Title: Cherry Stems

Summary: The daily life of Sakura Haruno and the tennis boys. She loves making their lives a little more painful everyday.

Word count: 1703

Today was a break day for the teams of U-17. Most chose to go and visit family or go back to their hometowns, and that's exactly what Ryoma and Ryoga decided to do. Too bad they had a pink haired model going back with them as well.

"Tell me why you're coming back with us again? You don't even live in Tokyo." Ryoma grumbled out to the older pink haired girl. She was rather pretty, no one could deny that. With a slim, toned and perfectly filled out body. Long pink locks that would graze her waist every time she walked. A perfect height of 5'4. Piercing emerald eyes that shined brighter than the actually jewel. Pretty cherry pink lips that popped out compared to her pale ivory skin.

Her body was clothed in a cropped black hoodie and ripped high waisted jean shorts. Underneath her ripped jeans were wide black fishnet tights. Running up her legs were black velvet boots and stopped mid thigh. Long pink locks were lightly curled, bangs on either side of her face; framing her heart shaped face and showed off her simple black choker around her neck.

The girl grinned down at Ryoma, "Because Yoma-chan, I'm going to visit Nanako. It's been a couple of years since I've seen her." She lightly patted the top of his head like a child as she went back to listening to her music, Ryoma swatted her hand away, just then Ryoga reentered the room.

"I still don't see why you have to come with us to Nanako. You could have gone on your own." Ryoga mentioned as he sat across from Sakura.

The girl across from him rolled her eyes, "I still need to keep my eyes on you two. Besides you two would miss me too much if I didn't go with you, and if I went with someone else like say, Kirirhara, you would have made a whole scene about why I should leave with you two instead. If you really want me to leave I don't think the train takes off for another 10 minutes, if I try I can catch up to him now." Sakura playfully thought about it as the two boys in front of her stiffened about her being around Kirihara.

Ryoga and Ryoma slightly stiffened, they didn't like when those two were around each other. It didn't matter that he was 4 years younger than her because in the end they were both demons. They loved to make each other mad until they were both nose to nose and ready to tear anyone apart. Yet they loved being together and acted like the best of friends when they weren't trying to be sadistic devils to each other.

They were dangerous together, and Ryoma would never admit it but he hated it when she was around Kirihara, she was more open with him than she was around Ryoga and himself. It put him on edge around the second soon to be third year. Maybe jealousy too.

"You're more trouble than you're worth, Cherry." Ryoga sighed at as he watched as Sakura stuck her tongue out at them and place her heeled boots onto his lap. He wasn't surprised, they had known each other since forever and a half. They knew more about each other than they would had wanted to know, way too many things.

The moment Sakura had stepped out of the train, she was swarmed by cameras and people. Her pretty face was now blank, behind her Ryoma and Ryoga also kept a blank face on. Her steps were long and elegant. Ryoga was closely behind her, making sure that if anyone tried anything her would be able to stop it.

"Miss Sakura! Are you and Echizen Ryoga dating?"

"Miss Sakura! Is it true that you and Echizen Ryoga have known each other since birth?"

"Miss Sakura! Will you be modeling for fashion week in Paris? London? Tokyo?"

"Miss Sakura! Are you and Tsukimitsu Ochi going out?"

"Miss Sakura! Look over here!"

"I love you Sakura!"

"Are you possibly waiting for Echizen Ryoma to turn of age for you two to be able to-"

Before the newest reporter could finish what they were saying, Sakura stopped walking right in front of her with a hard glare on her face, "Please do not talk about me and Echizen Ryoma like that. My relationship with anyone is my own business. I came here hoping to visit family and yet all I get is a crowd of low lives that love stalking people that are above them. You could all be doing something better with your lives yet you chose to stalk me and whoever I am with. If you ever want me to answer your questions, learn some manners and try again. Now please move aside, I have an appointment to get to and I will not be late due to your rudeness."

