A/N: Since I've got nothing to do, and I still haven't thought of what to write next, I'm editing the whole fic. And my Disclaimer will be written in this chapter only, since, sometimes, I'm in a hurry and I often forget about writing the Disclaimer. :))

Just telling, people. X3

Keep reading~

Summary: Echizen Ryoma, the cocky brat, was now gone. All of her memories were shattered, all of them are gone. Now, she's back in Japan, with a new personality, in hope that she'll regain her memories again. How could her senpai-tachi help her? Oh yeah, and she's a she. FemRyo

Pairing: Could range in a friendship pairing of AtoRyo and FujiRyo. I'm still not sure if this will make a good romance.

Rating: T. but nothing vulgar. I will lower the rate if people will say so.

Warnings: Sibling complex, and Atobe-bashing some of the times. :))

Disclaimer: I own nothing, just this fic. Some of the lines are adapted, too. Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi and I'm not intending to steal his work. :)

Forgotten Memories

Prologue

I ran and passed through the crowd in Japan International Airport. It's her arrival today, and I was damn late! I missed her so much! True, I always get her calls saying, "I miss you so much!" and "I hope I can move there already.", but I haven't seen her in a year for we had to move here in Japan first to prepare all the things we'd need, and she had to stay in America to finish her senior year in Junior High, her last medical check-ups, and of course, to finish her tournaments and beat her ugly opponents.

She's the most beautiful for me.

Damn these hormones. I can't believe I'm getting perverted over her.

After several looks in different directions, I finally saw her. Long emerald locks: check. Golden eyes: check. Porcelain-like skin complexion: check.

She's finally here!

Eh... Of course she's already here; I was the late one here.

She had her hair down with a light green headband to secure the strands in place. She wore a light green dress that reached above her knees topped with white sweatshirt, and paired with white low-heeled sandals.

Wait. No, I'm not a gay. I'm just used to her fashion; simple yet elegant.

So she's light green today, huh? I chuckled.

From afar, I could see a small pout of irritation adorning her face. I found it cute, especially when she does that while carrying her cat, like what she's doing right now.

I discreetly made my way behind her, careful not to be seen. I poked her sides which made her yelp. As she turned around, I expected an angry pout, and I was right. I also expected her pout to be replaced by a huge smile. Right again.

Ugh, spoiler.

"Aniki!" she cried, then proceeding to cling on my neck. This was when we are being stared at.

Oh, like I care. I can't help but to miss her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist. People would think that this was a complete pedophilia, considering that I am six years older than her. "I missed you," I buried my head on her neck, feeling the vibrations when she giggled.

I missed that.

As I felt my arms loosening around her, I brushed my lips against her cheek as a 'welcome back' kiss. She giggled again, returning the kiss.

"I missed you so much!" she exclaimed, and I felt glad. Yes, she did say that in her calls and letters, but it was still different when she said it in person. Something behind me caught her attention, and she beamed.

"Otousan!" she disentangled herself from me and bounced toward an old man in monk's robe. And like what she did to me, she clung on his neck.

Such a child.

I stared at the paternal picture they were making, and I almost smiled, had I not noticed the old man staring at me with his eyes narrowed and with a malice-filled smirk gracing his lips.

"Jealous?" he's at it again.

"Che."

He burst out laughing, and she laughed with him rather softly.

"Ryoga-kuuunn!" I heard another mocking exclaim in a girly voice and my eyebrow twitched.I tilted my head slightly to the right, facing the idiot Kevin Smith with an idiotic smirk plastered in his face. He approached me, shoving their luggage in my arms. "Be a gentleman and carry that," he said, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Sure," I said rather casually, adjusting the extra weight. "I know you're not one."

He scowled.

"Kev, how's the check-up?" I asked, already knowing that he'd say, 'It went well'. It was always his reply.

"It went well." See?

"Aniki!" she suddenly darted toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck for the second time. She just loved to do that. "I've got to tell you something!" she grinned happily.

"What is it?" I was getting curious so I asked, holding her around the waist so that the two of us won't fall or something.

"I won all of my matches!" she sounded ecstatic, and I couldn't help but to laugh.

"You say that as though that was the first."

She pouted at me but I paid no heed with it. We all made our way toward the exit and to the garage where we parked our rented car. I noticed that she held my arm as we walked.

I smiled. She really did miss me.

We settled ourselves inside the car, the old man and Kevin at the front while the two of us sat at the back. As soon as we were comfortable, she was out like light.

That smile was immediately wiped off my lips as I studied her frail figure.

If that didn't happen, maybe her old self was still present.

Sure, she still loved tennis, but unlike in the past, the sport was merely a hobby for her instead of passion. She still says, 'Mada mada dane', but not like how she said it in the past, with that annoying smirk and fully-confident ego; she says it with a soft chuckle, instead.

Many things changed.

Not that I don't like who she is today; I just kinda... missed HER.

I felt that she still feels empty, with new personality that she didn't even have in the past. I felt her longing to gain them back. Her memories.

And thinking about it made me feel guilty, for it was my entire fault why—

"Even in your day dreams, you still blame yourself," Oyaji stated, gazing at me through the rearview mirror. Kevin did that as well, smirking that idiotic smirk of his. "Mada mada dana, Ryoga," he started, and I felt a preach about to come. "I know you too well. But I know that pint chibi over there too. Even if she didn't lose them, she'd never blame you; she would even kick the butt of that... whore. You two were both dragged into it, so don't think that it was your fault."

I can't help but to nod. My father can be unpredictable sometimes.

"I think you're right, Oyaji. Ne, Ryoma?"

That's right, if you hadn't noticed earlier, I'm Echizen Ryoga, and the one beside me is my beloved Chibisuke.

Yep, Echizen Ryoma is a girl.

Female, former cross dresser.

Why no cockiness? That's because of what happened two years ago.

The event that was on my fault.

The event that caused all of her memories to be forgotten.

All because of me.

Or so I thought.