OMG THIS IS SOOOOOOO ANNOYING, KAI! . - Ryuu
Sry Ryuu! ' I know the spacing and stuff is annoying... =p I'm just too lazy. And my chapter's are kinda long, ik, but they get even longer.
Chapter 2
After practice, the entire team met in Momo's favorite burger shop. Eiji was being depressed in a corner with Oishi sweat dropping and trying to console him. Tezuka had his arms folded as everyone listened intently. Sayuki sipped at her Coke and Ryoma began his story.
"So when I was in America, I had lots of tennis tournaments. One morning I accidentally overslept and I was late to the match, which would have gotten me disqualified. When I got there, though, I found out that I wasn't disqualified because I apparently already played the match..."
Ryoma ran down the corridor, dreading that every second someone would come and say that was no longer allowed to play.
"Victory to Echizen Ryoma!" announced the loudspeaker. Ryoma stopped in his tracks.
"Eh?" How is that possible?he thought. I just got here! In any case, I'll have to find my dad...He ran off again, with a different reason.
How long is this damn hallway?he thought, exasperated.
"Oof!" Ryoma crashed into someone walking the opposite direction. The person brushed himself off and offered a hand. "Sorry, you OK? I wasn't watching where I was going." Ryoma ignored the hand and picked himself up.
"I'm fine," he said gruffly as he walked past. The person cocked an eyebrow and let their hand drop. As he was passing, Ryoma took a glance at the person's face and nearly tripped.
He was looking at a mirror image of himself.
"Oh yeah, I should probably explain, huh," the person realized. Now that Ryoma listened, even the voice was the same. He hadn't noticed before since he wasn't familiar with how he sounded to other people.
"Geh, no time!" the person muttered. "Run along, I'll explain later. Your second match is about to start." The person turned abruptly and ran.
Weird,Ryoma thought. But I really do have to go... I guess I'll just be satisfied later.
Five minutes later, Ryoma was walking out the same hallway listening to the loudspeaker announce his "second victory". The match had been pathetically easy. With all no-touch and return aces, Ryoma had won within three minutes. Right handed.Ryoma sighed. He would have to ask his dad to let him go back to Japan. America was getting way too easy... and boring.
These matches are so easy, I hope I haven't been decreasing in my skill level... It'd be nice to have a friendly match with Momo-senpai or someone.
"Found ya!" Ryoma snapped out of his thoughts, hearing his dad's voice.
"We've been in America for a while," he said, grinning. He was smoking, as usual, and wearing his monk's clothing. "Sick of it yet?"
"..." Ryoma made no response. He just made a disgusted face at his dad and walked off.
"Looking for the mystery you?" his dad asked suddenly. Ryoma whirled around. Nanjirou dug his pinky into his ear.
"Last I heard... er, saw," he continued, "that guy had gone back to Japan."
"What? Wait... back?"
"Yeah, that person came from Japan too. Apparently from the same city too."
"Huh. Looks like I'll be meeting him sometime anyways," Ryoma muttered.
"Pretty soon because we're going back to Japan tomorrow," Nanjirou said nonchalantly with a grin on his face.
"Yeah... What?"
"We. Are. Going. Back. To. Japan. Tomorrow," Nanjirou said clearly, enunciating every word. "So if you're done with at least two matches, then let's go." Nanjirou dragged his son away.
The next day, Ryoma was looking out the window of the airplane, insanely bored. His dad was sitting next to him, whistling, looking at a porn magazine. As usual.
Ryoma pulled down the shade of the window. It was too monotonous being awake. He'd just have to try to fall asleep...
"Ah, it's been so long!" Nanjirou said with a sigh of happiness. He and Ryoma stood before the temple, where they would be living in again.
"Uncle's back!" Nanako came bursting out the door with a smile. Nanjirou waved and Ryoma pulled his cap lower. He felt no need to respond.
"Ryoma, welcome back," his mother said, following Nanako. She gave Ryoma a small hug and asked, "How was America?"
