Dear god someone please just SHOOT ME NOW! TT-TT I put everything on hiatus and stuff because I can't think of anything to write like AT ALL! and what do I get finally? Damn Ryoma/Kevin stuffs I don't even like Kevin or Ryoma, let alone both of them together! Alright animephantom I hope you enjoy this...YOU'D BETTER! GRRRRS...sorry I'm a little tired, sick and stuffs...-cough cough- Alright, let's get this show on the road...eventhough I hate it...

For Echizen Ryoma, at least, the first thought that would cross his mind whenever he'd watch the French Open is Kevin Smith. His hair, in particular.

Don't get him wrong, of course. It's not as if he's fascinated with it. In fact, he's a bit bothered. Why would he be reminded of Kevin's sun-kissed locks that would always dance with the wind as he would pace towards the court in an incredibly amusing way whenever he'd watch the French Open? He doesn't see the point in it. Perhaps there is no need for a point, to begin with.

Kevin Smith is his rival. That brat even copied his moves! No originality at all, Ryoma remembers himself mumbling to himself the very first time they meet. That American boy sure is one freak of nature.

He also remembers the time when they had their first match. Kevin is a show-off, Ryoma isn't. But with Kevin using his moves and all, he can't help but be so irritated. It was like reinventing Echizen Ryoma and adding a bit of Atobe-ism.

He squirms in disgust and shakes his head. That definitely isn't an entertaining thought.

He vaguely recalls Kevin's words after their match and his replies that were nowhere near courteous and respectful.

I'll beat you someday.
In your dreams.
Just you wait and see.
Whatever.

There is this unexplainable rivalry between them that Ryoma hardly considers as rivalry. Someone at the same level as his? No way. He does not like that.

Yet—

He hears a muffled remark from the person beside him. You just shook your head; what's wrong with you, he hears his companion say. Nothing, he replies flatly. Irritatingly shrill laughter escapes from the other's lips. He just shrugs.

That, and he hides the small smile surfacing on his lips. If he would allow such an occurrence, he'd have to suffer Kevin's incessant babbling and taunting. Not that he isn't used to all that already.

Not that he isn't used to having Kevin around him.

Not at all.

See? I stay away for like almost five months and all I can get it about 350+ words of SHIT...I mean really? I've done better, WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY better, if you so choose to you may also remind me of how much a fail this whole thing was...-sighs- grr...I've got to get back to writing again. With only a week left in school then two months of summer break I'll need something to do I guess...

until next time (When ever that is ...)

animeo