A/N: I can't believe my username is RyomaandOz, and I haven't even written a single Prince of Tennis story. So I dedicate this oneshot to my favorite pair, (And no, it's not Yaoi), Ryoma and Sakuno! Thank you, and please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Oujisama/New Prince of Tennis. This wonderful manga goes to the author, Takashi Konomi.
I remember that day. When you were being harassed by low-lives that called themselves professionals, when you sent me in the wrong direction, and when I saw you at the tennis competition. All those times, I was only focused on your face. Your smile. It was embedded into my memories. I remember when you saw me at school, your face lighting up. Your braids were flying in the wind. I don't know why I told you to cut them. They are a special part of you. Your hair, your tennis technique, your smile, I remember all of them.
"Ryoma-kun!" You ran up to me, asking me if I would eat your bento. I stared at you, and you looked back nervously. I was only staring at me because you were so beautiful. When you ran off in tears, I wondered, what happened? Did I do something wrong?
"H… How do I look?" You ask in your stuttering voice. You stood in front of me, in that cheerleading outfit. I knew you were cheering for everyone, but I wanted you to only cheer for me.
"N-Not bad… But you still have lots more to work on," I criticize, walking off. Truthfully, I only walked off so you couldn't see my red face. I hid my face under my Fila hat as I stood with the other Regulars.
"Here's your going away present!" You smile, handing me the tennis ball, with tears at the edge of your eyes.
"Thank you," I take the tennis ball, putting it into my bag. I turn around, and head towards my destination. I didn't want to leave you behind. I didn't want you with anyone else but me. But right now, I have a goal to accomplish. After I become number one in the tennis world, my next goal is to become number one in your heart.
A/N: So… OOC! I am so sorry! But… I just can't have the whole story just be one sentence! "Mada, mada, dane." Is what Ryoma would say if he was reading this. I will try my best next on my next story! By the way, I was inspired to write this from one of Ryoma's character songs, Dreaming on the Radio. I obviously know Sakuno isn't a DJ, but… I just thought it was meant for her. Anywhoo, I hope you enjoyed it, and please review! Polite flames accepted as well. Yours truly, RyomaandOz.