"Boring after the Nationals," Ryoma said truthfully. She laughed and patted him on the head.
"I'm proud of you," she said simply.
"Where's the other one?" Nanjirou asked. Ryoma cocked his head, confused. Last he remembered, there had been no one else living with them.
"Ah, Sayuki-chan?" Rinko asked. "Well, she just got here a couple hours before you two, so I would imagine that she's still getting her room ready."
"Wait, who?" Ryoma asked, annoyed by the enigmatic way they were talking.
"Sayuki-chan," Rinko stated, surprised at her son's confusion. "Didn't you meet her in America? She said she met you before a match yesterday."
"I didn't meet any..." Ryoma trailed off. That mirror image of himself. Had that been a girl?
"Sayu-chan!" Nanako called, running back inside. "Ryoma and Nanjirou have returned! Come and greet them!"
"Coming!" said a girl's voice. Ryoma was relieved. His mother must be mistaken. The voices were entirely different.
"Yo, Ryoma-kun!" A girl popped out of the house, and with a single leap jumped past all the steps and landed next to Ryoma.
"Oof, that was dangerous," she said, smiling. "Nanjirou-san, welcome back to your home!" Nanjirou smiled and patted her on the head.
"Who...?" Ryoma asked, turning towards her.
"Me?" the girl asked, pointing to herself. "I'm Saiki Sayuki. Feel free to call me by my first name."
"But why-"
"Why am I here?" she finished. "Um... To make a long story short, I was born in Japan, moved to America with my parents where they died in a car accident. I was bounced back and forth between relatives, and your dad decided to let me live here."
"What about school and stuff?"
"No worries about that," Sayuki said ecstatically. Just then, a fluffy black-and-white cat came walking out, wondering what the commotion was about.
"Karupin!" Ryoma said, surprised. The cat meowed and and ran towards Ryoma, rubbing it's head against his leg. With a small smile, Ryoma picked up Karupin and snuggled with it.
"Aw, that's cute," Sayuki said happily. A bit embarrassed and slightly blushing, Ryoma set Karupin down again and walked inside his house.
"Pa-chin! End of flashback!" Sayuki said suddenly. The team slightly jumped at the sudden interruption. Ryoma gave Sayuki a quick glance and continued.
"It turns out that Sayuki wasthe person who was playing as me during the tournament," Ryoma said. "No one found out, it seems."
"Eh! But how?" Ryoma gave Sayuki a quick nod. She grinned and swiped his hat off his head. Letting her hair down, she carefully stacked most of her hair on her head and put the cap on. With the cap holding her longer hair, the ex-regulars saw that Sayuki's innermost layer of hair was cut exactly like Ryoma's hair. Ryoma sipped his Coke, already knowing what would happen.
The rest of the team never saw it coming.
Sayuki closed her strangely colored eyes, and when she opened them, both of them matched Ryoma's eyes perfectly. The team gasped.
"Mada mada dane if you haven't seen this kind of thing before," Sayuki said in Ryoma's patronizing tone. Even her voice was the same.
In a few seconds, Sayuki had transformed into Ryoma.
"OK, that's just freaky," Momo said after a few seconds of silence. "Both" Ryoumas said nothing and sipped their drinks.
"Cree-py!" Eiji agreed. The real Ryoma gave Sayuki a sideways glance and flicked her forehead, causing the hat to fall off.
"Oi, don't do that, moron," Sayuki said darkly, throwing the hat at him. Ryoma caught it calmly, putting the cap back on. He was slowly getting used to her changing personalities.
That doesn't mean the rest of them were.
"Whoa, that was weird!" Eiji said. "She just went from super happy, to Ryoma, to super mean!" Sayuki rolled her eyes, which were now their usual split colors.
"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before," she muttered.
"Do you know why this happens?" Tezuka asked. Inui had his notebook out, constantly scribbling in it. Sayuki sweat dropped as his glasses glinted like he was somehow going to put this info to use. Like, to use against Ryoma.
