A/N: Hi one and all, and welcome to my 2nd fanfic. YAY!

Anyway, this is nothing like my first story. All characters are of the same gender but tennis is no longer the main focus of their amazing skills. You may have guessed what they are good at by reading the title, and if you haven't guessed yet... it's farming... yes... think, Harvest Moon (which is a game I love playing!) but with the PoT characters. It's an Island of Happiness and Fun all the way!

As you read you well see a lot of characters going Out Of Character (OOC) but you'll discover why, e.g., you'll understand Sakuno's OOC manner in chapter one, and really, can you blame her?! I will also be sticking to all the original characters. There will be no girls' team, no long last brothers/sisters/cousins/step brothers/step sisters/and people twice removed! Unless it's Ryoga!

I wrote this on a whim but I intend to continue along side Shyness in the Boy. I will be going back and forth in the story adding bits of detail because it's that undeveloped in my head, and whatever else I feel to add.

So, let's see if it's any good!

Disclaimer: If Prince of Tennis belonged to me and not Takeshi Konomi it would clearly be called the Prince of Farming!

Chapter One

On this humble summer's morning, on the cold and wintry side of Tokyo, lived a humble farmer and his meek wife who loved each other very, very much. When they exchanged their humble marital vows before the entire Kingdom and Village, nothing but bliss descend on the peaceful Kingdom of Seishun. And since then all their days have been filled to the brim with love, hugs and sugary goodness.

But not all was to remain well with the peaceful village and Kingdom of Seishun. When the sun rose early that day our humble farmer, Ryoma Echizen, rolled over to see his beautiful wife, Sakuno Ryuzaki. Sakuno watched Ryoma while he slept. When he faced her, her amazing smile greeted his cute-little sleeping face.

"Morning Ryoma-honey." She whispered and edged closer to him hoping for a morning kiss.

Ryoma blinked the sleep from his eyes and stared at his beautiful wife.

"Who the hell are you!" He groaned.

Sakuno jumped up and yelled. "Not this again! I'm your wife Ryo-chan!"

Ryoma rolled over and covered the blanket over his head. "I don't remember marrying you. Could you get out of my bed."

Sakuno threw the covers off the two of them and grabbed his left hand. "Look Ryo-chan, this is your wedding ring. You've worn it for five years!" She told him earnestly.

Ryoma face twisted as he stared at the slim gold ring adorning his small left hand… How could this be true? He sat up. He didn't remember ever getting married? But why else would he be wearing a ring? Why else would he agree to be in bed with this girl?

"You mean we got married when we were seven?" He said, a little disgusted with the whole concept.

"You're so mean Ryo-chan." She sobbed lightly. "You always torment me with your lack of interest. Do I have to keep reminding you everyday that we've being happily married for many sugary-coated years?"

Ryoma didn't bother look at her. He wanted to fall back on the messy bed and go back to sleep. It was too early for him.

"Well," Sakuno crossed her arms. "a woman doesn't marry a boy for five years and not know hold to deal with him. I'll make your breakfast. GO WASH YOUR FACE!"

She pushed him off the bed and he fell to the floor with an almighty thud. Sakuno skipped out the room leaving her confused husband wondering what happened… Did he go to Mo's last night, get drunk off his face and possibly forget the very meaning and purpose of his life? He rubbed his hand through his dark green hair and scrambled to his feet. No, he remembered what he was doing last night. He was at home… but doing what? Maybe he was at his parent's house with his cousin… but the images were so vague… Oh forget it. For now, if things were as Sakuno said they were, he'd listen to his so-called-not-so-meek-and-humble-wife and go wash his face.

Once in the bathroom Ryoma looked at his face in the nicely cut mirror. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. He drew off his pyjama top and looked at his muscles. At least they were there. He tested his flesh. How did he get so muscular? Was he a sports player? Maybe. He did feel an essence of sporting ability travelling though his veins.

"No… that can't be right." He thought to himself. "I'm definitely not a farmer… or married."

"What was that sweetie!" His ever-mindful wife questioned as she passed the bathroom.

"I said-"

"If you say it again, I'm going to get mad." She said sweetly but the threat was very much alive in her words. "Hurry up and come to the kitchen, I've made your favourite Ryo-chan."

Ryoma spun the hot tap and laved up his hands with soap and washed his face. He hoped - Ryoma hoped with every cell on his skin that once the soapsuds washed off his face, someone else would be staring back at him, and if not that, then some clarity would come to him. Nothing happened except his own sweet, shiny face staring back at him. When he blinked, his reflection blinked. When he sighed, the mirror image sighed back… Everything remained the same… hmm. He put on his tunic and a part of white and red shorts.

