Hello POT fans! You guys are probally thinking 'who the hell is this writer' and thats alright cause this is my first POT fic, although I have 3 other Beyblade fics. Being my first time writing a Prince of Tennis fic, please don't hurt me if I make a mistake on something! I actually haven't seen any eposodes, but I do have all 9 of the manga that are currently available where I am! Yay! Okay, I wont bore you with my life story anymore, so here's my fic!
Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis...but I do own a Ryoma poster! Tehe I love my Ryoma poster!
Normal POV
She was dressed with every intention to impress. Long black hair let loose for once, and a dress that accented every slender curve of her body. She entered the court with three other late arrivals. It had become her style to be late...she had no sence of direction. Sakuno Ryuzakis was attending her first tennis match in four years. Her wide eyes gazed upon the court, transfixing upon a young boy...a boy about her age. She flipped open a sketchbook and began began to draw, making note of the precious few detail in his face. Ryoma Echizen...her first love...her obsession.
Sakuno's POV
He had gotten taller...and his hands seemed stronger...yet rough at the same time. His hair was the same as usual, but his face had matured...yet his finest feature, that sly cocky look that drove me insane, remained. He hadn't changed much, and I bet talking to him would be the exact same as if we were back in junior high.
His opponent stood no chance against his anslaught of points, and, match after match, he had been defeated. Once it was over I snuck down to where I planned to intercept Ryoma, just as he left the courts. I couldn't help but wonder how predictable life had become for him...
I stood still, sketchbook clutched childishly to my chest as he walked right past me, then stopped. Would he remember? Did he even recognize me?
Ryomo POV
I didn't want to recognize her. My mind had played tricks on me before, forcing my to gaze in to the crowd every so often and listen for her cheer. My body even longed for her touch... a feeling I hadn't had since my junior days.
I took a slight glance backward. It was her. It had been, what? Four years?
"What do you want wobbly hips?" We didn't ove, but I could tell from a simple glance that she had changed dramatically. Her body had filled out...breasts and hips...all perfect curves. Her hair was down and that was how I liked it.
"Nice to see you too..." she mumbled, turning to face me. I ripped my eyes off of her and forced myself to look away out of pride, and lowered my Fila cap slightly. "Oh Ryoma..." she sighed.
I tucked my raquet under my arm and moved to leave. It was all in the past...
"Cya later..." I took a step foreward.
"Wait!" she grabbed my arm, stopping me and sending my raquet to the ground. Silence followed the noise it made when coming in contact with the hard floor. I turned and looked at her, our eyes locking for a moment. Quickly she let go of my arm and averted her gaze to my raquet.
"I'm sorry..." she muttered. Why were we unable to look at each other? I would do anything for this girl, yet, I didn't want anyone to know...a weakness of desire.
"What did you come here for?" I backed away and leant against the wall, covering my eyes with my hair and the shade from my cap again. She clumsily picked up my raquet, while shifting the large book she was holding underneath her own arm. What was that book? Something she had been doing for the past four years? A hobby?
"I need a favor Ryoma...please? Just...here me out..." she starred at her shoes, making her look no older than 15. I sighed.
"Alright, just hurry..." I looked down at my watch, "I have an exam I haven't studied for and it's my turn to cook tonight."
"Oh...umm alright..." How could I have forgotten? Momoshiro had only bugged me all morning. But as much as I hated to admit it, I was glad to see Sakuno again.
"I need you..." Oh god I needed her too! "To...teach me how to play tennis..." Damn...
"Fine."
"What?"
"I said alright..."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
Wait...what had I agreed on? Did I just promise the worst tennis played I had ever seen to teach her how to play? I was screwed! My life was over as I knew it! Perhaps...I was overreacting? YEAH FUCKING RIGHT!
"Thank you Ryoma..." she held out my raquet and smiled as I took it. I sighed again. She had ALOT to work on.
I drove home in silence after my altercation with Sakuno. Normally, I'd have music blaring so the whole fucking world could here...but today was definatly not a normal day. Why, today of all days, had she decided to come see me? Her final words were still stuck in my clouded mind.
"By the way Ryoma, happy birthday!"
Sakuno had been the only on to remember. Ugh, I hated this day.
I slammed the door to my car and made my way up to my dorm room, which really couldn't be called a dorm room, seeing how it was fricken huge! It was more like an oversized apartment. I flipped out the key and unlocked the door. Momoshiro wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, god knows what he was doing and I didn't much care. Closing the soor I threw my bag and keys on the counter, streching and kicking off my shoes, then going to take a shower. After I barely managed to slip on a pair of baggy pants I popped open a prescription bottle, swallowing two pills and a glass of water. I placed the empty cup on the counter and made my way in to the living room, collapsing on the couch.