"Ask Kuroki-chan," Sayuki said offhandedly, once again in her "happy" personality.
"Kuro... ki? Who's that?"
"Her," Sayuki said grinning, pointing her thumb behind her. The ex-regulars jumped a bit again as they noticed a gloomy looking girl wearing cat ear ornaments suddenly standing behind Sayuki. The girl was holding a weasel of some sort.
"Hello," Kuroki said. The team sweat dropped, including Ryoma, who had never seen the girl. Everything about this girl seemed to be dark and gloomy, even her way of speech.
"And you are...?" Tezuka asked, trailing off.
"Kokoro Kuroki, age 14," she said. Raising the weasel she was carrying, she added, "And this is Kakura the European Pine Marten. Call her Kaku or Kura."
"The Shinigami of the tennis court!" Sayuki said cheerily. "Kuroki, that is!" The team sweat dropped again, bewildered at how the girl could say something so scary and depressing in such a happy tone.
"... And my best friend," Sayuki added with a soft smile. Ryoma cocked his head, wondering how she could look so gentle and... desireable. Ryoma shook his head. Now was not the time to mess with his feelings.
"Well, you shouldn't be talking about me," Kuroki said softly. "You wanted me to explain to this group of barbarians why you were able to copy anyone perfectly, correct?"
"Barbarians!" Momo said angrily. Then as the last words sunk in, he asked quietly, "... Anyone?"
"Mm!" Sayuki said happily. Reaching across the table, she took Fuji's face with both of her hands so that he was forced to make eye contact.
"Come on, open your eyes!" she complained. Confused, yet curious, Fuji obliged and opened his pretty blue eyes.
"That's a nice color," Sayuki complimented. After thirty seconds of eye contact, during which everyone, minus Sayuki, Ryoma, and Kuroki, was completely confused and bewildered, Sayuki let go of Fuji and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they matched Fuji's light blue slanted eyes.
"Mm, it's good to be having fun with everyone!" she said with Fuji's voice and tone. The ex-regulars were surprised all over again.
Changing her eyes back, Sayuki said in a complaining tone, "Come on, you didn't think that I could only change into Ryoma right? That would make me some sort of freaky stalker person!"
"Aren't you?" he muttered. Several seconds later, he was sweat dropping and hunched over holding his hurting stomach as Sayuki was cheerily explaining who Kuroki was.
"Have you guys ever heard of the 'Death God of Tennis'?" she asked. Everyone looked confused except for Inui, Fuji, and Tezuka, who had apparently heard of the name.
"She is the female prodigy of tennis who rarely ever plays the sport," Inui explained. "According to my data, she has played only ten games in her life, and she has won all of them without getting serious. Apparently, all of her opponents were professionals."
"All correct! Congratulations!" Sayuki congratulated Inui. "Except that one part. Kuroki has only played ten official matches. She's actually played twelve. The other two were against me. The first time in our childhood, when I kinda blackmailed her into it, and the second time for a bit of fun." Sayuki shuddered at some unknown memory. Kuroki looked slightly guilty and patted her shoulder reassuringly. Sayuki gave a weak smile.
"That strong, huh?" Momo murmured. "Maybe I can play a match against her?"
"Don't!" Sayuki suddenly shouted at the same time Kuroki murmured quietly, "Don't try if you want to escape uninjured..."
"Yee, sorry, sorry!" Momo said. Sayuki took a breath.
"Sorry, it's my fault I snapped out," she muttered. She looked pointedly at Kuroki and began munching on some burgers.
"Yes, yes, the reason her eyes are like this... Well, I shall begin."
Le gasp! The cliffhanger! D: I'm so ebil. XP I killed Ryuu w/ this chapter... Sry.
So yeah... still crappy. Chapters will get longer and better eventually. OOC Ryoma FTW!
Reviews? :3
-Air Beast
(KAI)
