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Summary: How can a mere girl put the two together when one was too proud, the other too shy?

Chapter 1: A Day at the Echizen's

"Kana! It's about time you should wake up! Or you will be late for school and on the first day!" Echizen Sakuno's soft voice rang through the Japanese house in Tokyo, well maybe only half of it. Face it, her voice? Maybe it could only be heard in the same room as her, which coincidentally should be the kitchen.

It was a futile effort. Sakuno knew very well how much of power her voice can hold. Pausing in the act of preparing the children's bento, she went upstairs to call her daughter up. Reaching the second level, she turned right and paused by the first door which was wide open.

Her elder son was there, standing in front of a full floor mirror, fixing his school tie onto his neck. The sun had already shined through the window, throwing the neat room with light. Over from where she stood, it strikes Sakuno the billionth time on how much his son looks like her husband. His hair laying the same way as the world famous tennis star, with the same face; pointed chin and a trace of same haughty look that Ryoma always wore. The only thing differs the way he looks is the color of his hair and eyes. Unlike the golden orbs that usually pierce through Sakuno whenever Ryoma look at her, Ryu had the chocolate brown orbs inherited from her.

Ryu had looked up, spotting his mother by the doorway. "Ohayo, Okasan." He politely greeted. Another one thing that Ryu differ from his father was his personality, which fortunately was too, like his mother which also, ahem... attracted more girls from his old school over at America. It was his kind, warm personality that drove the girls crazy over at him. But it is also this personality that often landed him at the mercy of the fan girls; he never had the heart to ask them to leave him along or to reject a crazy fan girl date. He was lucky to have a younger and possibly much stronger sister, who half the time mercilessly told the girls to shut it.

Talking about his sister, he told his mother, "To wake her up, try to shake her by her head instead of shoulder. And if she wouldn't just tickle her feet, she'll wake up in no time. To save time, I suggest the tickling; at this rate, she will land me in trouble for being late for the first day too."

Sakuno nodded, appreciating the useful information her son gave. As expected from twins, who knew each other that well. Oh yes, her first and only pregnancy was twins, a girl and a boy. Ryoma's father was delighted at his grandchildren, so was Rinko. They absolutely praised Sakuno for her good job, which she still vividly remember how much she blushed when Nanjiroh ask how did they do it.

She pushed opened the Japanese style room, which revealed a dark room. Kana had drawn the thick heavyset curtains over her window, an act to avoid the sunlight shining into her room, waking her up. Sakuno carefully stepped into the room, afraid that she might step onto something that might hurt her, or to break one of the many precious things her daughter cherish.

Cherish, this word normally means that people take good care of it, but not Kana. Unlike her twin brother who was neat and tidy, she is the complete opposite. Her books laid scattered, mostly manga, with plenty of different accessories on the floor. It is utterly difficult to believe that they had just moved in the last night at 8 in the evening.

On the queen size bed at the edge of the room which stands close to the close glass door of the balcony, laid a young girl of 12. Her long hair totally messed up and her pajamas rumpled as she shifted in her large bed muttering, "Five more minutes."

Sakuno reached over the window and balcony and pulled apart the curtains. Bright sunlight immediately hit the fluttering eyelid of Kana's. Instantly, she shed her eyes with her forearms, turning over to the other side to avoid the sun rays. Sakuno followed her son's advice and took Kana's head and shook it lightly, side by side.

Kana hated that, she immediately sits up, all sleepiness erased. "Ryu put you up to this?" she said angrily. She jumped of the bed and expertly marveled about her room, avoiding all the scattered objects about it. She went into her own bathroom and started to squeeze some toothpaste onto her brush and started her morning routine.

Her eyes glancing over to a small alarm clock that she unpacked last night, it widened as she took in the time. Her mouth bubbled as she wailed, well, bubbled wail. Sakuno couldn't help but laughed how her daughter hurried brushed her teeth at top speed and gather her school stuff. Her original purpose of her job done, she went back to the kitchen.

Over there, her husband had already woken up, but barely. Her son was beside him, wearing a triumph look on his face, Sakuno had a very good idea what had cause the sudden early rise for the sleeping tennis prince. Ryoma, his hair rumpled untidy just like his daughter, yawn, stretching his back as he flopped down to the nearest chair. Sakuno smiled as she went to prepare a cup of hot coffee for him, she set down the portion for his breakfast, his favorite Japanese style.

Kana had entered the kitchen, her long greenish black hair carelessly combed and her uniform wore, also carelessly. Sakuno shook her head as she took in the half tucked in shirt and loosely tied tie. Kana threw her school bag down unceremoniously by her chair which when Ryu peeked into, just as messy as the owner. He signed as he saw the new term books got folded by a corner, so unlike his own. Kana had merely reached for the necessary and dumped them in.

Just as Ryu resembled his father, Kana too look a lot like her father. They are twins after all. Although she had the same pointed chin of Ryoma's and Ryu's, her face was fuller like her mother's, appropriate for a girl. Her eyes too, more rounded just like her mother's then the sharp shape suitable for guys. A mixture of both her parent's genes gave a beautiful face, which earns just as much fans boys compared to her brother's fan club.

