AN: This was also written for Kish's drabblememe even though it's more of a one shot than a drabble.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis

"This is stupid!" Ryoma huffed out. Tezuka, from his peripheral vision, could see the younger boy glaring at a book of sort.

"Echizen, you shouldn't treat literature as such." He admonishes, a frown outlined on his mouth.

"But it is stupid, Buchou!" Ryoma retorts back, thrusting the book in front of Tezuka's face. Now turning towards the younger boy completely, Tezuka could deduct that the aforementioned "stupid" book was in fact the play "Romeo and Juliet".

"It's a classic," Tezuka says, "it's a renown play everywhere.

Ryoma glares at him and makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat.

"But they die at the end for nothing. Why would you do that?" Tezuka overturns that statement in his head before giving a reply.

"It signifies their eternal love for one another. They would die for each other rather than live without the other."

"That's stupid." Tezuka's frown deepens at that.

"If they loved each other, they should have stayed with each other and lived their lives together." Ryoma explains.

"Their families were rivals. It would have been difficult for them to be with one another." Tezuka rebukes.

"Rivalry doesn't hurt anyone. Those two were rivals, that's good in a relationship." A wrinkle forms on Tezuka's forehead at that, not understanding what the younger one was saying.

"They weren't rivals, their families were."

"Then why did they fall in love?"

"I don't know. They didn't care of the rivalry, they just wanted to be with one another, which they got in death."

"That's stupid."

"No, it's eternal love." No retort was spoken, but Tezuka could see the younger boy was going to say something. Ryoma's eyes focus onto Tezuka's left arm.

"Then what do you call it when one person tries to sacrifice their dream, their tennis, for another person?" Tezuka smiles at that question.

"Everlasting love." Ryoma nods his head in conformation before crawling closer to his buchou. Tezuka still sat on the floor, leaning back onto his bed as the young prodigy wrapped his arms around him and placed a kiss onto his left shoulder that was covered by a lavender shirt.

"Good. It's because we're not stupid."

"Hai, we don't get careless."

"Che, then that means Romeo and Juliet are mada mada dane."

Tezuka couldn't help but agree as he leaned towards Ryoma's lips.

R & R!