Disclaimer : I do not own Prince of Tennis & the hot tennis princes inside, although like everyone else out there, I really wish I did.
Note to all : I had this sudden idea just before going to sleep just now, and I couldn't help but to pen it down.. The story just sort of played out in my head in quick motion. Will continue the story if I have the time or if this seems like a proper idea, although I'm not exactly sure if this will be flamed or something.. Yeah. The story would be centered around Shishido Ryou, although I plan to branch it out into a M-rated story for the silver pair.. Reviews please! Rated T for now, will change to M if continued.
Prelude
"Please, Mr. and Mrs. Shishido, you have to listen to us! It isn't.. No child should be made to go through-"
"Doctor, he's our son. We know how to deal with this."
There was a sharp scratch of chair against the floor. She was the only woman in the room; Mrs. Shishido tensed as she made move to leave, but her husband reached across swiftly, taking her tiny, trembling hands into his own. Shooting him a tiny smile of trust and appreciation, she again relaxed slightly in her seat. However, as she turned back to face the doctor, the only other person in the room apart from her husband and herself, her face fell back into its previously composed mask of calmness, expressionless.
Controlling his urge to break out cursing and sweating, the doctor blinked rapidly, as though hoping it'll clear his mind somehow. If he had a choice, he wouldn't had wanted to be the one to face this couple here, but the rest of the doctors refused to be scolded and pushed the job onto him.. Furiously praying that he would at least get paid overtime for this, the doctor dropped his head for but a moment, and raised his eyes to glance at the lady once more as he pressed on.
"But you're choosing to keep-"
"Excuse me, I'm not having any part of my son taken away from him, thank you! Even if he's.. Even if he's a hermaphrodite!"
There, that was the first time she properly used that term, and it felt so weird on her lips.. However, her temper was rising again, and she couldn't care much about this at the moment; Maybe she'll regret later. This doctor was really pushing it. The offer of proper surgery and therapy had already been refused countless of times by her husband and herself, but they just keep pressing.. Maybe she should just..
"Mrs.! Can you imagine all the future trauma the child has to go through when he-"
"Are you suggesting that we should just do this while he's still a baby, and keep it as a secret from him forever? Things that involve hormones can't be controlled just like that! If I were him, I would prefer to have a say in my own gender, thank you!"
She had stood up from the chair, her voice growing steadily louder with every word; It seemed as though her husband was prepared to let her release all her pent-up anger on this brainless doctor. However, with a hand across her chest as she pressed against her heart forcefully, she managed to get a hold on herself once again, and to sit herself back into her seat. The poker face expression was back once more, its effect marred only by the slight twitch of the corners of her lips.
"Excuse me, doctor, but are you possibly suggesting that we'll allowed any other boy to touch our son just like that, or?"
Perhaps it was her final acceptance of the term, of their son's condition.. His tone was kept polite, politely inquiring, yet there was an underlying hint of anger; He, too, felt the need to protect his son's identity, to wait for the right moment for himself to choose. No more shall be questioned by them. The doctor seemed to be smart enough to realise that, but he wasn't smart enough to defend himself. Instead, he chose to..
"Of course not, but the natural female hormones will.."
"Our son will be able to deal with them. We'll teach him how to."
His answer was short, crisp, forceful; The doctor knew he could argue no more. Reaching into his pockets for a handkerchief, the doctor sighed and wiped his brows, a defeated expression arranged on his face as he glanced at the couple before him.
"I don't suppose I could argue anymore, right? I just hope-"
"Thank you. We'll be taking our leave now."
