Disclaimer : Prince of Tennis and all of its characters never belonged to me. I hope it will be, though XD Ryoutarou is the OC character so he's mine… though the idea of his name was coming from Riel-chan X3

This fic was for Mitsukai20… for making me ShishiTori fic even between his exams and all. Thank you, Mitsu-chan. YOU'RE SO CUTE! XDDD

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1st Chapter

"Oh my God, Ryouta, you should slow down a bit," Shishido laughed as a little boy jumped out from the big, black car they were riding before and ran his little feet towards the gate.

Shishido Ryoutarou smiled widely, "I really can't wait for the school, Ryou-nii!!! I even brushed my teeth properly this morning!"

"Okay," Ryou laughed. He offered his hand to the little boy –who grasped it tightly, and the pair of nephew and uncle walked in to the wide front yard of a kindergarten. They entered the lobby and a smiling woman welcomed them. The woman told to them to go to the little hall on the centre of the building –the new students were all gathering there now. On they way there, they passed bunches of women with their little sons or daughter. Ryou watched his nephew, to see if the little boy actually upset with the scene or not, but the boy looked alright. He even hummed a little song happily. That made Ryou grew relieve in his heart. He looked at his watch –the school will start at 8… still fifteen minutes to go.

He had arranged his schedule so he can see Ryoutarou's first day receiving an education till the really end, before he must ran his car back to his office for a meeting with the Korean executives about the concept of the apartment his company going to build there at 12 noon. He'll bring Ryoutarou home first after they had a special and nice lunch in a really good family restaurant, not only with sandwich or French fries –and then he'll back to office. To the meeting. Necktie, goddamn it.

Ryouta watched his uncle staring blankly at actually nothing (He was reconstructing his plan today in his brain) and he said quietly, "Ryou-nii, it's okay, you can leave now if you want to. You have some work to do, right? Ryouta can take care of himself,"

Ryou stared at his nephew. He shook his head, stroked the deep brown hair of Ryoutarou and said with a soft smile, "I'll see your first day of school,"

Ryouta's round eyes brightened with a happy sparkles and he grinned widely. They entered the hall –not actually a big one, but certainly big enough to fit thirty little kids and their mothers there. There's a small stage on the front part of the hall and Ryouta's eyes shone when he saw a grand piano was standing on it. He said happily, "Look, Shishido-nii, there's a really big piano there. I wonder if I allowed to playing it a little,"

"I don't know…" Shishido looked at piano, "I don't think you can, though, Ryouta…"

Ryouta pouted. But then a soft voice reached them, "You can play it in the music section later," Ryou and his nephew looked up to saw the speaker. The speaker was a tall man with a wavy hair with the color of snow, smiling to both of them. He was wearing a white sweater behind his dark blue apron, and his long legs were covered by a pair of blue jeans. Ryouta blinked at the man and said, "R-really?"

"Yes, of course," The wavy-haired man bent so he was face to face with the little boy, "Do you like playing piano?"

"Mm," Ryouta nodded. His uncle got a piano in the room on the center of the house that they called Recreation Room, and that room was also where the Home Theatre and Ryou's billiard table can be found. When there's nothing to be watched or every time he was too tired already to playing any billiard, Ryou will fit his butt on the piano chair, playing a song that his mother often played when he was still so little. Ryouta will grew really happy every time he saw Ryou was sitting in front of the piano, then one day the little boy asked Ryou to teach him music and Ryou did so, even though he's not so good at it, at least he knew about music notes and the basics. So that's how Ryouta's fond of music grew, he played the piano almost every night even though he can play only one song.

Ryoutarou stared at the tall man in front of him before asked, "How can you know my name?" The tall man smiled, "Because from this today on, I'll be your teacher. I'm Ohtori-sensei," Ohtori-sensei offered the little boy his hand. Shishido watched the slender fingers, admired it. They're so long, looked so soft. Ryouta grabbed the hand, filled the longs fingers with his little ones, and he smiled, "I'm Shishido Ryoutarou, Ohtori-sensei!"

"Nice to meet you, Ryoutarou-kun," Ohtori replied. He then bowed politely to Shishido, while saying, "Good morning, Ryoutarou-kun's father,"

Ryou had just wanted to reply the greetings but Ryoutarou's sudden words cut him, "Shishido-nii isn't my father. He's my uncle...!"

Ohtori's eyes widened a bit before he smiled, "Oh, is that so? That's so nice, your uncle actually took a day off to accompanying you on your first day of school…"

"Yes he is!" Ryouta smiled. He hugged Shishido legs –the only part of Shishido's body that the little boy could reach by his short and tiny body. Shishido laughed, he bent to give the forehead of his nephew a little peck before tugged under Ryouta's arm to pick up the little boy. Ryouta then was sitting on his uncle's arm, circled his arm around the neck to keep him falling down.

