Mother's day drabbles (*Is late... as usual..*.-_-').
Each (long) drabble has nothing to do with the other and the timelines may differ, but all of them would be on Mother's day, just that some of the main characters may be young or old. And I do hope you get why the title was Mother's Love. (Ignore the French. XD)
Dedicated to my own mother who may or may not get to read this…
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Prince of Tennis.
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L'amour De La Mère
(Mother's Love)
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The heart of a mother knows no boundaries, no limits, just endless love and care.
-Anonymous
The intensity of the match wasn't lost on her. Having been wed to Echizen Nanjiroh and having a tennis-obsessed son (that obviously took the same love of the sport from his father), she knew that the game going on before her was something special and truly captivating. Something a mother would never dare to miss.
After all, it was her son's first match at the tournament for professionals and her son was performing excellently, even with the difficult opponent that he was now facing, and was a shoo-in for the title. She was very happy for him.
But it would have made much more of an impact on her if she was watching it live and in person.
Rinko sighed as match point was declared. One more point and her son would be announced as the winner. She smiled.
It was such a shame that she was in the middle of a case that could not be put off. She would have dropped it for the sake of her son, but Ryoma himself insisted that she didn't have to come and that it was all right if she focused on her work instead.
Colorful lights danced on her face as the crowd went wild—Ryoma had just returned a difficult-looking smash effortlessly.
The television showed a close up of the boy smirking and she couldn't help grinning at her son's attitude as she refocused her attention on the documents before her.
It would've been easier if the tournament was held here in the US where they were currently residing. She could just drive to the location and leave the same day. Unfortunately, it was the French Open. It wasn't easy and practical for her to keep flying between the two countries to witness her son's matches and to attend the hearings for the case.
Another chorus from the crowd caught her attention as she witnessed the final shot that concluded the game.
Ryoma won.
She clapped along with the crowd.
A reporter ran to a Ponta-drinking Ryoma. "Ryoma Echizen, you played a fantastic game today! Everyone could tell that you were definitely hyped-up as you played your first match."
The tennis prodigy merely smirked before saying his catchphrase, "Mada mada dane."
The reporter indulgingly laughed. "Is there a special someone out there at the crowd that helped inspire your play? Maybe you could dedicate your win to that person."
"Not really," Ryoma said and somehow Rinko was feeling equal parts relieved, amused, and hopeless (for her child).
The man opened his mouth, about to ask another question, when Ryoma cut him off.
"She's not here," Ryoma continued, taking off his cap and roughly running a hand through his hair. "She's at home, my mother." As soon as his words escaped his mouth, his golden eyes widened a bit as if remembering something important.
He smiled at the camera.
"Oh yeah. Happy Mother's Day, 'Kaa-san," he said before turning his back towards the camera, leaving the courts after finally having said his piece.
A hushed "Thank you, Ryoma" floated inside Rinko's home office, mixing with the sound of shed tears and the tissue wiping the droplets off.
It was indeed a happy mother's day.
"Mommy, another gift came!" A young Atobe Keigo burst inside the room of his mother holding a small, expensive-looking box.
"Oh, thank you, Keigo dear." His mother smiled as she took the gift from the toddler.
"Who's it from?" the boy asked, curiously eying the box.
The woman petted her son's head as she said, "Hm, let's see. Ah, it's from Mr. and Mrs. Isumu. Do you remember them, Keigo?"
The young boy scrunched up his face, appearing to be thinking about the answer with a bit of difficulty. "Ah! They sell lots of cars that go 'vroom'! Right, mommy?!"
She laughed. "Yes, yes, that's them. Very good, Keigo."
Keigo nodded to himself looking proud. "What did they give?" he then asked.
"Oh. Hm…" She opened the box to reveal a ruby necklace and earring set. The light bounced off the crytal's surface, a soft red glow emitting from the box. "It's jewelry."
"Jewer... Julie... Jerly?"
"Jewelry," she repeated, slowly drawing out each syllable.
The toddler took a few seconds of tasting the difficult sounding word inside his mouth before trying "Shiny thing you put in neck and ears?" instead.
She giggled. "Yes, that. That's good Keigo."
The boy grinned before leaving.
Later he came bustling back in, this time, holding a larger round box artfully tied with a ribbon.
"Another one, Keigo?" she asked, smiling at the effort the boy gave to hold the box steadily. "You should really just let the butlers deliver them to me," she said as she took the box from the boy.
"No, me give mommy gifts so Keigo can be helpful!" he said with a serious face.
