Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

A/N: This is going to be Multi-Chapter and the rating is for later chapters. The pairing has yet to be decided, so if there are any suggestions please don't hesitate to let me know. The Summary is really bad I know, I still need to work on those. Looking for challenges, requests for fics are: Open.

Go with the Flow

"Ughhh", Ryoma groaned as he was suddenly awaken by his overly annoying, loudly buzzing alarm clock. He smashed the snooze button and rolled over to attempt to get at least ten more minutes of sleep. Keyword: attempt before his stupid father barged in unexpectedly.

"GOOD SUNDAY MORNING SEISHOUNEN!", Nanjiroh yelled waltzing into his son's bedroom.

"Baka Oyaji!", Ryoma growled at his father.

"I'm trying to sleep!", he snapped pulling his pillow over his head.

"Not anymore!", his father said as he ripped the blankets off Ryoma, and pushed him out of his extremely warm and comfortable bed. Ryoma glared up at his father and pushed himself up off the ground, so that he could stalk into his bathroom.

"Be ready in an hour we're going somewhere Ryo-chan!", his father called walking out of his son's bedroom.

"Baka! Don't call me that!", Ryoma yelled out turning on the shower.

Ryoma walked down the stairs refreshed after a good twenty minute shower. He sat down at the table and waited for his food to be served.

"Here you go Ryoma", Nanako said as she placed a Western-Style breakfast in front of him. Ryoma grumbled he hated Western-Style food for breakfast how many times had he told his family that? Despite of that, he slowly began to devour that food on the plate in front of him.

"Chop Chop, Hurry up, We'll be late" Nanjiroh rushed his son clapping his hands twice and gesturing to his wrist to emphasize his point. Ryoma shoveled in his last pieces of food and took his dishes over to the sink.

"Where are we going anyways?" Ryoma asked his father as they walked at of their home towards the car.

"You'll see" his father replied to him with a grin spread across his face as he backed out and headed off to their destination. Ryoma sighed after five minutes as he started to get bored, and rested his head against the cool glass window. In a few moments he was fast asleep trapped in dreamland. Nanjiroh spared a glance at his son and smiled, he was going to be in for it when Ryoma woke up and realized where they were going.

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