Disclaimer: If I owned Prince of Tennis, then Ryoga would be my pet and the entire series would be yaoi. But he isn't mine and the series aren't yaoi, so I don't own any of it.
AUTHORS NOTE: I won't guarantee that this will be updated regulary, but if my head does come up with random – bordering on crack:ish – moments with Ryoga; then it will end up here. XD This is just an experiment, really. First time doing ficlets, but I hope you enjoy it. ;)
Summary: Ficlets centered around Echizen Ryoga. Heavily hinted slash, especially with Kunimitsu/Ryoga.
Ficlet#1: Just so you know...
There was really no good way to say it, might as well blurt it out. Why did he feel so freakin' nervous anyway? Ryoga had the right to do whatever he wanted, it was his life. Anything to do with that said life was simply his own choice. So, why should he care what the response would be? Especially from him? Not only was he the more handsome and older brother; but he was also had a more experienced life, he was more like the elder Echizen in terms of being social, he was sexier, he was funnier, he had more confidence, he was also more mature... Oh, shut up. Like the last one mattered. No. This was the time to bring out his inner courage – and families accepted each other no matter what, right?
It was time to drop the bomb.
"I want to big-a-bang-bang-boom your captain!" Hm. That came out differently than what he meant to say, but do keep in mind that he was under a lot of pressure here. Apparently.
Ryoga fidgeted when he was met with an rather awkward silence.
The youngest Echizen blinked slowly across the tennis court and nodded a moment later just as slowly.
".. Good for you." Ryoma's hand that held the racket twitched. "Can we play now?"
Well, it was the closest thing he would get to a blessing.