She sighed before pulling the ribbon to see the insides of the box. "Oh, look Keigo. Isn't it lovely?" She took off the wide-brimmed, blue sun hat and placed in on her son's head. It was too big for the boy and it ended up covering his eyes. She giggled.
"Mommy likes the gifts?" Keigo asked as he struggled to have his vision returned.
"Hm? Oh, yes, they're nice," she said.
The boy nodded before toddling off towards the door.
A few minutes passed before the boy entered with yet another gift. This time it was a gold and silver signature bag.
"Mommy has lots of pretty gifts," the boy said before handing the bag to his mother. "All shiny and colorful!"
"Aren't they?" His mother smiled before receiving the gift. "Thank you, Keigo."
"Mommy likes shiny and colorful?"
She daintily tapped her chin before settling for the simple answer of "Yes."
"Okay!" The boy kissed his mother's cheek before retreating once again.
A while later he returned, only this time waving a single sheet of paper in front of his mother's face.
"Happy Mother's Day, mommy!" he squeaked as he presented the paper to his mother. It was a colored drawing of a woman and a child.
"This Keigo," he pointed to the boy, "and this mommy!" he pointed to the woman with a hat and bag roughly the same color as those she had received before.
She gave her son a sweet smile. "Thank you, Keigo. You made mommy so happy!" She then gave him a kiss.
"Mommy like gift?"
"Yes, very, very much. This is the best gift I've received," she replied, this time hugging the boy.
The boy's eyes widened. "Really? Even if it isn't real hat, bag and shiny stuff that daddy told me was spensi... expansid... expensive?"
"Yes, even better than all those," she affirmed. "Thank you." She gave him another kiss on the forehead.
"Welcome!" Keigo happily said. "I made it 'specially colorful and shiny for mommy!"
"Shiny?" she asked. How could a drawing be shiny?
"Lookie!" The boy pointed towards the woman.
His mother inspected it, and when a slight glint caught her eyes, she finally took notice of the woman on the drawing and the tiny, genuine gems glued to her neck and ears. She gasped slightly before giving a wholehearted laugh.
Keigo beamed at his mother, obviously pleased with her reaction, before leaving the room.
From where she was seated in front of her vanity table, she could hear a scoffed "Hear that, ahn? Ore-sama's gift is the bestest!" being repeated to the butler waiting outside the room.
"Happy Mother's Day!" The Fuji children greeted their mother with breakfast in bed.
"Oh! Thank you very much, kids!" Yoshiko exclaimed as each kid gave her a kiss.
"Shusuke and Yuuta were very helpful in making breakfast," a teen-aged Yumiko said as she watched their mother begin eating. "Yuuta helped with the juice."
"I-it was nothing," Yuuta said, blushing and swatting the hand that was trying to pat his head.
"It was really cute how hard he worked just to squeeze the oranges!" Yumiko laughed as she pulled away her hand, recalling all the orange skins scattered at the kitchen table. She would have to clean all the spills later.
Yoshiko laughed with Yumiko.
"Nee-san!" Yuuta whined.
"The juice tastes great, Yuuta," his mother told him, making the young boy blush even more. She smiled at him with those perpetually closed eyes that Shusuke obviously inherited.
"I cooked the eggs, I hope it tastes all right," Yumiko then said.
"Oh, yes, it's nicely done," their mother agreed as she took a bite out of the scrambled eggs.
Then Yumiko suddenly looked hesitant."Shusuke made the batter for the pancakes," she slowly said, her tone almost sounding like a warning, and she had the right to sound so. The eldest Fuji sibling was not able to supervise her brother when he made the batter, and there wasn't enough time to taste the mix before she cooked them. She was a bit afraid that--
"I added a special ingredient!" A young Shusuke interjected, smiling brightly and makingYoshiko stop mid-chew.
--he would do that. Yumiko held back a groan.
"Wasabi, Shusuke?" their mother asked. So that's why the pancake hinted a bit of green.
"Yes!" Shusuke nodded, giving an innocent grin. "I tasted the mix so there would be the right amount of wasabi and made sure that it wouldn't look too green and gross, mom. Is it all right?"
"It's delicious." Yoshiko sweetly smiled at her son before subtly taking a drink and eating another piece of the pancake. "Very delicious."
There is only one pretty child in the world and every mother has it.
-Chinese Proverb
Gelly: Okay, that's it thanks for reading!
A review would be really lovely! Aha. XD
And it's not yet decided but I might make a second chapter of the Mother's Day drabbles using Tezuka, Chibi!Kirihara, and Marui... Might. But for now, this stays as a one shot.