Ryoma dragged himself out of his cute bathroom, down his cute corridor, through his cute living room, pass the cute dinning room to enter the cute and steamy kitchen. Sakuno had her back to Ryoma once he entered. She prepared breakfast like she said she would.

"Sit, sit. I'll give it to you in just a minute."

He didn't feel too encouraged when he saw thick, black smoke ascend from in front of her… really, what did he expect. Anyhow, he made his way to the tabletop and waited to get his food. He glanced around. His cute kitchen, apparently, was a nice shade of brown, a warm shade of brown. Fresh fruits and vegetables stuck out of the cupboards and the fridge. In a box beside his so-called wife was the left over bits from the vegetables that she would throw out. Ryoma's strength was sinking quickly until his large brown eyes saw three gold trophies in the dining room display unit. A hope lit in his soul and he sat up and asked his so-called wife where those trophies came from, hoping she would say he was a sports sensation, because it felt so right!

Sakuno glanced over her shoulder at the trophies and frowned. "Oh, you don't remember that either? It's a good thing you're married, you'd forget your own name if Takeshi Konomi-sama didn't make you the protagonist."

Ryoma blinked twice. "What?"

"I'm surprised you don't remember. While I was here keeping the house nice and clean for you, you decided on your own that it was a good idea to leave your newly-wedded wife in the cold regions of Tokyo to enter some silly farming competitions in a strange place." She placed her index finger to her cheek and stared up as she tried to remember. "A-Merry-Car… Oh, I really don't have the strength to remember, but you went there for three whole years Ryo-chan. I had a kitten you know! I was so mad with you that I was beside myself. And then, you came back to me with those three things and you said you were titled the Prince of Farming and that made me instantly forgive you for your stupid, uncaring nature." She turned back to her cooking a little happier.

Ryoma's frown could have hit the floor. "I'm a prince?"

Sakuno chuckled. "Oh, you're not just any prince, you're the Prince of Farming and that makes me very happy Ryo-chan. How else could I put up with all your forgetfulness. It makes me happy to endlessly tell you the same story over and over again."

Yikes! Ryoma was sorry he asked. Soon enough Sakuno placed his favourite dish before him with a cup of fresh, cold milk and a napkin. She put all her love into making his breakfast and so sat in front of him wanting to watch him eat his food with delight like they used to do when they first got married. Ryoma peered down and could have heaved at what he saw. Why was it black? He looked up at her slowly and kindly asked what it was.

"Why, it's you're favourite Ryo-chan!" She smiled that sweet smile of hers.

"This is not my favourite food."

Sakuno looked down at it and laughed shyly. "Well, it is a little burnt, but I still want you to eat it. Please, Ryo-chan. If you eat it you can tell me what I did wrong, can't you? For me?" She fluttered her eyelids slowly.

Ryoma's gaze slide to the left. "I don't have to eat it to know it might kill me…" He grumbled.

"What was that?"

"I said, I'll eat all of it because it thrills me."

She handed him his chopsticks. "You humbly receive this meal." She said for him, because they were husband and wife; two had become one.

Ryoma's shaken hand took the chopsticks and poked at his food.

"So-erm, do you think you could tell me who I am?" He asked, anything to keep that food from going anywhere near his mouth.

"Of course, you're Ryoma Echizen, my beloved husband who I'd been chasing for so long. Your lack of interest meant I was chasing you for a whole year before I was able to finally corner you. Since you came back from… erm… A Leery Spa-"

"You mean, America?" He corrected her.

She giggled. "I was close. Anyway, since you came back from that other distance, country you continued farming and decided that you would enter the National Farming competition in Japan. I was so proud of you that I asked the King Of Seishun to give us a large piece of land so we could enter the competition together."

Sakuno jumped off the stool to throw the curtains open to show Ryoma the fruits of his labour. To his bafflement there where hundreds of fruit trees and crops as far as his big ol' eyes could see. He turned away and took a mouthful of his food. Tasted good.

"Isn't it marvellous Ryoma-honey. Whenever I look at this I'm able to forget all your boyish flaws. How is the food?"

He picked a twig from between his tooth. "Mada mada dane."

Sakuno dusted down her frilly pink apron and adjusted her frilly blue dress. "Say that all you like, you've still eaten most of it." Sakuno leant over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

As she turned her long ponytails whipped him in the side of his head. Of everything that he had forgotten, somehow that part of his life he remembered clearly. Once she walked away he wiped his cheek. There was something about that peck on the cheek that was familiar to him too.

"Oh, I forgot to feed the baby." Sakuno gasped and went for the top cupboard.

Ryoma gasped too and his food went down the wrong pipe. He choked loudly and washed it down with the milk. He slammed the glass down, wiped his teary eyes and turned to his so-called wife. "When did this happen!"