Her cold elegant voice bite harshly at them, how dare they even think of her and her, basically, little brother like that? She had babysat the young boy when he was younger, she could never see him that way.

Ryoga and Ryoma merely walked behind her, more closely than before. From certain angles it would had seemed like Ryoga was holding onto the pinkette's hips.

*snap* *snap* *snap*

The news outlet was already writing the conclusions to the articles by now.

"You were quiet harsh don't you think Cherry?" Ryoga simply nudged her legs as she yet again had them propped up on his lap. Ryoma sat across from the two older teens with a look of disgust on his face.

They all sat in the back of the black limo that was filled with drinks of all kinds and snacks from everywhere.

"Do you know how annoying it is when random people rudely assume things about you and expect you to confirm their beliefs? Has this world come to such shit that they will even think that it's okay to shove a mic and camera in your face and think you're cool with it? I hate people. I hate paparazzi. I hate fame." Sakura grumbled as she swung her legs off her Ryoga and proceeded to swing her upper body towards the male next to her. Her ivory arms wrapped around his waist area and buried her face into his chest.

Ryoga said nothing as he just patted her head and begun to run his long fingers through her silky soft pink tresses. He was used to her actions by now and knew that by the time they reached the house she would be over this.

"You smell like cedar wood and Abercrombie; nice combo but I like it better when you smell like me." Sakura mumbled into Ryoga's chest, he could feel her smirk as she flipped over to lay her head onto his lap. Even Ryoga couldn't help but let a smirk grace his lips.

"Get a room. You two are so disgusting." Ryoma cringed at the two who laughed and chuckled as he pretended to puke.

"Don't worry Yoma-chan, you'll find someone to mess around with sooner or later. It's really fun when you know what you're doing." Sakura whispered into his ear, somehow she had slithered her way over to his side of the limo. She even made him turn his near red blushing face to look into her piercing green eyes.

She closed her eyes and leaned into Ryoma's face, causing him to instantly go red.

'Wha-what is she doing?!'

Before Sakura could fry Ryoma's brain she placed a light kiss on his forehead, "You need to save your first kiss for someone special okay, Yoma-kun. But only forehead kisses can be given by me, no one but me."

She smiled down at the boy who meekly nodded his head, "Such a cute little boy, don't you think Yoga-chan? Maybe I am unconsciously waiting for you to turn 18." She slyly said as Ryoma flushed pink again, of course it was all for fun. He was like a younger brother to her that she utterly adored.

"He was cuter when he was younger." Ryoga laughed as his younger brother flushed red and pink from her words.

"You're right, but I couldn't make these jokes around him without Nanako getting all mother-hen and yelling at me for saying these things." Sakura poked Ryoma's pink cheeks. He swatted her hand away yet again.

The limo suddenly stopped; announcing that they had reached the house.

A smile bloomed onto the pinkette's face as she rushed out of the limo and started to scream at the top of her lungs, "NANA-CHAN! I'M HOME! Ryoma and Ryoga are here too."

"RINKO! OUR DAUGHTER-IN-LAW IS HERE!" Nanjiro ran out from the home and was about to give Sakura hug when she sidestepped him, causing him to run into his youngest son.

"Take this before the old man makes a nasty comment on your body." Ryoga dropped his jacket onto her much smaller frame as he walked to hug his mother.

Sakura wrapped the jacket around herself, a blank look on her face as she looked at the back of his taller frame.

'He's gonna make some girl really happy one day.'

"Are you just gonna stand there, Cherry?" Ryoga turned to look at her with a tilt of his head and a boyish smile on his lips. A smile crawled onto her lips as she walked towards the door, " Such a gentlemen, aren't you Yoga-chan?"

Before he could flirt anymore, a long haired figure shoved him to the side and proceeded to embrace Sakura with a bone crushing hug.

"SAKU-CHAN!"

"NANA-CHAN!"

Ryoga and everyone else had been forgotten when the two childhood friends were together.