatile player. But power was his game. The golden pair, Oishi and Eiji. Really like total opposites of each other. Though that was what made them the #1 doubles team ever. Fuji... confused him. He had never seen Fuji play his best and sempai loved cactus, for some odd reason. Finally Tezuka. The captain. They guy he needed to beat in order to fo to the next level. His final stepping stone in becoming a champion.
Then he thought of Shinji Ibu, Fuji Yuta, Akutsu Jin, Aoi Kentarou, Kevin Smith, and for some odd reason, Akaya Kirihara. Ryoma didn't know why he thought of the last one. He had never played Akaya in a real match before, but he saw Fuji play him, he couldn't help but want Akaya's intensity on him...
Echizen shook his head and sighed. What was that about?He then looked at the clock and saw it was 11:30 pm and decided to go to sleep...
Prologue Over
Well, here's the prologue. I will get chapter 1 up asap!