"Okaa-san! (mom, mother, etc.) Why can't I stay here in America?" Ryoga complained.
"Then stay here, and support yourself." Rinko calmly added some more clothes to the suitcase.
"Okaa-san, do I have to go?!"
"I never stopped you." She closed the suitcase, stood up, and dragged it out to the trunk of the car.
"Gaaagggghhhh! Fine!" Ryoga silently weeped, rocking back and forth.
He hugged Ku-chan, muttering, "Stupid Japan," and "Okaa-san's so unreasonable," and "I hate this," and "How could Chibisuke deal with it?"
Ryoma twitched. "Beca~ause, dear brother, I, unlike you, have a life." She smirked and slammed the door.
"Oi!" Ryoga scrambled up, chasing after his cocky little sister.
"Hey! At least you don't have 6 people to choose from!" Ryoma reasoned.
"It's not my fault you're the heir of the Echises Corp.! Anyway, I heard they're all bishies, so who cares?" He snorted.
Let's back up.
The Echises Corp. is a very wealthy company, only second to the Atobe's. Which is why he is one of her fiancés. Ryoma needs to have a husband, a supposedly rich one, by the age of 18. She's almost 17.
Which explains why they have to leave for Japan immediately.
Hyoutei, Rikkaidai, and Seigaku all have 2 of the chosen ones.
Atobe is definitely one of them, but who's the other 5? And how is she supposed to find one that fits the regulations?
*Girl's POV*
The man will risk his life when you are in danger.
He will not hesitate to fulfill your needs, no matter what it is.
He shall not have an affair with other woman, in front of you or not.
He must be fluent in at least 4 languages.
He must know how to ride horses and tame animals.
He must be polite.
He must be gentle with you at all times.
He must come from a wealthy family.
He must love you and you only.
No other woman would take up his mind.
HE MUST KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH FINACIAL BUSINESSES.
He must know tennis. (Added by Echizen Nanijroh.)
He must be able to argue well.
So much "musts." Ryoma doubted anyone would be able to fit all those necessities. Atobe actually does, however, only in front of the adults.
"Ore-sama is in need of some cold water. Kabaji." Then, he'd snap his fingers. In a second, a glass of water would be by his side.
Ryoma groaned. "I feel a migraine coming."
Sure enough, by the time they landed in Japan, her head felt like someone was pounding on it with a hammer while lightening was striking the same spot over and over and over and over again.
A young girl of 16 wandered around Tokyo. (Guess who? *Laughs*)
Her waist long hair gently moved back in place after some wind was blown. She yawned, hazel eyes ready to glare.
"Where. The. Fock. Is. HYOUTEI?!" Ryoma huffed, stomping around. She lost her patience and called a certain tennis regular.
"Muka-chan~!" She smiled the You-Are-Dead-If-I-Don't-Find-Hyoutei smile. The person at the end of the line felt Hell freeze over.
"Where's your focking school? Because I apparently temporarily misplaced myself, and you don't want me to go to jail, do you?"
Now Ryoma smiled the If-You-Say-You-Do-I-Will-Go-To-Jail-For-Murdering-Someone-YOU smile.
"Okay, Ryoma, where are you right now? I'll tell Atobe to drive you over." Gakuto asked.
"Let's see… Where am I? The important thing is, where are YOU going to be by the time I leave?" Ryoma smiled the creepiest smile of all – the Maybe-In-Hell? One.
"I got it, I got it! Sheesh." He hung up, leaving an irritated Ryoma on the streets.
She sat down.
"Hey, cutie, wanna go somewhere fun with us?" A teenager, around 18 years old, asked.
He crouched down.
"Come on, you'll have the time of your life! I promise, you won't get hurt." He stuck his face right in front of her's.
The teen, or rather, man, had spiky hair and piercings on his left ear. His breath always smelled like smoke or beer. The ripped shirt and jeans he wore were supposedly cool, and on the middle finger of his pudgy hand, a ring sat, looking rather abused.
