Hey everyone, just a collection of one-shots… they don't have to all be romance, they can be friendship too! Uh, feel free to request a pair… I'll be doing them in order, so don't be disheartened if it takes some time to get to your requested pairing!
Also, make sure to tell me if you want a gender-bend within the pairing!
I'd prefer to keep it at Ryoma x ? But I'm always open to other pairs! NO SMUT WILL BE WRITTEN!
So, on with the first one-shot! (P.S, I'll always keep this as a completed story and will only post once a week)
Warning/s: OOCness
Fem!Ryoma x Tezuka (Pillar pair)
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BEING A WOMAN
"Echizen, 40 laps." Tezuka said, his eye twitching slightly.
"Yadda." The princess of tennis retorted.
"You are late." Tezuka pointed out.
'Yea, 1 minute late!' her mind screamed.
"I was helping a pregnant lady who fell down the stairs!" Ryoma said instead and stood her ground. She was in a foul mood, and the cramps in her stomach did little to help. Running laps would be even more of a horror.
"50 laps." The captain warned, seemingly on his last nerve.
Ryoma still stood there, shuffling her feet.
"60 la-" He was cut off when Ryoma stopped him from speaking, sprinting off like there was no tomorrow, a small contortion of pain written all over her face – at least her cap was hiding it. She ducked her head down even further, speeding up even more just to get the laps over and done with.
12… she counted in her head.
36… she panted slightly, a stab of pain running through her stomach as she almost lurched over.
38… the pain was almost too much to bear. She placed her palm over her abdomen, sweat trickling down her forehead in the scorching heat. She balled her fists and kept running, blood pounding in her ears and every step seemed to rattle every bone in her body.
This was something she'd really have to get used to.
She'd just woke up over the weekend, her sheets stained… and she thought she was dying. When she screamed, Nanjiro raced up the stairs and burst out laughing when he saw her state.
He said something about becoming a woman and little Echizens running around the house in the near future, but Ryoma had been too freaked out to care.
Yes, just two days ago, Echizen Ryoma, at the age of 13, had hit puberty. Yay.
41… she kept counting, awkwardly dodging a stray rock before she landed on her face.
She could feel someone eying her as she ran. But for some reason, it wasn't a piercing stare. It was rather comforting, almost like the person watching her was worried. She mentally snorted, as if.
At 45 laps, her legs felt like jelly. Ryoma frowned, usually she could run 100 more, but of course, she felt more drained than before the moment she'd woken up.
"Echizen…" Ryoma blinked, she was even hallucinating now!
"ECHIZEN!" The call started her and she acted out of instinct.
"WHAT?!" She shrieked back, loud enough for everyone to hear.
The whole court went silent as Kikumaru nudged Oishi next to him.
"Nya, O'chibi is in a bad mood." He whispered not-so-quietly.
"Echizen." Tezuka stated calmly again, "You've already run 70 laps."
"EH?!"
Ryoma's eyes widened… since when did she miscount?
"Echizen. Come with me. I think we need to talk." Tezuka sighed and promptly turned on his heel toward the club room.
Sighing, she dragged her feet after the stoic captain. 'And why did I even begin to like this man?' she asked herself.
Shutting the door behind her, she turned around to find herself face to face with a Ponta.
"Drink. You'll feel better." Tezuka shoved the can into her hands.
Ryoma rolled her eyes, of course she'd feel better… this was Ponta they were talking about! She flicked the tab of the can open and took a long sip, the cool, sweet liquid sliding down her throat, settling her angry stomach slightly.
She almost moaned in relief.
"Next time, tell me." Tezuka took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. And was… that a faint blush on his cheeks?!
"Tell you what?" Ryoma questioned.
"That you… that you…" the hawk eyed boy seemed to be at a loss for words, "you are experiencing girl problems." He finally came up with.
"Oh." She replied, "You don't seem to handling the topic all too well right now."
"You still must tell me. Inui will write up a substitute training regime for you."
"Huh? And what? Let him record when I'm – as you call it – experiencing girl problems? Then figure out the regularity of it, and then make sure he records everything I do in the meantime. Like, when I'm mad or upset? Or if I just happen to eat different or drink more water? Or if I just happen to excuse myself because then pain is unbearable, and Inui will just stand there with a knowing smile on his face? Or what if he brews up a new… juice to make me 'feel' better and it turns out I end up vomiting into the toilets for over an hour? How about if he uses it against me? Or worse yet, tells Fuji everything he writes down? Then there's also the possibility tha – mffph" Ryoma stopped talking and looked at Tezuka with wide eyes.
"Echizen. Stop." His eyes twinkled with humour as he took his hand away from her mouth.
The two sat there, staring at each other for some time before pain shot back through her stomach again. She doubled over and clutched her stomach as she fought away the urge to cry out in pain.
A comforting hand was quickly placed on her back, performing calm ministrations across it.
Ryoma shivered and looked back up at her usually stoic captain.
"T-Tezuka?"
"Ah?" He feigned innocence.
"What are you doing?" She asked. He stopped drawing circular motions on her back, "Don't stop."
"Hn." Tezuka gave a small nod and started again.
"Tezuka?" she said again.
"Ah?" he replied… again.
"Thanks." She hid her blushing face in her hands, curling up into a ball, "I – I like you…" she accidently mumbled.
"Pardon?"
"E-eh? It was nothing." She quickly waved her hands in front of his face, denying having said something.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell me." He told her as the bell went.
He stood up at the same time as Ryoma as she turned to shuffle out of the door.
"I like you too." He whispered when she left, a soft longing in his eyes.
OWARI
"Ne, ne! How did mum and dad get together?" A girl ran around the kitchen table to tug on her father's trousers.
The said two looked at each other as the brown haired father smirked.
"Your mother became a woman." He stated.
"K-Kunimitsu!" she hissed, using his full name in utter embarrassment.
"Ne, ne! Mum, when will I become a woman?!" the little girl asked again.
"A-ah… all in due time." Ryoma muttered.
"Ne, ne – "
Heheh, okay… horrible ending, I know… plus it's a short one-shot. Hopefully my future ones can be a bit longer.
So, pick a pairing I guess, this collection is mostly just to help me get back on track with writing again, get my 'creative' (yea right) mind up and running again. xD
I'll accept any kind of review… flames etc. I can't improve otherwise :P
