DISCLAIMERS

I don't own The Prince of Tennis as well as The New Prince of Tennis or The Prince of Tennis II. These amazing works belong to the amazing Konomi Takeshi-sensei, and are not my intellectual property. The places, the songs, brands, and everything else aren't mine either. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

All the characters can be considered OC. So if you hate an expressive Ryoma and a surprisingly wise Nanjirou, you may hit the close button of this tab - I don't wanna disappoint you guys with my fanfic :\

Although I wouldn't say that this fanfic totally sucks, I wouldn't post it if it was, I guess. I still am 'Mada mada dane' especially because I have a limited supply of vocab - and I have this outrageous way of expressing stuff.

Anyways, if you're still reading this, then I guess you're still with me. I, Furytinkle, posted this fanfiction for entertainment purposes, and for other loyal RyoSaku supporters out there so I do hope I'll be able to achieve that purpose. Enjoy! (I hope)

DEDICATIONS

To Miss JMdL

Date to Dance

Synopsis: He stopped dating. She stopped dancing. He needed to dance. They needed to date. Wait. What? Tennis Superstar Echizen Ryoma knew nothing but tennis. So when he was requested to dance for his parents' silver anniversary, there were two things he knew he couldn't possibly do; how to say no and how to dance.

Chapter 1

"5-4! In favor of Tanishi!" shouted the umpire. I flicked my tongue in annoyance. Sure, he got the point; but it wasn't about it. Somehow winning by point wasn't enough. I wanted to win over his technique. I rubbed my forehead with my sweatband as I adjusted my cap.

My opponent was a power player, he kept on using all of his strength every time it was his turn to serve because of his special technique called 'Big Bang'. I couldn't counter it, given the fact that he tripled my size – but it doesn't mean he tripled my strength, just a few muscles I guess, very few. I acknowledged that fact, but I knew as well that everyone has limits.

"Be blown away you brat! Graaaaa!" he shouted as he returned the shot using the same technique again. I readied myself and tightened my grip, but I was actually doing the opposite. I dramatically let myself fall as if I was hit by his attack like the first time and let my racket fly off the court.

"5-5! In favor of Tanishi!"

I showed him an irritated look, which earned me a sneer from him. I turned back to get my racket and secretly smiled to myself. His strength was already wearing off, I focused on picking up my racket. When I turned back, my eyes widened. My opponent had disappeared and was replaced. I looked at the person with quivering lips.

"M... MOM?!" I screamed as I got up from bed, eyes still wide. Somehow, I was really exhausted, considering how I was catching my breath. I placed a hand on my forehead and closed my eyes, trying to relax. I heard a sigh beside me and instantly shot my eyes open to look at who it was.

"Oh goodness, Ryoma! Tennis even in sleep?!" she said, sounding rather helpless.

"Mom! What the hell are you doing here?! Aren't you supposed to be in Japan?!" I asked, quite surprised since it was very unlikely for Mom to travel. As much as she hated hearing it, she was getting old, traveling might tire her out more than usual.

"There you go again thinking that I'm too old for travelling! Oh don't give me that face, Ryoma! Here I was all excited to tell you that we've decided to move back here in America and surprise you and this is what I get!" she barked back at me.

I blinked and grumbled. Geez, can she read minds? I wasn't even saying anything out loud. When I looked back at my mother, she had her eyes in slits.

"I don't need to read your mind to know what you're thinking. Your eyes give you away." There she goes again, answering my unsung questions. I sighed and stood up, then went to my closet to get a shirt since I was used to wearing only boxers in I sleep.

I sat beside her and gave her a peck on the cheek. "So Mom, why are you here?" I asked her again.

My Mom's previous mood had disappeared in an instant, she even managed to giggle lightly. She really looked ten years younger whenever she did that. "Well, Ryoma... I want you to move back with us, the house we bought was remodeled based on our house back in Japan. It's in Santa Monica."

I looked at her and nodded. "Sure, if that's what you want."

"Also, you see, it'll be your father and mine's anniversary a month from now."

I blinked and looked at her in confusion; I didn't quite get where she's going with this. She made another giggle, "It's our Silver Anniversary... and, well I want you to do something special for us."

I shrugged. Do something... special? I can call for an organizer to arrange a grand location and a buffet and everything included if she wants to, but somehow I don't think it was just the place and the food. So I still gave her a puzzled look.

She laughed lightly, "You are still as adorable as ever, my little Ryoma." She muttered as she hugged me. I hugged back.

We were alone, I always showed my love for Rinko Echizen – my mother, whenever I had the chance. Sure, I maybe a lot of things in tennis, but I am still a son to my Mom. I'd do anything and everything just to make her happy.

She released me, but she was still holding my shoulders. Mom looked straight into my eyes. "I want you to dance for me and your father."

"..." Crap, anything and everything but that.

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