My very first fandom/ fanfiction... Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

"Nii-san, where are you going?" 5-year old Ryoma asked.

Ryoga smiles at his younger brother, "I'm traveling the world! See you later Chibisuke."

"Nii-san, don't leave. Nii-san … nii-san! Don't leave me!" Ryoma shouts to the retreating back of his brother tears streaming down his face. He runs after Ryoga who just entered a taxi. "Nii-san! NII-SAN!"

Ryoma jerks up in his bed, head pounding. What was that dream? I had a brother? Ryoma thinks. Guess I should ask that baka Oyaji. Crawling out of bed, Ryoma changes and goes downstairs and calls, "Ohayō Okaa-san, Oyaji, Nanako-san."

"Ohayō Ryoma-kun."

Ryoma strolls to the kitchen and grabs a piece of bread, "Oyaji, did I have a brother?"

"Uh-huh," replies Ryoma's father. "Left when you were 5."

"Why didn't I remember till now?"

"Memory loss?" his father laughs. "Ryoga called you Chibisuke."

Suppressing a menacing growl that almost left his throat, Ryoma grabs his favorite drink, Grape Ponta. Right then, the doorbell rings. Nanako opens the door and says, "Big Ryoma-kun?"

The cheerful stranger smiles brightly and answers, "You know Chibisuke?" Nanako simply nods. The stranger strides through the door as if it were his own home when the Echizen father, Nanjiroh, pokes out his head.

"Hey Ryoga, speak of the devil." Nanjiroh waves. "Ryoma! That big brother of yours just came back."

"Devil? How rude," Ryoga pouts.

While Ryoma finishes his drink, their father shrugs, "We were just talking about you. Ryoma asked since he just remembered about you. Talk about a coincidence."

Ryoma enters the room and is greeted by the familiar hair color he sees every day along with the cheesiest grin he has ever seen. "Hey, Chibisuke!"

Ryoma answers with a cold glare and growls, "Don't call me that."

Ryoga's smile widens. This will be fun. "Chibisuke, Chibisuke, Chibisuke," he sings. Ryoma resists the urge to rip his so-called brother's face off. He's had enough when Ryoga sighs, "Chibisuke was so cute back then, following me everywhere."

Ryoma kicks Ryoga in the shin, grabs his tennis bag, and goes out to practice against a wall to relieve any excess stress, or rather anger.

"Oww," Ryoga whines behind Ryoma's back.

Serves you right, Ryoma thinks.