He always had 2 other guys with him.
One of them had blue and red hair, obviously dyed. It was set up like Mohawk, and his nostril had a ring around it. His teeth were usually yellow with some string beans stuck in between.
The last guy was quite normal looking. He had short, bouncy hair and new jeans. A hoodie hung over his head and no piercings were seen.
Ryoma pushed the male away. She wrinkled up her nose. "Your breath smells, and you're so dirty."
He chuckled. "Feisty, aren't you? My name's Dyroza Makinose."
Makinose took Ryoma's hand.
Immediately, she stood up and kicked him. Hard. "Sorry, doesn't look like you'll have children any time soon." Ryoma smirked, dashing off.
"Why you-" Makinose chased after her, leaving Rui and Tishino behind.
She laughed the entire way. Just in time, a familiar face was spotted. "Ryou!" Ryoma jumped, and sat on Shishido's shoulders.
"Ryoma, don't tell me you got hit on again, please." He shook his head when Makinose was heard yelling after her.
Ryoma snickered. "Wait… Huff huff…. You….haah haah haah… Bi*tch…" He caught up, panting.
Shishido twitched. "You can't go around calling Hyoutei's little princess a bi*tch and get away with it, you know."
He kicked Makinose's lower region thrice as hard as Ryoma did, and then whammed his face with a fist.
Just like that, the guy was knocked out. "P~I~G! P~I~G! It's amazing that I attract so many unattractive visitors. Not suited for my beauty, of co-" Ryoma's girly time that came once a week was distracted.
"Ryoma! You're okay!"
And the ranting begins, of all random topics.
"Hey! Monkey King! How dare you distract Ore-sama's girly time?! That only comes once every 365 days, you know!"
"Actually, it happens once a week…" Shishido snickered behind the scenes at Atobe. He was wincing every time "Ore-sama" was said.
"So Ore-sama's beauty cannot be compared to you! It's a wonder as to why you are one of Ore-sama's fiancés! The other one must not be as rude as you, cutting into someone's beauty time. Come to think of it, weren't you supposed to be polite to Ore-sama, such as NOT, Ore-sama repeats, NOT interfering when Ore-sama is talking to one of her friends?! Why, Ryou is a better candidate as Ore-sama's fiancé better than you are! He fits all the rule thingamabobs! First of all, he's willing to save Chouta if Chouta was in front of a chainsaw-carrying murderer that is thirsty for his intestines to be ripped out and fully digested in his body and the brain juice to be swallowed and to quench his thirst, and the lower regions to be used as a straw because Chouta's is, Ore-sama must say, quite thin, and the chainsaw as a kitchen utensil used to stab Chouta in the head over and over and over again, while the actual dried up brain to be served as ice cream as the guy cherishes the flavor of dry, squishy, gooey, slimy, brains that will slide down your throat because the slime would be used as a digestion helper, and then the tongue would be pig tongue, thick fat pig tongue covered with fat, and lard, and juice, and dung after licking all that poo while searching for truffles, and Chouta's teeth would be sharpened up to use as a sharpener for the chainsaw, and the hair would be used to cover up the murderer's penos, so if he goes out naked in the sun, wearing absolutely no clothes, people would admire his great, big, fat cockroach of a penos while he hums, saying, "Look at me! Look at me!" so Chouta is going to be a baldy!"
(IMPORTANT A/N: NO OFFENSE AT ALL FOR THE DESCRIPTION ABOVE THAT WAS USED FOR ENTERTANING PURPOSES. SORRY IF ANYONE WAS OFFENDED. BUT I'M STILL NOT GONNA CHANGE IT. THANK YOU FOR LISTENING.)
Phew! Now that the first subject is done, the… oh no……..12 more long, run-on sentences to go.
"I will never. EVER. EVER. Look at Choutarou, pigs, cockroaches, ice cream, chainsaws, teeth, juice, poo, sharpeners, naked people, bald people, hair, and murderers the same. EVER. EVER. EVER. AGAIN."
