Author's notes: Okay well for one thing PoT does not belong to me it belongs to Takeshi Konomi.

So lately I've been obsessed with PoT so of course a fan fic is in order. XD And I actually tried uploaded a PoT fan fic before and it did work but when I tried to upload the second chapter it didn't work! So I was forced to delete it =( So I will try to make this a one shot as best as possible but I would like to do chapters so if anyone can give me advice for uploading a second chapter that would be really helpful! Anyway enough of my rambling, enjoy the story.

Nanjiro sat on the porch steps and lit a cigarette with his lighter. He placed the cigarette in his mouth and took a long drag on it. He blew the smoke towards the sky and grabbed one of his dirty magazines. He laid back and flipped through the pages and giggling as he did so. " Dear!" A voice cried and Nanjiro knew at once it was his wife. He hid the magazine behind his back as she approached the door.

" There you are! What are you doing?" She asked irritably.

" Just getting a smoke." He answered somewhat honestly showing her the cigarette. She cringed at the sight of the cigarette and rebutted, " I'd wish you quit that nasty habit." She sighed then handed Nanjiro some medicine.

He glanced down at it and asked, " What's this?"

" It's for Ryoma, he's upstairs in his room." She started.

" That boy didn't go to practice yet?" Nanjiro interrupted. Even though it was Saturday the Seishun boys' tennis team still had practice.

" No he didn't go, he's sick. Where have you been?!" She questioned angrily at her husbands ignorance on the matter of their son.

" Send the boy to practice, it's all right if he's sick." Nanjiro avoided the question and handed the medicine bottle back to his wife. She pushed it towards him and said, " I'm not sending him to practice with a 103 degree fever! Listen, I have to go shopping so when Ryoma wakes up give him 2 of those pills, but I really don't want him to wake up he needs some rest so don't wake him up!" She warned.

" All right. How long will you be gone?" He asked pocketing the pills.

" I should be gone for a good 4 hours. I'm meeting up with some of my friends too. So I…. what is that!??!" She screeched pointing to an object behind Nanjiro's back.

" Nothing!" Nanjiro tried to hide it but his wife was too quick and grabbed it.

She glazed it over then her eyes turned wide with shock, then narrowed with anger.

" I thought I told you to throw all of these out!" She yelled.

" I ... I… was going to… dear…it's just.." Nanjiro tried to explain his actions but his wife interrupted his poorly made excuse.

" I'll be back in 4 hours and if I find out that you or anyone else woke Ryoma up I'm throwing away all your disgusting magazines and I'll cut off your money so you won't be able to buy anymore!!!!! You got that?!" She screeched in his face and at the time all Nanjiro could do was nod.

His wife stalked off and Nanjiro began to feel the full weight of his wife's words now. No more dirty magazines… if Ryoma wakes up.

" NOOOO!" Nanjiro cried then silenced himself in fear of waking his son. Ryoma would be sure to tell his wife if someone woke him up so Nanjiro's only chance of keeping his magazines was to keep his son asleep. Everything depended on the time limit of Ryoma's sleep.

~Momo's entrance~

" Momo I want you to go and get Echizen. I can't reach him and he needs to be here for practice." Tezuka told Momo and Momo ran off. He had wished he took his bike but there was no going back now. He approached the Echizen household and saw that Ryoma's window was open.

" Echizen!!! Are you there?!" He yelled up and waited for a response but none came. " Echi…!!" He began to yell again but someone ran out of the front door and tackled him. Momo was knocked to the ground and a screaming whispering voice yelled at him, " Are you trying to get my magazines taken?!?!"

" Magazines? What? I'm just here to get Echizen." Momo explained and the person who tackled him stood up. Momo realized it was Ryoma's dad.

" Oh you're part of the tennis team right? Well Ryoma isn't going to practice." The man sighed and began to walk back to house.

" Wait! Why not? Echizen has to come! Buchou sent me here to get him!" Momo screamed and Nanjiro tackled him again.

" SHH! If you wake him up my wife will take away all my magazines!" Nanjiro hushed Momo getting off him once more.

" You're not making any sense old man…" Momo stated brushing dirt off his jacket.

" Okay if I explain it to you, will you be quiet?" Nanjiro asked and Momo nodded his head.

" Okay well Ryoma's sick and my wife went out and saw that I was reading porn magazines and she said if something wakes Ryoma up she'll take them all away so I need you to be quiet so he doesn't wake up.." Nanjiro explained in one long sentence and Momo stared at the man blankly.

" So basically if Echizen wakes up, you're magazines will be taken?" Momo asked and Nanjiro nodded his head.

" Well that's not problem…Echizen!!!" Momo yelled again but Nanjiro's hand clapped over his mouth to keep him quiet.

" You damn brats. Always disrespectful!" Nanjiro cried. " Listen if you keep quiet and help keep the brat asleep I'll give you 400 yen (about 5 dollars)."

" Why the hell would I want 400 yen?!" Momo asked.

" Fine I'll give you one of my magazines." Nanjiro offered. Momo thought it over and agreed, any healthy guy would want one of those magazines.

So Momo stood on patrol outside the house. He flipped open his phone and dialed his sempai's number.

" NYAAA! Hello?" Eiji's voice answered.

" Eiji-sempai? Why are you answering Oishi-sempai's phone?" Momo asked confused.

" Because Oishi is talking with Buchou! Have you picked Ochibi up yet? Eiji explained and asked.

" No… that's why I called. Echizen is sick." Momo said and could hear Eiji crying on the other end of the phone.

" WAHHH! OCHIBI IS SICK!!"

" Calm down!" Momo commanded and Eiji stifled his sobs.

" That's not why I called though listen…" So Momo explained the situation even the part about the dirty magazines, Eiji listened silently and when Momo finished explaining he replied, " I understand I'll tell Bucho." He then hung up much to Momo's surprise. Momo flipped the phone shut and had an odd feeling something unnecessary was about to happen…

Kyoko kitty-chan: Yay! Finally done! I had no school today due to a freak ice storm so I decided to sit down and finally finish this! In the end I decided to do chapters so if someone could explain how to do that to me, it'd be so helpful! I'll update as soon as I can XD Reviews, comments, feedbacks, and whatever else you can think of are welcome.

A preview of the next chapter:

Momo could sense something was wrong especially when he found Eiji had set up a booth in front of the Echizen household. " Join the contest! Pick which side to join! The Red Team or Blue Team? Red Team is on the defensive, trying to keep Ochibi asleep, while the Blue Team is on the offensive, trying to wake him up! Whichever team wins will get Ochibi's dad's magazines!" He gestured to a stack of magazines on the table, which were kept in a safe for er… safekeeping. " Now which side will you join?" Eiji asked animatedly. And suddenly all the tennis teams Seigaku had faced in the past had lined up in front of the booth Eiji had set up. " Eiji-sempai. I'm going to kill you." Momo thought murderously.