Her personality was also a mixture. The untidiness, laziness, and sometimes, the cold attitude, Sakuno wondered why she inherited all the bad things from her husband. It's not as though Ryoma had no good point about him. She looked over at the eating figure at her left, who nodded in approval of her excellent cooking skills. Um, maybe he doesn't have much of good points to inherit. And how in the world did she fall in love with him?

Kana had finished her glass of milk and half of what's in her plate. Her golden orbs looked carefully at her mother who was intensely gazing upon her husband. Sakuno jumped when Kana suddenly called her.

"Okasan? Why are you looking so intently on Otoesan?" Kana pointed out.

Sakuno slightly blushed. Oh yes, her habit of blushing had never been kicked off, thinking fast she said, "Because there is a rice on the right side of his face."

It had been lucky that Ryoma did have rice sticking on his right cheek, he took it off and pop into his mouth, "Thanks."

Sakuno internally signed, it had not been easy to raise Kana up. She had a sharp mind and unfortunately the same sharp eyes of her father's. Which could pick up things very fast, and it is another thing that she is very sensitive over at romance details which her father often lacks.

Kana smirked, the trade like Ryoma's smirk, "I don't think so."

Sakuno gulped wondering what she might say later.

"I think, you are thinking…" Kana continued, allowing silence to prolong, deciding against to bully her mother and also so early in the morning, she whispered the rest into her ear, "your young love days with Dad."

Sakuno blushed so hard that the two guys within the household looked questioningly over at Kana, who had laughed hysterically at her as usual right answer. Ryoma shrugged and brought his plate over to the basin to clean it up, but paused. Over there, laid the children already prepared bentos. Picking one, he removed the cover and took one of the rice balls and pops it into his mouth.

"OYAJI!!!!!!!!!" Kana practically screeched when she spotted Ryoma taking off the lid of her light purple bento box and ate one of her favorite rice balls. Chaos had started about the Echizen household.

Ten minutes later, Ryoma sat dejectedly on the front seat of his Ferrari with his children at the back seat. Kana who was pissed off, huffing, arms folded as she stared determinedly outside while Ryu look bored sat on the left. Sakuno had ordered him to take them to school, an apology for eating Kana's rice ball. It wasn't his fault. Okay, it had been his. But he was still hungry, and it didn't help when Sakuno had such professional cooking skill.

Finally, he stopped by the familiar school gate which he had last seen for so many years. Things had changed, including the uniforms and the color of the building, but maybe, just maybe the tennis courts might remain the same as ever. He was about to bid the children goodbye when he heard the slam of the door on the left. Kana had marched off, her long hair dancing wildly behind her. Ryu had gone too, just right behind her. He had glanced back over at their father, grinning apologetically as Kana dragged him along to the direction of the office.

With a sign, he marveled the car off, returning back to the resident of Echizen's. Which is no longer quiet for it was filled with the old regulars. Shouts and laughter rang as Ryoma had a very good idea of who had visited. And true enough, when he returned to the living room, saying a 'Tadaima' that no one could hear, he was immediately glomped by a red haired guy.

Ryoma choked, 'will Eiji ever get out of this unhealthy and dangerous habit? ' He was nearly choked to death twice before and wasn't eager for the third time. Luckily, Momo-sempai manages to pull him off before it could happen.

"Why you decided to return to Japan?" Eiji asked excitedly, bouncing up and down at his seat.

"I had Kana and Ryu to study over at Seishun," Ryoma replied coldly, as a smiling Sakuno passed him a glass of grape ponta. There are mutters of good choice and cheers. Over the noise, Momo had shouted, "Who knows? Maybe his son might find someone that changes his fate over, just like him." Finishing it, he gave Ryoma a meaningful look which he instantly regretted when a tennis ball flew to his face.

The room rang with laughter and the morning went on, wearing poor Ryoma out.

When the regulars finally went off, Ryoma was glad. He pulled Sakuno close, since the rush of moving back to Japan, he had hardly a chance to remain with his wife alone. He put his face by the crook of her neck and snuggled deeper. And just like that, he fell asleep, his arms about Sakuno, possessively.

Sakuno stroked the hair of Ryoma's her mind, went back what she had been thinking in the afternoon, how she ended up with him. It all revolved about a girl call Kana, which they had named their daughter after her. After all, it was because of the girl than they could be together.

It was so long ago, when they are third year at Seishun , when she was 15. Also that was when Ryoma had returned from America. This girl had popped out of nowhere, somehow rather confusedly too. And she seemed to know her quite well and also some of the othes. Come to think of that, she looks somehow quite like her daughter Kana too.

Could it be?

Oh yeah! Finished! It was a sudden aspiration, and this is it! :D haha. Reviews!!!!!

Oh yeah, I might not be able to update soon. Sorry for those who are going to be eager for the next chapter.