Sakuno turned to him quickly, releasing the cupboard door handle. "Don't tell me you've even forgotten your son!"

Ryoma nearly feel off his chair. "I don't even know where babies come from and now you're telling me we have a child. I refuse to believe this is true!"

Ryoma saw Sakuno's teary face. Maybe he had gone too far. She burst into tears. "How could you deny your gorgeous son. I won't forgive you!" She stormed out the room and tripped down the steps as she left the house. Ryoma didn't know what do to. Should he follow her? Maybe he should follow her? Yeah, he decided he'd go after her and try apologising… but he didn't really care. He continued to sip on his milk and nibble at his meal. If she really were his wife, she'd come back.

No sooner had Ryoma thought that thought did Sakuno burst into the house with their bundle-of-joy in her arms. Ryoma ignored her, but it did cross his mind that she just brought their so-called-son from outside. Sakuno marched right up to her husband and presented their son to him.

"Look at him, look at the son you chose to deny. He's a horrible daddy isn't he Ka-chan."

Ryoma gulped, feeling uneasy right down to the pit of his stomach and his heart. He pulled back the blue blanket to find the face of this boy but only saw a small black nose and whiskers. He pulled it back further to find a brown face, brown paws and a creamy, furry body.

Ryoma flicked an unimpressed look up to his so-called wife. "This is Karupin."

Karupin jumped out of Sakuno's arms and into Ryoma's lap and purred with pure delight.

"See, how can you deny that face Ryo-chan?" Sakuno continued.

She held her hands to the side of her cheek and wiggled left and right at the sight of Ryoma and Karupin sitting together. Ryoma stroked Karupin's ears. "Next time don't substitute 'pet cat' for 'baby boy'. There's a huge difference you know."

Sakuno brushed it off and took up Ryoma's empty plate and put it in the sink. "I did say I had a kitten didn't I..." She signed and changed the subject, blushing in the process. "We hardly spend any quality, adult time together. Sometimes I wish we really did have a baby…"

Sakuno turned to face Ryoma only to find he had fled the scene. She hit her hands down on her hips. "Really, that boy. I should send him back to his mother's place." She glanced out the window to find Ryoma was lying in the fields, not lifting a finger to water his plants.

After Sakuno washed the dishes, swept the floor, cleaned out the kitty-litter tray, polished the table, dusted the curtains, prepared lunch and cookies, washed the clothes by hand, washed the windows, made the bed, cleaned the sink and wiped the mirror, she stepped out the house to give her husband a hand with the crops. Where she left Ryoma lying on the grass, looking up at the clouds two hours ago, that's where she found him. She shook her head and told herself over and over and over again that she loved him.

She really did!

Sakuno bend down and rocked Ryoma awake. He eased open one eye and caught sight of her.

"Who are you again." He yawned.

Sakuno's eyebrow twitched but she smiled all the same. She handed him a hose and ordered him to water all 300 apple, orange and chestnut trees, 100 lemon and lime trees, 50 water melon plants, pumpkins, egg plants and kiwis, 500 corns, tomatoes and onions, 3000 carrots and potatoes, the 25 lavender bushes and wheat fields. She wanted the grass cut, the weeds pulled and she also wanted the winter crops to be planted for when the real winter weather settle over Tokyo. And she didn't even tell him about tending to the animals.

"Aren't you going to help me, Sakuno?"

She giggled and took to her feet. "How can a hopeless girl like me even think to help you, The Prince of Farming? I'd do nothing but slow you down Ryo-chan. Plus I just remembered that today is the day I go visit the King's advisor. You wouldn't believe how much we have in common. And look, I even baked some cookies for us to eat." She started down the garden path. "Bye Ryo-sweetie-chan! If I'm not back in six hours, assume the worse. After all poor Tomo-chan and An-chan befell a nasty misfortunate two months ago while foolishly assuming they were invited to the King's chambers. Well maybe if they were married to the Prince of Farming they would have gotten one… they must be so lonely. Tee hee! But I have a feeling I'll be okay! See you soon Ryo-chan!" She waved to her beloved husband and left him dangling a dripping hose in his hand as he scanned over his so-called-crops and orchards.

Karupin trotted over to Ryoma and meowed questionably. Being the owner of this precocious feline, Ryoma slowly began to understand Karupin's way of communicating. Ryoma glanced down and gave Karupin an answer.

"Sod this." He said once Sakuno was out of sight. "I'm going to Mo's. If you want Karupin, you can water the crops for me."

"What-Meow!"

And with that sweeping decision, our humble farmer made his way to his best friend's pub with a desire to find out what could have happened to his memory.

…tbc…

A/N2: Well that was fun. What's really going on? Chapter two: Ryoma goes to his humble friend Mo's place to clear things up.

Thanks for reading, more to come! (^_^)/

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