History in Two Words

...or less...

Summary: Kagome Higurashi once lived in America, she and her mom had left her father after he had an affair, and had travelled the world to allow Kagome to participate in Tennis Matches...along the way she met Ryoma, and she became one of the few tennis players his age that he would actually practice with...when she finds out that he is returning to Japan...and he asks her to return as well...Kagome is faced with a choice, go back and face her past, or continue on in America to world lackluster without her best friend!

Genre: Romance/Humor

Pairing: Kagome/?

Rated: M

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Kagome looked out the window of the car as her and her mother pulled to a stop in front of New York's Central Tennis Courts. "We don't normally go out of the way for players; you usually make them come to the courts closer to us."

"Ah, well...Ryoma is a special case, I know his parents are staying at a hotel further north of here, and we are bit south, it just met up in the middle for the both of us."

Kagome didn't say anything as she climbed out of the car and shut the door behind her. Her mom pressed the trunk release button and popped the trunk for her.

"They should be on court D4."

Kagome grabbed her Babolat Three Racquet bag and shouldered it before grabbing her water jug before walking off, leaving her mom to shut and lock up the car. She knew this tennis center like the back of her hand, so finding the court was simple enough. When she did, she saw a boy around her age bouncing a ball with a red and black Bridgestone Dynabeam Grandea racquet. "Ryoma Echizen?" She called out, loud enough to be heard, but not so that she was actually yelling or for that matte, speaking above a normal volume.

His eyes turned to her and she was met with the same golden catlike eyes that she'd seen in the magazine, and knew immediately that this was him.

"Lovely...it's a pleasure to meet you," She bowed politely, "Ryoma Echizen."

"...hm..."

She placed her bag down by a bench where his own bag was and unzipped it, pulling out her favorite racquet, the same one she'd been using the night before. "Do you mind warming up a little with me, doing a few rallies back and forth?"

The boy gave a soft grunt in reply and walked to the baseline on his side of the court, she paid no attention to her mother or his father as they sat on the sidelines talking in hush tones, despite that, she could hear them well enough to know they were just exchanging pleasantries.

She hit the ball over the net and watched Ryoma's footing, his grip and his reaction time. She knew that this wasn't anything serious, not the rallies at least, but she planned on making it serious by the time she was finished warming up. "Five minutes okay with you?"

"That's fine,"

Kagome nodded as he hit the ball back to her, she returned it with ease and smiled as his eyes took on a rather lazy look to them. 'Don't worry, Ryoma…I'll get you excited soon enough!'

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It was twenty or so minutes later, Kagome laughed out at the boy across from her. He was staring at her in complete and utter shock. He wasn't sure what she'd done, but it had literally thrown him off balance and knocked him off his feet.

"Hehe, I'm sorry Ryoma, I honestly thought you'd be able to get that,"

"Oi! Ryoma! If you can't defeat a girl your own age, how are you ever going to measure up to me?!"

Kagome listened as the boys own father taunted him and frowned. She hated that, parents really knew how to take the excitement out of a game; they spoiled the fun of it. Sighing, she lowered her racquet before giving the boy a look, "I'm going for a short run, join me?"

He looked curiously at her, not sure what to say, but stood up and gave his dad a look that said he'd come back maybe. He looked bored, she felt bored, these set up matches weren't fun when you couldn't play without boundaries. Parents telling you what to work on, which strokes to use, where to step, it got annoying.

"Bring your racquet," Kagome smirked, "We can find a place a little quieter to play."

"E-EHH!?"

Kagome laughed at the irritated sound of Ryoma's father crying out, her own mother was quiet in her soft sigh as she had only expected as much from her.

She made her way up the stairs and turned to see if he was still keeping up, "This way, Ryoma! We can have our match as soon as we get to a new court!"

"Ah...right..." he smirked. The first real facial expression he'd shown since she saw him.

'That's right, get excited! Now rules, or boundaries...' Kagome stopped and turned from one side of a court, pointing racquet at Ryoma as she did, "There are no parents here, Ryoma, no rules but the ones which apply to a singles match, you know them, I know them, so nothing is holding us back from giving our all!" She watched until he was on the other side of the court and smiled, "It's my birthday today, Ryoma...I'm officially eleven today, so you have to give me a good game for my present, kay?"

Ryoma looked stunned at her proclamation, but that same smirk graced his lips as he gripped his racquet tightly, bringing a hand up to the bill of his cap, he gave a soft chuckle before he looked up and stared her straight in the eyes, "Mada Mada...Dane..."

Kagome's eyes widened as he reared up for a serve and her eyes sparkled with that burning excitement as the ball twisted on the court in front of her before shooting up and back behind her. 'Yatta! Twist Serve...that's it...'

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Me: Hope you guys like this chapter, I'll update again soon! Nya~