Ryou smiled to the sensei –he got a nice first impression of this man and he decided to act nicely to the young teacher, "I'm Shishido Ryou,"

"Shishido-san, then?"

"That will be great,"

"Okay," Ohtori laughed.

Ryou grinned back and he asked, "You will be the homeroom teacher of Ryouta's class, Ohtori-sensei?"

Ohtori smiled, his long fingers reached to brush the locks of Ryouta's hair softly, "I hope so, so I can meet Ryouta-kun often. He's one smart boy," He smiled to the proud uncle.

"You also like to playing piano, sensei?" Ryouta asked excitedly. Ohtori smiled and nodded, "Yes, I like it very much,"

"What else does sensei like to do?" Ryouta asked again.

"Hmmm…" Ohtori hummed before answered, "I love to draw, I love to eat…"

"Ryouta also loves to eat!"

Ohtori chuckled, "That's good, then. A little boy like you should eat much so he can grow healthy and strong! Now, sensei has to go…" Ohtori chuckled when he saw a pout on Ryoutarou's lips. He said, "But we will meet again later! Promise!" Ohtori stuck out his pinkie, which Ryouta happily tied with his own. Ohtori waved his hand as he walking away to greet another parents and their children. Ryouta smiled to Ryou and he said, "The sensei looked so nice, ne, Shishido-nii?"

"Hm, he is," Ryou grinned to his nephew.

An old lady in simple sweatshirt and red trousers behind his apron that very much looked like Ohtori's came to the stage. She smiled and the hall grew quieter as the attention of the people in there moved to the lady. When she began to speak, her voice was loud but still polite.

"Good morning, all the parents and children!"

The children answered him happily with a loud good morning and the lady seemed satisfied. She laughed, "My my, the hall may collapsed from how loud you are all sound just now!" The laughter boomed and she smiled, "I'm one the teacher here and my name is Miyako-sensei. Can all these cute kids call my name once again?"

"MIYAKO-SENSEIII!!!" Ryouta also answered happily, while Ryou was looking around the hall and he found Ohtori-sensei was standing almost in the corner. Beside him were another teacher, and they're all women. He still had smile on his lips as he watching the old lady on the stage saying her best greetings for the parents and thank you for believing this Tanpopo Kindergarten as their kids' first step of education and knowledge. Ryou found himself also smiled, but that was before he felt his cellphone vibrating on his pocket. He gulped a curse he was going to say but at the same time actually relieved that he didn't forget to turn his phone mode into silent mode. He fished out the metal item from his pocket and furrowed his eyebrow when he saw that the words on the monitor can be read as 'Oshitari'.

"Ryouta, a minute, okay?" Ryou whispered to his nephew who looked at him confusedly. He put down Ryouta and walked quickly out from the hall. He answered the call the second his foot stepped out from the hall door, "What is it?"

The deep voice, jeweled with a thick accent of Kansai, sounded so unusually upset when he answered Shishido's question with another question, "Where are you?"

"I'm outside Tanpopo Kindergarten's hall, that's where my nephew is going to study start from today. What is it, Oshitari? You sound not too well…"

"Have I mention to you about how stupid the Korean in reading?"

"Mm, okay, if I have to read hanggul, I bet I also can't do it at all. Don't make it long, please? There's something going on inside and I really don't want to make Ryouta wait there, alone…"

"Make it short? Executives from Korea are all here and they demand us to start the presentation now. And if I remembered correctly, you're the one that own the presentation subject, I don't know your computer's password, and we're all dead now,"

Ryou gaped, "ARE THEY BLIND OR SOMETHING?? I have already sent them the e-mail about the change of schedule from two weeks ago!!"

"That's what I am talkin' about, Ryou. So, we're all dead now, they started coughing unstoppable and Atobe already spat all of his curse words to my face about that Korean and about you too,"

"WHAT??? OKAY, I WAS… NO. OKAY. I'll drive there for twenty minutes. Give them snack, give them lunch, whatever, make them watch a movie, our company's trailer or something. Give me twenty minutes,"

"…Okay," CLICK.

"SHIT. GODDAMN SHIT," Ryou put back his cell phone into his pocket. He rushed in to the hall and gain some unwanted attentions from the people near the door. He looked around, searched for his nephew. He must tell Ryouta before he go, and… Oh, shit. A big guilt punched his chest. His nephew was his every thing, the only family he got after the car crush that killed his big brother and his wife, yet he was always so busy with his work that he can't be with his nephew much. Now he even had to break his promise to wait there till the school time finished…

A little tug on the lower part of his shirt made Shishido looked down. Ryouta was staring at him, a worried expression on his face, "What's going on, Shishido-nii?"