"Mrow?" Kaplin jumped up and cuddled next to my stomach. I pet his head, then fell in to a deep sleep.
"Hey kid! God-damn kid wake up! God-damn you forgot about the god-damn food again!" Momoshiro shoved me off the couch. God-damn why did he have to say god-damn all the bloody time? My head felt like it was going to split.
"Sorry...geez..." I sat up, rubbing my temple.
"Sorry? This is the fifth time in a god-damn row!"
"Good, then you've come to expect it..."
"God-damn right I have!"
"Then what did you bring for supper?" Silence.
"Umm...nothing?"
"Fool." I stood.
"Hey!"
"Go to bed Momo..." I walked toward my own bedroom, scratching the back of my head.
"Oh, Christina called."
"And?" I stopped.
"She wants you next Friday."
"Hmm..." I continued walking, entering my bedroom.
"Hey!"
"Go to bed Momo!" I shut my door.
"But...I'm hungry..."
Momoshiro's POV
I ate a bag of chips before I went to watch some late-night TV. I wasn't really tired, seeing as how I hadn't done much today. Why was Ryoma skipping out on everything lately? Whenever I came how the kid was either on a date or sleeping already, and I barely saw him during the day... Poor kid was even taking medication for something he wouldn't tell me about. Him and his damn pride. I was just glad he was back playing tennis again...that incedent with his arm nearly destroyed his carrer...and his life. Yet, he seemed to be concentrating more on women after he was healed then when he was healing! Sure, women were good during a healing process...but you have to draw a line...perhaps Ryoma just needed some help drawing that line? Yet, who would do that? I thought he was going overboard with all his dinners and dates when he was healing. Since he was back on the courts, his dating had DOUBLED! God, I had trouble finding just one! Yet Ryoma reeled them in like none of those pritty souls mattered. I sighed. I had to talk to the kid...
Tezuka's POV
It was a long night, but I was happy to be back in Japan.
"So, how was the tournament?" I had my cellphone pressed against my ear, sitting in the back of a limo.
"Not bad, how's Egypt?"
"Hot and dry, but loving every minute of it."
"I bet." I smirked.
"Hey, didn't you have another week before you returned to Japan?"
"Yeah...I decided to suprise her..."
"Wow, whats with the change of heart?"
"Ahh, I don't know. I even bought flowers."
"Wow, you must be sick or something..."
"Inui..."
"Heh, kidding, kidding. Hey, I better go..."
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later."
"Good luck man..."
"Thanks..." I hung up and looked at the expensive bouqet of flowers next to me. Why was I doing this?
We arrived at my house and I siletly got out, taking the flowers and my suitcase with me, and thanking my driver.
"Tezuka-kun?"
"Hey..." I walked up to the black haired beauty standing in the doorway and planted a kiss on her cheek, handing her the bouqet. She buried her nose in the flowers and moved aside to let me in. I placed my suitcase down as she shut the door, then rushed off in to the kitchen.
"You're home early..." she placed the flowers in a vase, placing the crystal vase on the table. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"I missed you..."
"Thank you..." she whispered.
I laid beside her that night, like every other night before...a large gap between us. Our relationship, was a scam. We had been engaged for show, merley something for the media, and to promote my image. Although we both promised to go along with it, there was nothing that said we had to actually love each other. As long as it looked like we did. Loveless perhaps, but I was falling in love, despite her efforts to keep a distance. How did she feel about me? Did she feel akward when we put on our show? I knew I did. I wanted it to be real. How could I attempt to form a relationship when I had no idea as to what she was thinking! I sighed and rolled to the edge of the bed, and starred at the wall until I fell asleep.
Oishi's POV
I woke up ealry as usual and made breakfast for Eiji, my doubles partner and roommate. I didn't have any classes today, so I decided to get some much needed practice. With Sadaharu in Egypt, I was falling behind on my training. I heard Eiji get out of the shower as soon as I finished making breakfast. I placed his plate on the table as soon as he sat down.
"Thanks Shu-chan!" I smiled and watched him gobble it down.
"You're welcome. Hey, don't you have a class with Ryoma today?"
"Yeah...I'm still suprised he got in to the same level classes as I did...smart kid." he finished his food an quickly grabbed his bags.
"Well, say 'hi' for me."
"Sure." he came over beside me, and placed a kiss on my cheek, then rushed out the door, "Bye!"
Eiji's POV
I sat down in the lecture hall just as class started and looked around for Ryoma. The test had been handed out and the proffesor was going through his lecture on how we all needed to pass when he walked in.
