This has been in my draft for a long, long time, and I have a friend who loves Prince of Tennis and totally adores Kikumaru. The acrobatic player isn't the main character, but he plays a role. So I uploaded it.
Disclaimers: I have as much chance to own Prince of Tennis as I have to cover the whole world with whipped cream in one day on my own.
He had never noticed it before. Well, the first time he actually noticed him, he was in a match. And after awhile, he just seemed to think that it was normal. He didn't know what made him ask, what made him notice the abnormality.
But that didn't stop him. Kikumaru glomped the freshman the first chance he could.
"Ne Ochibi, why is your hair green?"
Everyone in the club room turned to face him.
"Because it's green." Ryoma replied. Short and direct, but not necessarily the answer people would want. That's Ochibi.
"Nya, but why? And why are your eyes yellow?" Kikumaru tried again. When at first you don't succeed, try and try again.
Ryoma smirked.
"Mada mada dane."
The acrobatic player pouted. Ochibi was so mean.
Ryoma dried his hair with the towel. One hand held the rough fabric in place and the other rubbed the mirror so that it wouldn't be so misty. His golden cat-like eyes studied his hair.
Kikumaru-sempai was wrong. His hair was blackish green, not green. And he wasn't exactly born with this blackish, greenish hair, or his golden-yellow eyes.
According to okaasan, his hair was originally pure black and his eyes were brown when he was born. As an infant, his baka oyaji was always bringing him to the yard and the tennis courts nearby. He couldn't even begin to count how many tennis matches he had seen before he even knew how to walk.
The moment he could walk, his baka oyaji started training him to play tennis. This meant that he spent a lot of time under the sun.
For most people, their hair started to turn auburn when they spent too much time under the sun. He was different. His hair started to turn green instead. Hence the cap.
As for his eyes, he was only a little kid. Even the racket was taller than him. His baka oyaji was so much taller then him, even when he was squatting. The only thing he could do was look up, and when he looked up, he was also looking at the sun.
He only knew that staring at the sun was bad later on, especially when you stared at it all the time. But by then, his iris had changed from light brown to golden yellow. It was all that baka oyaji's fault.
In the living room, Nanjirou sneezed into his porn magazine.
Ochibi – little baby, little boy, Kikumaru's nickname for Ryoma
Okaasan - mother
Oyaji – old man or father (disrespectful)
Baka oyaji – stupid old man
And I'm done.
By the way, is glomped considered an actual word?
Now to tell my friend I posted this fanfic…
Please review! I love reviews as much as Ryoma loves ponta.