DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Prince of Tennis, though I would very much like that. :D

WARNING: This FemRyo guys! If you're expecting yaoi, then, please go back to the main list now and thank you for viewing my story, however brief. :)

It's been two years, minna! I missed this! Haha. Well, I had a major Writer's block with ISWB, but my muse just told me to write a story, so I did! Hope you all enjoy!

OH! Before I forget, If you guys are confused with the timeline, I made Rinko give birth to Ryoma in Japan. And when she was five they all went to America so that little Ryo would have a better tennis learning environment and all that.

Now, on with the story! :D

It was a peaceful afternoon at Seishun Gakuen Academy. The birds were singing, the students were just leaving the school, everything was perfect. Well, almost everything. Why, do you ask? Because of two conniving women in Coach Ryuzaki's office.

"Well, well, well. It seems Nanjirou did something right for a change! She's beautiful. Though, I guess she got the genes from you, Rinko," Ryuzaki Sumire chuckled as she gazed on a picture of a pretty girl who was wearing a white Fila cap. She has green-black hair, most unusual, yes, but what really sets her apart were her golden eyes that were so cat-like you would swear she was a cat. With her unusual look, white creamy complexion, she would be fit enough to even be Miss Seigaku! Well, if it wasn't for her glaring at the camera, that is.

"Did he take this photo?" Sumire guessed, amused at the on-going animosity between father and daughter.

"Yes, he did. I told him that she wouldn't smile with him holding the camera but he just wouldn't listen," laughed Rinko amiably. Indeed, Sumire was right. The girl in the picture inherited Rinko's face to the tee.

"Ah, some things never change, do they. She was already like that when I last saw her before you all went to America," Sumire said, recalling the fond memory of Nanjirou jumping up and down the airport because his 5 year old daughter kicked him in the shin.

"Yes, they never did change. I was hoping my daughter would at least get some proper manners there, but, I guess I was wrong," sighed Rinko, her hands folding perfectly on her kimono.

"Well, I guess one can't stop the Echizen gene from spreading too much," Sumire said, shaking her head at the result of 8 years of only having tennis and home school on the girl's head.

"Yes, well, that's why I forced-err, persuaded Nanjirou to let her continue her studies here at Seigaku. I want her to be in the presence of your niece. Well, she's not like those idiots in New York, is she?" Rinko joked.

"Of course, she isn't. You can count on her and me. By the way, how do you plan on furthering her tennis career? The girls' tennis club would just bore her to throw something heavy at someone," laughed Sumire as she imagined the chaos that would ensue.

"Oh, heavens, no. I already attained permission from the Tennis Association here in Japan. Of course, the Board of Directors here immediately consented. The Echizen name still has an impact on them, it seems," Rinko said as she smiled sweetly, which Sumire recognized immediately are like the smiles of a certain sadistic tensai.

"Oh. I see. Well, that would certainly boost our chances at the Nationals. I would just have to make sure she doesn't murder anyone in my club," Sumire said, immediately feeling sorry for her club.

"Yes, you probably should. Well, there's one more thing I would like to ask, Sumire," said Rinko, immediately going serious.

"What is it?" Sumire wondered what the clever woman before her would need help with.

"Get her a boyfriend, please," Rinko said, her eyes glinting cunningly.

"Why, that would be a pleasure to do," Sumire said, laughing evilly.

Meanwhile, at the Echizen household, a certain dark green haired girl sneezed.

"Geez. Some pervert is talking about me."

And that's the end of the prologue! Haha. Review please! :)