Gakuto joined the pile of people that listened to Ryoma's ranting. They all fainted after throwing up, anyway.
Choutarou blushed, trying to hide behind a statue of Shishido. Apparantly, he wasn't disgusted but embarrassed. Now how can that be…?
"O-O-Ore-s-sama w-will never d-distract Ryoma's girly time again." Atobe sat on the throne of fainted people, having fainted himself. Not that they weren't used to it.
Oh no, not at all. *Smiles evilly* Because there is more to come!
"So Chouta's toenails would do well as toothpicks, so the guy would chop 'em off with a knife, clean it with his mouth, lick it, suck it, and then pick his teeth with it, and then he'd decide it was good, so he'd take some pizza, after he accidently ate one, some ice cream, some chocolate chip cookies, pig tongues," "What's wrong with this-uuuurrrrrrrrggghhhhh!" "As Ore-sama was saying, before Ore-sama was interrupted quite RUDELY *cough cough*, the guy would then spread sprinkles of Chouta's toenails and fingernails all over the pig tongues that was over the chocolate chip cookies that were over the ice cream that were over the pizza and chomp it all-" "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT IS DISGUSTING!"
More people to the pile~!
And the graphic scenes continued.
"And-WOAH! What happened?! Where am I?!" Ryoma spun around.
"What's this human pile doing here?" She smirked, poking the men and children and women and teens that all had X-es instead of eyes.
Ryoma circled it, jabbing her finger to places where it shouldn't go.
She murmered, poking something soft. Let's leave what it was to the dear, hopefully clean, reader's minds.
Next day:
"I. HATE. YOU." Gakuto jabbed his finger in Atobe's arm, repeatedly poking him.
"Mama…! Mama…! Chouta-chan's getting destroyed by a murderer! With a chainsaw! Wwwwwwwwoooooooeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jiroh cried, sucking his fingers and trembling while crying.
"…"
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"Mommy!!!!!" Jiroh rolled over the desk, curling up on the floor like a pill bug.
Atobe flipped his phone open and called a certain, certain *cough cough* girl.
"Ryoma."
"Yesh?" Ryoma put on her baby voice, knowing she's in for it.
"100002365483897126541. laps around Tokyo."
"You know, Kei, you could've just saved your breath and said 100002365483897126540 -
"100002365483897126541." He corrected.
"… "
"Anyway, you could've just said 100002365483897126541 laps around Tokyo." She smirked.
"…"
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"…"
"100002365483897126541. laps around Tokyo."
"Okay, okay!"
*Laugh* I had so much fun describing Ryoma's rants.
This is an attempt to make a funny story that includes romance as well, although that would be slow…
Guess who the remaining 5 fiancés are!!!!!
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is mine. ALL MINE, 'YA HEAR ME?!?!?!?! !! I OWN ALL THOSE BISHIES! ALL OF 'EM!
"…"
Okay, seriously, who fed me sugar?!
Was it you, Marui?!
Marui: Nope.
Niou: ... Puri.
*Background* Me chasing Niou around the house while he's snickering like hell 'cuz we all know I don't have those magic powers to be super fast, or to transform, or something…
I'm actually not expecting that many reviews for this…
Hey, let's reach 2000+ words on Microsoft! I'm only missing… 75. No, wait… 72. 71. 70. 69. 68. 67. 66.
*Ten hours later*
Me: *Running around the house, screaming* 100000023645! 1100000468! 15631364141981!
So seriously…. Like it? Any comments? Ways I could make it more graphic on Ryoma's Rant?
Ryoma: … I can't believe you did that to me.
Me: I can!
BTW, fock is supposed to be f_ck. I saw fock at school because someone spelled Folktale wrong.
And… let's see… If I copied anyone's ideas, I'm sincerely sorry, I didn't mean to, please forgive me.