Disclaimer:I do not own Prince of Tennis or any other content in this fan fiction. I only own my ideas and plot. If I did, however, own PoT, FujiRyo would definitely happen, whether it was shonen-ai, yaoi, or Ryoma turning into a girl, it wouldn't matter. FujiRyo would one way or another, happen… and Sakuno, Tomo, Horio, and Akutsu would all go die a long and painful death by my friend Nikki slitting their throats in their sleep while feeding them superglue to glue their mouths and throats shut so they'd choke on their own blood and she'd cut off their toes and hang them by their toe nubs over a cauldron of boiling hydrochloric acid… Originally, that death was planned by me, but hey. It is a free country, or so they say. Now, I will stop rambling. XDD
Summary: Well, you must read the story. With every new chapter, I change the summary to a dramatic line from the story that'll make you want to read it. Original summaries never work anymore anyway. XD
Author's Note: First off, I must thank Plush for writing so many FujixRyo fanfics. She is the one who made me not only see FujiRyo in a different light, but convert me into loving every possible outcome of every emotion used in stories. I could never hope of reaching to her level on fanfics since A.) She just epically pawns, B.) She has more experience, especially with FujiRyo, C.) She's hysterical, unlike me, D.) She updates every time she can. I usually stop and forget, and E.) … She's my idol. You never surpass your idols or get onto their level. At least that's how I look at it. Then they wouldn't be your idol anymore, would they? So yeah, and ugh! I'm rambling again! D: So enough of this. Please review. Took me forever to think up of a base and I still don't know. XD So just work with me, kay? Thank you!
- Kacey
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Chapter 1: Crazed Notions
(Started: November 22nd/Finished: November 23rd)
"Ryoma." Ryoma's head snapped up from her resting position on her hand to look at her mother.
"Hai?" responded Ryoma.
"You should finish packing. We'll be heading off soon," replied Rinko. Ryoma groggily turned her head and stood from her seat.
"Hai, okaa-san." And with that, Ryoma trailed up to her room to retrieve the rest of her valuables she wished to bring along with her.
As Ryoma was packing away the rest of her clothes, Ryoga walked past the opened door holding Karupin. Seeing his sister, he stopped and leaned against the doorframe, watching with amusement.
"Doesn't someone seem overly enthused?" asked Ryoga, a smile evident in his voice; Ryoma could tell even with her back turned. She sighed.
"At least I beat someone," replied Ryoma. Ryoga chuckled.
"It's not that bad. I heard at Seishun Academy, they specialize in their tennis clubs." Still packing, Ryoma asked Ryoga questions that seemed as if she was not interested.
"Are they combined?" she asked. Ryoga smirked.
"Nope. There's a girl's tennis team and a boy's. Sucks to be you since you like things more of a challenge. The girl's tennis team is a bit… lagging on the challenge side, if I may say so myself." Ryoma gave a sigh that sounded more like an exhaled laugh.
"Then I suppose I'm not joining. What's the point if there's no real challenge?" Ryoma slowly dropped what she was packing. "Unless…" Ryoma smirked. Ryoga lifted his eyebrows at her, slowly petting Karupin.
"Unless what?" Ryoma turned to face her brother, a smirk wide on her face.
"You once said that I had a boy's chest, didn't you?" Ryoga stared at his sister.
"Hai?" he answered.
"Do I still have it?" inquired Ryoma. Ryoga's face paled.
"No. No, you're not," came Ryoga. Ryoma folded her arms across her chest.
"And why not?" asked Ryoma, smirk still clear on her face.
"Well one, you're a girl. And if I don't know any better, girls can't magically turn into boys. And two, even if you are flat-chested, you still look too feminine. And three… you'll get in trouble and become the biggest liar on the entire planet." Ryoma seemed unfazed by her brother's facts. "Not to mention," started Ryoga as he walked towards his sister. Karupin climbing up to his shoulder as he grabbed a strand of her hair in is fingers. "Your hair flows down to your rib cage. What will people think if they see a boy with this long of hair?" Ryoma just shrugged as if it was nothing and gave a quick answer.
"There are more men out in the world who have longer hair than mine. I mean, even oyaji had longer hair than me." Ryoga shook his head.
"You'll still look like a girl. And if I'm not mistaken, that'll leave some pretty big rumors and you might just be a new victim for the local… persecutor." Ryoma rolled her eyes.
"You could have just said 'bully,' you know." Ryoga smirked.
"Now where's the fun in that? But there's another option. Cut it." Ryoma froze from packing her bags. Her head whipped up to her brother.
"Are you out of you mind?! I can't cut it! Then I'll be trapped as a boy forever, and I really don't want to live a life like that." Ryoga shrugged.
"Your problem, not mine. Though I know I'll get dragged in sometime and it's all going to suck. Dare I say more?"
"Che." Ryoma started to pack again. "No need, but know this. My mind is still set on this 'crazed notion,' in which I know you're dying to call it. You cannot change my decision for wanting this." Ryoga sighed before turning towards the door. When he reached it, he looked over his shoulder, looking completely beaten.
"Shimeta, you win. If you're still locked on not cutting your hair, then fine; you can get a wig. Don't look at me like that. Know it's for the best. (A/N: Alrighty, so I changed it around. Now it's the opposite of it all and I'm happy because I don't feel like a stealer now. XD) Also, talk to okaa-san and otou-sanabout this. You can't forget them and if approved…" Ryoga looked his sister from head to toe. "… You're going to need to get some extra shopping." And with that, Ryoga left the room.
Ryoma closed her suitcase after listening to the words that came out of her brother's mouth. He gave up. 'Well, that's a first,' thought Ryoma. She couldn't help but just smile to herself and skip while holding her suitcase. She laid her suitcase at the end of the stairs and skipped into the kitchen, looking for her dear mother. In her stead, she saw her perverted oyaji. Ryoma rolled her eyes as he was reading the "newspaper." Yeah right! Ryoma laughed at the thought and walked up to the table. Nanjiroh heard his daughter and slowly put the newspaper down. Ryoma found him staring at her strangely.
"Why are you in such a good mood?" Ryoma just shrugged.
"You shall see. Where's okaa-san?" Nanjiroh still looked warily at his daughter.
"Wait a sec… is your PMS moment finally passing?" Nanjiroh asked a little too enthusiastically. Ryoma just rolled her eyes at her father.
"Baka! No, but seriously. Where's okaa-san?" Nanjiroh picked his newspaper back up and pointed in the direction of the dining room.
"Over yonder." Ryoma walked into the dining room to find her mother placing tarps over the tables.
"Okaa-san?" Ryoma asked. Rinko looked up at her daughter and smiled.
"Yes dear?" she asked. Ryoma smiled to her side and laid her hands on the covered table, leaning in so her mother could hear from the other end.
"I have… a proposition." Rinko raised her eyebrows at her daughter. "A 'crazed notion,' if I may say so myself."
Author's Note: Finally! I finished Chapter 1! And you know what? In my documents, it's not even three pages long. The heck? XD But I'm happy I was able to think of something. Sorry that this is so short. I'll try to make the next chapter at least 5 pages worth in here. XDD Now, onto the dictionary:
Hai -Yes
Okaa-san - Mother; mom
Oyaji - Old man
Che - An interjection. Has no true meaning, but is usually used as the word 'shit.' It can have no meaning whatsoever, like the way t was used above.
Shimeta - Fine; I give up; Whatever.
Sumimasen - I'm sorry.
Isn't it wonderful? Kidding. XD So, please tell me what you think and ideas would be greatly appreciated. I await your feedback. ^^;
- Kacey