Hi! Okay, this fic is mostly about humor, friendship, love and Ryoma and my OC. I'm trying not to make a Mary Sue, so please go easy on me coz this is my first time!
Not recommended at all for RyoSaku lovers.
I absolutely hate Sakuno! She's such a bimbo.
My apologies to all RyoSaku fans, you can send your violent reactions to idon'.
I hope you have fun reading!
Okay, time set; the Seigaku Regulars are having their morning practice, with the cheerleaders, Ryoma's break time.
Ready. Set.
GO!
Chapter one
Ryoma's POV
I looked up at the sky, massaging my sore arm.
Tennis practice had been bloodshed today. I wiped my sweaty forehead with my towel, pausing to take a gulp out of my Ponta.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out of the far side of the court, where the cheerleaders were.
Normally, I wouldn't give a damn when it came to cheerleaders, especially the ones who confessed their undying love for you every time the opportunity comes. (ahum...Cough...Cough...Tomoko...Cough. What?)
But this time, I was interested.
That voice... It sounded just like...
I leaned in my seat, trying to get a better view.
Then I saw her.
This time, I was sure that she was the one I saw.
She was dancing on top of a human pyramid, not even showing the least bit inkling of fear.
Who else would be as crazy as her to try that?
Still, that can't be her. She's in America for all I know.
It's probably just another one of those people....
I shook my head, staring intently at her again.
She looks just like...
Narrator's POV
On the other side of the court, across from where Ryoma sat, was Horio, Kachiro, and Katsuo, all tired from picking up balls.
One of the balls had even landed in the toilet (don't ask me how it got there, it just did) and this time, it was Horio who was unlucky enough to fall into the toilet, and accidentally flush the ball down, ripping a piece of his favorite shirt in the process.
(A/N: I'M EEEVIL!! MWAHAHAHA)
"I'm so tired..." Katsuo collapsed on the ground, groaning.
"Well, you weren't the one who was almost flushed down a toilet, now WERE YOU?!" Horio shouted, exasperated.
He was suffering. He almost died because of a tennis ball.
He smelled like poo- okay enough details.
And here was Katsuo, moaning about being tired.
The dude was crazy.
"Come on, Horio. Calm down," Kachiro said, smoothing down his bowl haircut.
"CALM DOWN?! I WAS ALMOST FLUSHED DOWN TO DEAD TOILET CITY WHERE PEOPLE'S AFTER-PRODUCTS RESIDE AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN??!!"
Horio was hyperventilating.
Kachiro winced. He had just about had enough of Horio's potty mouth.
Okay, that didn't come out right.
"Hey look, isn't that Ryoma?" Katsuo pointed frantically, trying to distract Horio and succeeding completely.
The trio all trained their stares at Ryoma, who was still staring at the cheerleaders.
"Why is…Echizen staring at the cheerleaders?" Horio winced at his phrase.
The words ECHIZEN, and CHEERLEADERS could only be used if the words 'HATES' was in between, unless the Echizen you were talking about was the Echizen monk.
The trio continued to stare at Ryoma who was staring at the girl on top of the human pyramid, who was staring at her fellow cheerleaders, who were staring at… okay, you've lost me.
Ryoma's POV
I continued to stare at the girl.
You might consider this pretty rude, but the hell, who actually cares?
Besides, this staring was all for a different reason.
This girl, she looked just like one of my childhood friends.
The one that I treasure most deeply…
The girl whirled around and I gasped.
She was smiling, just as always, her golden brown eyes laughing at me, triumphant at fooling me into thinking she was never going to visit.
I felt my lips curve up into a smile as I went to greet her.
Narrator's POV
Back to the Trio side of the court…
"Whoa. What is Echizen doing? Why is he heading in the direction of the cheerleaders?! And…OH HELL, HE'S ACTUALLY SMLING!!" Horio shouted at the top of his lungs, but not before Katsuo and Kachiro stuffed their palms in his mouth.
To Echizen's-sorry, Horio lingo got stuck in my throat- Ryoma's side of the court…
Ryoma's POV
I studied her appearance as I walked over to her.
She had gotten even more beautiful, if that was even possible.
Her wavy, black hair used to be longer than her, now it waterfalls a few inched below her shoulders.
Her eyes are, as always, a warm golden brown, laughing, dancing, at me.
Her skin is creamy, her figure delicate and slim.
Nothing much has changed about her, except the fact that…well you know. Puberty.
Okay, cough that's enough.
"SUGOI, RYOMA!! I've been watching you play, you've improved!" Miyuki dashed over to me, flinging her arms around my neck.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling my lips curve up again.
"I thought you weren't going to visit until next year?" I asked, smirking.
Miyuki pouted. She hated it when I smirked which made me just want to smirk more, just to annoy her.
"Dad is coming in a few months, but I couldn't wait anymore, I felt so giddy." Miyuki said, bouncing.
"Yes, I can see that. You haven't changed much since we were eight," I raised an eyebrow at her giddiness.
"I haven't changed? But Ryoma when I was eight I was faaaaaaat," Miyuki moaned.
