Prince of tennis does not belong to me.
It was the first day of High School. Ryoma was ready to impress everyone with his growth spurt (due mainlyto the sheer amount of milk he was forced to drink by Inui all during his freshman year in Jr. High.) Therefore he was remarkably unamused by the fact he was still the shortest of the bunch, both on the courts and off. Hell, Fuji-sempai was taller than him. It just wasn't fair. Ryoma pouted.
"Oi, Echizen" Momo yelled, "come over here, will you?"
"Nyaa, Ochibi is still so short," Eiji said while draping himself over Echizen, as if to further prove his point.
Ryoma glared at Inui. "Why is it, after all that milk I was forced to drink, I grew only two damn inches!"
Inui looked very amused. Of course, being threatened by someone over a foot shorter wasn't exactly a daily occurence for the near giant. Even Kaidoh was taller than Echizen by about half a foot. He smirked and replied, "You're of an Asian descent, are you not?"
After Ryoma's nod, he replied, "Look. Now do we look particularly Asian to you?"
Ryoma stared, the only people who looked Asian were Kaidoh, Oishi, and himself...
"Too bad Ochibi, you're just doomed to shortness for life," Eji said consolingly.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ryoma screamed.
Everybody in the school heard the cry resounding through the hallways, and the rather maniacal laughter of one mad scientist...
