Tennis no Ohjisama (The prince of Tennis)
Title: Another Days
By: Imitation L // I don't mind Yaoi. But it'll take me a while to catch up to the fanfic writing style of Tennis no ohjisama. But for now? I'll write what I can with the episodes in my head. Haha. I sure hope this section grows and prospers. // DOES not own Tennis no Ohjisama, I wish I owned Ryoma =P All the stories I write probably will contain spoilers for an episode or two. I never actually say which episode because I don't remember. Sorry!
Ryoma watched his father flick the TV channels, interrupting several major tennis events. He was getting restless; dinner doesn't start in a couple of hours. The decision of going out was made.
"I'm going out!" The capped boy said. Grabbing his tennis racquet and heading for the door.
"Where you going, boy?" The father suddenly took notice. A smirk appeared on his face. "A date perhaps?"
Ryoma smiles back "yes a date." Every time Ryoma goes out, his father would ask. Might as well give him the satisfaction of not knowing.
"Ryoma-kun! It's raining outside!" His father mocked, putting stress on the world –kun.
"Daijoubu!" Ryoma replied, where he was going; an umbrella didn't seem necessary. Ryoma wasn't necessarily going anywhere. Just disappearing for the house seemed enough for him. Reminded that he brought his tennis racquet along with him, he decided to head to the near by courts for a quick practice.
The rain drizzled; it was coming down heavily. Ryoma's jacket and hat protected him from the water. Bringing a beautiful day like that to it's knees, depressing the world. He grabbed a tennis ball from his pocket, dribbled against the wet pavement. Insignificant thoughts were brought to mind. Ryoma seemed like a boy who didn't have many emotions or words to say. But deep down inside, he had much to share with the world, but it all was shown through his playing style, and his love for tennis.
The ball was now wet, somewhat dirty too. He stopped at his tracks, the ball had little markings on it, hard to see, but still very visual. It was he, a cute drawing of himself with his tongue stuck out laid on the ball. Bringing him to the thought of Sakuno. The girl at school, this must be her ball then.
He continued to walk to the courts. The rain was coming down heavily, even Ryoma could feel the heavy water hitting against his shoulders. He decided to take a little jog towards the courts. Where there were roofs over it, for rainy days such as today.
In no time, the courts were in sight. A figure appeared to be practicing tennis, the rain covered the shadows, showing only a short girl always running around trying to catch the balls. Ryoma decided to approach.
"Ryoma-kun…" It was Sakuno; her headbands were full of rain and sweat, her skirt dirty and ruffled. She must have been practicing for hours.
"Ryuzaki." Ryoma acknowledged her existence.
"…What are you doing here?" She asked with slight embarrassment. Having Ryoma seeing her in such a state.
"Practicing." Ryoma smiled under his hat.
"Sou ka." Sakuno retired herself to the other half of the courts. She decided not to bother Ryoma anymore.
"Ryuzaki, this must be yours." He held a dirty smudged tennis ball in his hand. With the rain, the drawing seemed even more invisible.
A blushing Sakuno turned around, noticing the ryoma drawing on the ball, she turned to another shade of red, she slowly approached him and took away the beat up tennis ball. Touching his hand slightly, she immediately grabbed her things and ran away in the intense rain.
All Ryoma could do was smirk. The young girl's affection for Ryoma was noticeable, even someone like him could notice it. The only question was, if Ryoma felt the same way for her. Maybe he did..
That's it! Super short, it's my FIRST Prince of Tennis fic, I chose Ryoma x Sakuno because, I keep feeling sorry for Sakuno in the anime =D