a/n: I'm so sorry I only decided to continue this story! But here it is! Please don't kill me! Things had just gotten a lot busier than expected since I last wrote the epilogue of this story and almost forgotten the plot I set up for this, but luckily, I still remember and decided to type it while in a meeting in school. (I had my dad's laptop, and the keyboard is just so great to use when typing which kind of put me in the mood) now here it is, I hope you guys like it!
Chapter One: Dreams and Decisions
He had been considering it in long while. He was even dreaming of it. Must he go through this or not? It has been years after all since he last set foot in his own turf, his homeland. He sighs as he sat up from his bed. Here was proud 25-year-old Ryoma Echizen, having trouble sleeping; his mind wandering towards a memory. Many would think something was wrong since it was perfectly unhealthy that he could not sleep that so well at night, still he was able to excellently perform and deliver his skills in tennis. He did have to live up to his name of being the king; a true tennis royal.
Still, many would really tell him to go have a check up with a doctor since; it had not been happening for days. It had been going on for years, since that day he dreaded so much and he had pretty much gotten used to it. The only part he hated about it is a certain memory.
It was no wonder if that memory was the memory of her crying in front of him, trying so hard to put a smile on her face.
He sighs and crashes back down, still thinking. Why does he have to endure this? Why did he have to dream about her, about that memory? It was just too much really; too much to take in. Why her of all people?
A ring of a phone in his bedside roused him to sit up once more as he took it, without even a glance to see who was calling him. "Yeah what?" he growled, irritated that there was someone calling him at this late an hour and at such a crucial moment when he was wondering why he was still dreaming of a certain someone.
"Two rings and you picked up, ah, trouble sleeping again?" Ryoma rolled his eyes. It was unlikely of him, but he still did so. He knew who it was calling him.
"What do you want Dad?" he growled. He was really irritated that someone would be calling him late this hour and even more so during a critical moment when he was asking himself why he even bothered to give his dream a thought.
"I call to say hello and this is what I get from my own blood, what an ingrate you are, son." said Nanjiroh, through a laugh.
"It's 3 in the morning over here, now say what you want to say or I'll hang up and go back to sleep." snapped Ryoma.
"Your mother was wondering when you'll be coming back home for a visit." A visit? Back home? If Ryoma were to set foot in Japan, there'll be a dozens of photographers and fans hounding him every single second. Nah, he won't announce his arrival. That's that. "I thought I'd give you a ring and you could know so you could surprise your mom."
"hm." Ryoma grunted. "yeah."
"Really? So when are you coming back then?"
But Ryoma clearly had no plan on telling his father when he was going to come back since he hung up and turned his phone off. He stayed there for five minutes, sitting on his bed staring at nothing but on the floor. He was still thinking about going 'home', about his dream that consisted…of her…if he comes back, then he could…that's just a possibility. \
After five minutes, he turned his phone on again and decided to call someone.
He called for a plane ticket back to Japan first thing in the morning and once it was decided, he stood up and began to pack.
a/n: So sorry it's so short, but i'm a bit busy right now; I'll get to more details in the next! :)