Desperate Situations of the Heart

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Story title: Desperate Situations of the Heart

Began: May 4th 2005

Characters: Ryoma, Sakuno, more characters will reveal themselves as the story continues.

Couplings: Ryoma x Sakuno. I believe this is such a great couple, but everyone is so obsessed with yaoi couplings when it comes to Prince of Tennis.

Rating: PG-13/R T or M

Estimated Finish Date: Fall 2005/Mid-summer 2005

Author: t3h bl00

Summary: full Ryoma x Sakuno Ryoma had never taken time to notice her, never taken time to appreciate her, until… cont. they were teamed up for a project in their Sex Ed. Class…now what?

Author Note: Ryoma and Sakuno are about 15 in this fic, almost at the 16 mark.

Disclaimer: I only own my Hiei keychain damnit. Yay.

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His mouth opened, gasping for air as salt encrusted tear drops of sweat perspiring down from his temples. This only lasted for a mere second, as he was immediately back up on his feet, tense and ready for his opponent to serve up his next play.

PWOK!

PONG!

If one was blind, these would be the on-going sounds echoing through ones ear. This, as loud and annoying as it was, truthfully, was a comfort to Sakuno Ryuzaki.

She sighed, her pale fingers clutching the diamond-shaped green gate separating the clay court with the bleachers. Her school skirt swatted against the gate and her plain white shirt stuck onto it. Whizzing tendrils of hair, given life by the wind, were tangling themselves in the metal gate. They were but only cinnamon spots over a background of a clear spring sky.

The sun may have been out, but the March wind had remained, even though it was still mid-may.

Sakuno always liked this time of the year, not cold, not hot, and just right. Wind wasn't one of her favorite offerings from nature, that she will be honest about.

She looked down at some of the daisy's that aligned the tennis court's rectangles, and she felt the corner of her head, where she once had the flower clip, resembling a daisy. Ditching that old hairstyle of sweet-little-Sakuno braids the year after Echizen came.

Once he came she changed a bit. She didn't change herself on the inside though; she would always be the sweet, kind, shy, timid, meek, little Sakuno. She liked being known as that, and she would hope she would keep it.

If Ryoma didn't like her this way, he was just going to have to deal with it. He made her happy, and ecstatic…even if he wasn't aware he did. She got this warm and sensuous feeling even when he passed her, and when he touched her, if his finger grazed across her own when he was reaching for something, his touch was electric.

She shivered slightly, as the wind became fiercer as the sun started to fade, showing that it was probably close to quarter to 7.

The game should be ending soon, and to anyone who actually understood tennis, who actually knew who Echizen Ryoma, was, it would be obvious who won.

She smiled inwardly as he emerged from the gate's doorway, victorious. His tennis racket being hung over his shoulder, he didn't have that smug, 'I-am-way-fucking-better-than-you' look spread across his face like most winners, but he just pushed his cap farther down, shadowing one of his cat-like smoldering amber eyes. They resembled the sun, and Sakuno couldn't stop staring at them. So fierce, so bold and brave, she wished she could always look into those eyes, when really, the truth was she couldn't.

Slowly, out of the corner of his eye, he turned to face her.

He had noticed she was staring.

She snapped out of it, turning around, her back to him and her face blushing madly. Never had a girl created ten new shades of red with just one gaze.

Quietly, she walked toward the street, and began on her way home, not caring that her grandmother was still in the tennis courts and could easily giver her granddaughter a ride.

Sakuno needed to calm down, and change her face's color before he saw her again, or before anyone for that matter. The last thing she needed was that. Of course, she could always blame it on something easily.

If Ryoma confronted her though, she had nothing to say, and would probably stammer and say "Um" every twenty seconds.

She sighed, leaning against a brick wall. She cold from the wall radiated onto her sweaty palms, which she clasped against the bricks. It was comforting, but not too comforting considering it was already getting colder by the second as the sun faded and faded more.

Lifting herself up from the wall, she continued her walk down the edge of the road, then turning to see Ryoma, clad in his tennis wear, peddling fast down on the other side of the road. His leg muscles were rippling and she could see that they were glistening in the early moonlight from the sweat he was drenched in.

She sighed slightly, wishing he actually would turn her way, maybe wave or smile, but in truth, she had never seen him smile. Just smirk, or barely make a motion with his face muscles, making it look as if he didn't even have a mouth.

He had a bag propped on top of his back, and she could see his racket case clinging against the wells of his bike.

Clank. Clank. Click. Clank.

It was another, peculiarly comforting sound that Ryoma could make, without even trying.

Blinking and taking her mind off of Ryoma and his strange noises, she realized that beg didn't belong to him. She had of course never seen it with him before, and furrowing her brows slightly, she thought the worst.

'A bag? A feminine looking one too…it's not possible that…no…it isn't…he's just probably running an errand, dropping off someone's forgotten bag…but what if…no, it isn't…'

But she sucked at convincing herself that it was just an errand situation. Her heart sunk deeper and deeper, like a stone into a deep lake, and it just couldn't hit the bottom. Her stomach began to hurt, and she felt like gagging.

This was so horrible.

Maybe…it would be better to just get over him. They were both now almost sixteen…she couldn't have a silly childhood crush boggling her mind over and over.

Or could she?

NO!

No. She wanted to forget about Echizen Ryoma, and that was final.

Watching him peddle off, turning down a separate road than her, she felt the wind pick up again.

She felt stronger. Like the temporary pain was lifted off of her heart.

Sakuno Ryuzaki, would once, and for all, forget about Ryoma Echizen and move on with her life. She would forget about his eyes of smoldering amber, his tanned skin, his own sweat that would glide across his cheekbones, forget about him and his sweaty scent of sunscreen and salt…she would…forget him.

And that was that.

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Ah! Well, well, well, a new fic. Har. I hope all those Ryoma x Sakuno fans enjoy, I do plan to have up to 10/15+ Chapters, or maybe even just keep it at 8. Who knows? Depends if I get enough reviews Which is like…30…20…reviews XD!

Well, I hope you like, and don't worry, chapters WILL get longer as the fic wears on, any comments or ideas or such, tell me! Read and Review, good for the soul. x)

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