A/N:
Been meaning to write fics since forever, but I've never found time. It's spring break and I've got almost nothing to do, so here is my first ever fanfic! Happy reading, and reviews are always welcome. ^^
"Ryoma! Ryoma! Ryoma!" the crowd cheers as a young Japanese man raises his right arm, holding the Wimbledon cup. His father, the legendary Nanjiroh Echizen, smirks somewhere in the crowd of almost 3000 people, disguised as a homely monk. His mother thought of making the tennis player Japanese food that night, which was his favorite thing in the world. All was well for the young tennis star.
A blonde-haired reporter approaches Ryoma Echizen, "Congratulations on your win, Ryoma. How does it feel to have conquered Wimbledon?"
"Thank you, miss. It feels exhilarating to have won…The players were great," was the cool reply. (Of course, Ryoma didn't really mean the bit about the players being great; in fact, he felt bored by the thing. However, his manager Oishi told him not to act so smug, as foreigners don't like to sponsor cocky athletes.)
"What are your plans after this?"
"I plan to go back to Japan right away and just practice until the next major tennis open starts."
"You just won the Wimbledon tournament, for crying out loud! You're going back to play more tennis? Do you not take any breaks?" the reporter jokes.
"…I guess it's just who I am," he says after a few seconds of pause. "Tennis is in my blood."
The reporter laughs and congratulates the tennis star once again. The cameras cut and Ryoma is free to leave. In two hours, he'll be heading on a flight to Japan.
"Tomo-chan, where do you think I can get a job? Studying to be a chef is pretty hard and expensive," I sighed, as I scroll through the 23rd page of job listings online.
"Maybe a part-time maid? Some people need help with cleaning and cooking out there. I mean, everybody seems to be busy nowadays. And your classes are at night, right?" Tomoka, my best friend, advised.
"Hmm, that sounds ideal, I guess," I respond. With that in mind, I type "part-time maid" into the search bar of the site. About 3 results came up. Two of them requires being a maid overnight. As Tomo-chan mentioned, my classes are during this time, so I wouldn't have been able to do the jobs anyway. The third posting was only put up on the site an hour ago. Maybe I still had a chance. The listing said:
WANTED: PART-TIME MAID
You must be able to clean, do the laundry, feed a pet cat, and most importantly, be able to cook Japanese food.
The pay is 2500 yen per hour and the owner is very flexible with the hours set. He only needs somebody to take care of the house, and will be outdoors almost every day.
For further information, please contact: Shuichiro Oishi, (183) 284-1737
"Oishi-senpai?" I wondered aloud. Tomo-chan heard me and instantly looked at the ad over my shoulder.
"Why does Oishi-senpai need a maid? He's living with Eiji-senpai and both of them are doing well already," she muses, bewildered like I am. Ah, well, I need a job, and pronto. I guess I'll just go along with it. If it's Oishi-senpai, I'm sure he has a good reason.
Last night, I called Oishi-senpai to check if the position is still open. He was surprised that I called him about the job, since he thought that I still worked at the old burger joint as a cashier. I told him that business was too slow and that the pay wasn't enough, which is why I quit. I also told him that my classes are now in the evenings (I used to work at the fast-food restaurant during the night shift) and so I wouldn't be able to do both. Oishi-senpai must have covered the mouthpiece after I said this, because I heard a short conversation, though the sound was stifled by something. Oishi-senpai apologizes for the wait, and tells me to meet him at the house to meet the owner and settle some things, but the job is pretty much mine already, since he's recommended me to the owner. I felt relieved and nervous about the whole thing; I mean, what if the owner didn't like me? What if I didn't like the owner? A lot of questions kept me up until 1 in the morning. I always worry about the weirdest things.