"Oh my God, Ryouta," Ryou bit his lip. He hugged his nephew tightly and said quietly on the little boy's ear, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry… I have to go now… I'm so sorry,"

Ryouta kept silence. He just nodded his head, not saying anything. The boy must be really sad... Ryou hated himself now, really really hated himself now. He kissed his nephew's cheek lovingly, "I'm so sorry, Ryouta. I'm so sorry. But I'll pick you up, at 10 when the school time is over then we can have lunch together, okay?"

Ryouta just nodded again and Ryou felt a really pain feeling aching badly in his chest, seeing his nephew like that. It'll be a lot better for him if Ryouta just cried or shook his head. His nephew was only six but yet he can be that understandable… Shishido didn't like that fact even a bit. Children were supposed to be childish. But yet, there's nothing he can do about it… but at least, he must asked someone to watching over his Ryouta so nobody will stepped on the little boy in the middle of that crowd. He once again picked up Ryouta to him arm and brought him to the corner. The teachers over there were all surprised by his visit –they thought Ryouta was sick or something, but Ryou assured them that the boy was alright. He stepped to Ohtori-sensei, who was watching them with a confused face and he explained quickly, "Oh my God, something come up and I must go now, please watch over my nephew for me? Please?" The wavy-haired sensei seemed still confused at first but then he was smiling, "Okay," He held Ryouta, who was still so quiet, in his arm. Ryou gave Ryoutarou a quick apologizing peck before departed away.

The boy's eyes started to water but he brought his hand to his face and pressed it hard on his closed eyes, so the tears won't rolling down to his cheek. Ohtori stared at the boy, felt a huge sympathize knocked his heart by seeing the little boy. The boy suddenly felt so tiny in his arm. He whispered to Ryoutarou, "Ryoutarou, what else do you like to do besides playing piano?"

Ryoutarou blinked and answered weakly, "Reading a story book… Playing with Jazz and Rock… they're my uncle's dogs… Then with Blues and Pinky… the rabbits of mine,"

"You have rabbits?" Ohtori chuckled, "I bet they're so cute!"

"They are," Ryoutarou nodded, but still looked sad. Ohtori hummed, thought of something to cheer up the little boy.

"Ah… Have you tried playing dough?" Ohtori-sensei smiled.

Ryoutarou blinked once again, this time with a curiosity sparkling in his eyes, "What's that?"

"That's a secret, actually," Ohtori whispered, made a mysterious look on his face, "I'll show it to the others later but sensei will give you a privilege to see it first! Isn't that awesome?"

Ryouta seemed interested in this –he nodded eagerly and Ohtori smiled, "Okay then, off we go!"

Ryouta finally smiled again. He snuggled to the tall man as Ohtori walked to the playing room.

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In the same time, a certain spiky-haired man was driving his black SUV like crazy. He phoned his secretary already, ordered the young woman to prepare his laptop and brought them to the meeting room so he can directly go there after he arrived on the office. There was also a message from Oshitari, telling him that he ordered all the executives two boxes of most expensive sushi and they was enjoying them now –with an additional note from Atobe that if he can't pursued the Korean that their plan was awesome and worth try, he'll take the bill from Shishido's pay check.

"He's so rich already, why he's being so cheap??" Ryou screamed on his cell phone. Oshitari answered his protest with a huff and Ryou ended the call. The car ran smoothly on the road before entered a large building that was where Ryou was working now as the head of Product Design Department. He welcomed by the pale Oshitari on the front door.

Oshitari said quickly while walking beside Shishido towards the elevator, "I don't know if they have already finished all the sushi or not,"

"Whatever," Ryou pushed the 'up' button and the empty elevator opened its door immediately. He and Oshitari walked in. The Kansai guy's touch on the button that got number 5 printed on it made the elevator moved upstairs. Ryou sighed, "I lost Ryouta's first school day,"

"You can always visit him in the next chance," Oshitari grunted, "There's no other chance for this one. Made this good and quick and do all your best so you can go home quickly and being together with your nephew again,"

Ryou blinked at his friend, "That's actually true,"

"That's it,"

Ryou sighed once again. As the elevator's door open, a grin appeared on his lips, "I'll make all of them begging for buying me a ton of Otoro,"

Oshitari glanced to his friend and a smirk appeared on his lips –the Shishido Ryou he knew, that never failed in any projects that he designed, not just because the good concept but his power at pursues and presents them to the investors. They both walked to the meeting room. Ryou stopped in front of the door to inhale. He remembered his parents, his big brother, and then his Ryoutarou. Their images in his mind were like a successful mantra for him, making him calm and collected all the time. He let his fingers met the cold felt of the metal door knob and he opened the door.

"Okay, show time,"

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Okay, so… how is it? Tell me if it's any good but also tell me if you felt there's something weird on the fic. I hope I can finish the second chapter in near times so you won't have to wait long.

Reviews are a must and always welcomed happily XDDD