"Ah, Mr. Echizen, nice of you to grace us with you presence. Later than usual today, I hope you haven't forgotten about our test today." by the look on Ryoma's face, he had. I snickered as he sat down next to me.
"Eiji!"
"Forgot again? Man, do we have to write everything on your forehead?"
"Haha, very funny..."
"Begin!"
I didn't find the test particularily hard, but it was hilarious to see Ryoma chew his pencil to death and stare at his paper, hoping the awnsers would magically appear on his exam. When the test was finished, I walked with Ryoma down the street. He wouldn't tell me who he was meeting so I figured I'd find out if I tagged along.
"That test was killer..." he swung his bag over his shoulder as we walked past a cafe.
"Nah, easy. I got that one in the bag."
"Yeah, well the prof likes you anyway...he jkust wants to smash my head in with that meter stick of his..." I laughed.
"All the profs hate you...cept that English one...damn she's hot."
"Dude, aren't you gay?"
"No, I'm bi, I like chicks and dudes."
"So, how is Shuichiro? Haven't seen him since Jennifer's 18th..."
"Same old, he says 'hi'... hey, you coming to Christina's party?"
"Yeah..." he kicked a pebble on the road as a group of girls giggled as they watched us wait to cross the road. I waved att hem and one squealed.
"Women..." Ryoma muttered and crossed the street. I followed.
"I'm going this way...I'll see you later." he turned, and left. Man Ryoma, that was predictable...I knew where he was going and he was taking the long way so I wouldn't get suspicious and follow.
"Well I got news for you!" I yelled, shooting my fist in the air, "I'm going to find out what you're up too!" A couple of people stopped and starred at me. I lowered my fist, "Heh...heh...heh." I ran down the street, taking the short way to the courts.
"Insane teenagers of today...just insane..." I heard some old man mutter when I ran past. He was right...Ryoma was acting insane. What was wrong with him?
I snuck up to the tennis courts and hid. It was here that I found my awnser. In fact, Ryoma had given me the awnser a couple minutes ago.
"Uh...hey Ryoma."
"Sakuno, what are you wearing!"
It was women that was his problem! And what was with Sakuno? I didn't know she lived in Tokyo still...I hadn't seen her since junior high.
"Hey Eiji! Get in!"
"Momo?"
"Hurry! Before he sees us!"
So, I got in to Momoshiro's red sports car. What was going on here!
"So, you were worried too?" he looked tired as he spoke.
"Yeah...but what's with the Sakuno bit?" he looked at me like I was stupid, then laughed.
"I forgot! You already moved on to high school when it happened!"
"What happened?"
"Ryoma and Sakuno started dating..."
"No way! I thought they hated each other!"
"Well, things happened. I guess the kid just got caught up in his own world."
"What do you suggest we do?" I asked.
"Get him piss ass drunk..." he smirked.
"That's your solution to everything!" I laughed.
"What's your idea smartass?"
"Get him laid?" I suggested.
"Psht, he has got NO problem in that area."
"Really?"
"Yeah, that kid goes through women like I go through-"
"I don't want to know." We pulled up at a fastfood resteraunt.
"Whatever, want anything? I'm starved...seriously..."
Sakuno's POV
"Sakuno...what are you wearing!" I stood to greet Ryoma.
"Oh, sorry...I just had a meeting and I had no time to change..." he threw his bag on the bench and removed his jacket.
"You wore THAT to a meeting?"
"Uh...well yeah..." What was so bad about it? The white dress came halfway to my knees and the straps barely stayed atop my shoulders. Actually...it was fairly plain. "Everything else was at the drycleaners..."
"What about shorts? Or a skirt!"
"To a meeting?"
"No! To practice!"
"Oh..."
"Whatever..." he grabbed two raquets from his bag, handing me one. "Show me what you've learned."
"Oh...umm..." I grasped the raquet tightly and looked at it. I hadn't learned anything! You think I might have learned at least something.
"Alright...from scratch it it then..." he sighed heavily, putting his raquet away. Then, he walked behind me, and wrapped his arms against mine, using his own knees to bend my unsure ones, showing my body hw to conform to his already perfected stance. I could feel him press his whole body against mine...and quite frankly it felt good. My face began to feel hot, a sure sign that I was blushing.
"Like this..." His warm breath tingled my neck as his hair lightly brushed my ear. It was heaven! We stayed like that for a moment, then I nodded my head briskly a couple times.
((End of Chappy 1! Hope you all liked! And if you're not familliar with my writing, I use an excessive amount of cliffhangers! Tehe sorry! Chappy 2 will be up in no time!))