Moshi moshi minna-san! So sorry about the long time it took to update…I'm learning how to program in Python…anyway hope u enjoy this chapter and yes there is some SayaRyo history revealed…!
Either way, after Sakuno finished staring at me about to hit Ryoma over the head with a tennis racket and the said know-it-all cowering on the ground with said tennis bag covering his head protectively, I looked at my watch. And gasped. Time for music lessons…courtesy of Rinko Echizen, Ryoma's mom. Then I noticed those annoying high schoolers were watching us too.
I turned around and yelled at the high schooler Sasabe dude. "Hey! Ryoma and I are going to play doubles against you when I get back! Have fun losing in an hour!"
At the Echizen household…
"Hello, Saya-chan. How was the tennis tournament?" asked Ryoma's amazing mom.
"Disqualified. Five minutes late," I grumbled.
"Oh, that's sad, Saya-chan. Cheer up. Unpack your violin and let's get started."
"Yes, Rinko-sensei."
After about twenty minutes the doorbell rang and Ryoma walked inside. Or at least that's what it sounded like. The person in question had apparently heard the music emanating from the room and clumsily stumbled up the stairs.
The door opened and my jaw hit the floor. Standing there was a boy about a foot taller than me…looking exactly like Ryoma?
"Saya-chan, you needn't stare like that. That's Ryoga, Ryoma's adopted aniki," said Rinko-sensei, with an odd grin plastered on her face.
"Hn." was all I could muster. Look at the irony; that's my onii-chan's usual catchphrase and it drives me crazy whenever he says that.
I pulled myself together. "Konnichiwa, Ryoga-san. Nice to meet you. I'm Sayaka."
Ryoga stared at me for a long time, and then asked, "Why does kaa-san call you Saya-chan?"
It took all of my willpower not to go over there and punch him in the gut, partly because I didn't want to break my violin, and partly because his mother was standing right there.
So all I said was, "I hope you can see the lightning flashes in front of your face…So you're Ryo-ryo's aniki. What a surprise. Let me ask you: Why weren't you in America with the rest of your family?"
Ryoga's face darkened and he looked away. I could tell it was a sore spot for him. "Gomenasai, Ryoga-san. I didn't mean to be sarcastic."
"No, it's all right, Saya-chan."
I was on the verge of smacking him atop the head with my 1026-page Chemistry textbook which happened to be in my bag.
At that point he just gave me a smirk and said "Mada mada daze." Luckily for him, he saw the imaginary thunderclouds above my head and made his exit, minus the smirk.
The rest of the lesson flitted by. As I finished packing up my violin, Rinko-sensei asked, "Did Ryoma tell you he had an aniki, Saya-chan?"
"Iie, Rinko-sensei. And speaking of anikis, my onii-chan will be waiting," I said through gritted teeth. Rinko-sensei was the best teacher in the world with the patience of a saint, but she asked way too many questions.
"Oh, okay, Saya-chan. I'll see you and Kunimitsu next week! Sayonara!"
I waved goodbye to Rinko-sensei and walked out the door. I crashed straight into a tall figure with a black t-shirt.
"Saya-chan, are you all right?"
"Onii-chan? Sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you that hard."
Let me say one thing. Tezuka Kunimitsu is known around Seishun Gakuen as the boy who never smiles. This is so not true. I'm the only person my onii-chan can bear to crack a smile around. He's even grinned before, trust me. That was, hmmm, I think about six years ago (!) when I won a spelling bee.
Mitsu smiled at me. "Do you have another egg on your head, egghead?"
"Hey!" I yelped as he ruffled my hair. "Don't do that!"
I turned away from him with a huff. For the third time in a day my jaw nearly hit the floor. "You know Ryoga-san, onii-chan?"
"Of course," drawled Ryoga. "Anikis always know the onii-chan of their otouto's best friend."
"If onii-chan wasn't right here next to me you would have been knocked out, baka!"
"Well, well, Tezuka-kun, control your imouto's temper, please," said the arrogant jerk.
I lost it. "How can you even be Ryo-ryo's brother? You're such a nitwit!"
Ryoga stared at me in disbelief. "Ryo-ryo? You call chibisuke Ryo-ryo?"
"Don't you dare call Ryoma a shorty! And there isn't anything wrong with me giving Ryoma a nickname!"
"Then there isn't anything wrong with me giving him a nickname, right, Saya-chan?"
Fuming silently I retreated, glaring at the smirking Ryoga.
"I'll see you in a few weeks at Seigaku, Echizen-kun," said Mitsu.
Seigaku? This nut case is going to SEIGAKU?
"Onii-chan, I won't be home until…um…4:00. I have to play mixed doubles with Ryoma against Sasabe and a girl from Kakinokizaka. See ya!"
Mitsu just smiled at me and said, "Good luck, Saya-chan."