I started laughing, I couldn't help it.
To think of a fat Miyuki would take years of practice.
"You weren't fat," I chuckled.
"Yeah, I so was! I was like King Kong," Miyuki puffed out her cheeks as if to make a fat point.
I burst out laughing, shaking my head.
"Yeah you kind of were," I agreed, playing along.
Miyuki glared at me, obviously disappointed that her plan to gain some pity was not working.
"Ya know, this is sorta the part where you say I'm not fat at all and I don't need to lay off the chocolates, while you comfort me in my time of need." She glared again.
(A/N: Just to make it clear, Miyuki is not fat.)
"Okay. Miyu, you're not fat at all and you don't need to lay off the chocolates, and I will comfort you in your time of fat- I mean, need. Happy?" I grinned.
Miyuki playfully slapped my hand away, sticking her tongue out at me.
"When did you get here?" I asked, as we settled for a walk along the courts.
I wrapped my arm securely around her waist.
"Just now, Nanjiroh-kun told me to drop of my bags and meet you in your school. Hope you don't mind, I'll be playing around in your house until Dad gets here," Miyuki explained.
"Yeah, it's okay. How long will you be staying?" I asked, waiting for the blow that would decide if I got to spend time with my girl best friend after all.
Miyuki's family, the Suzumi's, tended to visit Japan, their home land, at least twice a year, but the visits had been dwindling, due to Miyuki's grandmother's sickness.
"We'll be staying for 9 months! That means I'll be here for Christmas and New Year!" Miyuki announced.
I grinned.
Miyuki and I would have nine months to be together, after almost four years of separation.
"Did you enroll here yet?" I asked, preventing myself from a sudden urge to start prancing about and singing show tunes.
"Yeah. I was waiting for you to finish practice so I could say hi, but these girls were here and I though, why not?" Miyuki stared of into the distance, a happy smile on her face.
"So you were the maniac I saw dancing on top of a human pyramid?" I teased.
"Yeah, that was me." Miyuki laughed, and as if to prove it, she did 7 cartwheels in a row, flipped in the air and landed gracefully on her feet.
"Have you been training?" I asked her, offering her my hand.
"Yeah, pretty much. Enough about me, how about you? I saw you playing against a scary looking guy with a weird bandanna on his head, and you were really good," Miyuki said, taking my hand.
"Tennis is tennis. Ya run around and hit balls, it's not that hard," I laughed, Miyuki laughed with me.
It's been weeks since I felt this free.
I always feel free when I played tennis, but this was completely a non-tennis related subject, so that was pretty much it.
"When are you going to introduce me to your teammates?" Miyuki elbowed me playfully, ducking as I attempted to elbow her back.
"Oh, just a bit later," I answered.
"No. Now. There are three guys stalking us, behind that bush. And eight guys over there," Miyuki pointed to two different bushes.
I rolled my eyes.
I could hear frantic whispering behind the second bush, several nya's, and I could see an ear sticking out, a leg dangling in the air, and somebody's butt protruding from the bush.
I could only guess who was behind those bushes.
I walked slowly away from them, motioning Miyuki to come with me.
I rounded up, so that we were now behind the people in the bush.
Sure, enough, there was Momo-senpai, Eiji-senpai, Fuji-senpai, Kaidoh-senpai, Inui-senpai, Taka-senpai, and even Tezuka buchou, all tangled up behind the bush.
I snorted, if they thought one puny bush was going to hide eight large teenage boys, then they were mentally retarded.
Momo-senpai's face was squished, flat on the ground, his leg dangling in the air, the other one was being sat on by Eiji who was bouncing up and down, emitting several nya's.
Oishi-senpai was lying flat on the ground with, arms flailing, mouthing the word, "HELP!" every few seconds, his ear had been twisted by a branch and was seen in plain view.
Taka-senpai was saying sorry to anyone who would listen, a huge twig was sticking up from his hair.
Inui-senpai was nowhere to be seen, and Kaidoh-senpai was nervously fssh-ing to himself, scared that the mad scientist would appear behind him, cackling madly and holding a pitcher of Inui's new and "improved" Special Remix Inui juice, or something like that.
Fuji-senpai was the only one smart enough to crawl madly, joining Horio, Kachiro, and Katsuo behind their bush which was less crowded and more decent.
Well I guess I told you enough for you to guess whose person's butt was protruding from the bush.
That image will haunt me forever.
Hope ya liked that! I know, it was more humor than anything, but I'm feeling really silly right now, so I guess that affected my writing. Next chapter will be all about Miyuki's first official day in Seigaku, involving fan girls, bento, rooftops, bimbos, chocolates, and more.
(MIYUKI'S FULL NAME IS MIYUKI MEI SUZUMI, BTW. I'LL GIVE HER FULL INTRO IN THE NEXT CHAPTER)
Sorry, I forgot to clear this out. Miyuki's dad and Ryoma's dad are best friends, that's why Ryoma and Miyuki know each other, and that's also why Miyuki is staying at Ryoma's place.
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