Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi has a really big imagination and a wide knowledge of tennis. I have the first, but the second came when I watched his series.

Summary: Memories are essential things within each family. They grow and make their own albums to remind the family members of the special times they spent together. Here, you read about the memories Tezuka, Syuusuke and Ryoma make together.

Notes: I've passed a block, but thankfully, I was able to get something out.

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Warnings: AU, Future!Fic, Genderbending, Fem!Fuji, Fem!Yukimura, Fem!Kirihara.


As a retired tennis pro, Tezuka Kunimitsu's new goal was to pass everything he knows to his only son, Ryoma, and to train him to be the best –even better than him-, because he knew his son was capable of doing that. The fact that Tezuka's wife, Ryoma's mother, Tezuka Syuusuke was a former genius tennis player, too, and who played for fun these times helped both males.

Teaching was showed during the occasional matches they would hold between each other as rivals in the family, and the three members were delighted to be like that..

Tezuka watched patiently as his wife whispered in his son's ear some more while the boy nodded to her. Whatever that was about, he really wanted to start their match already, but the duo on the other side of the net didn't seem to sense his eagerness to play. At last, Syuusuke returned to the bench on her son's side and Ryoma got ready to receive his father's serve.

"Ready, Ryoma?"

"Yes!"

Tezuka threw the ball upwards and jumped in a perfect arch smashing it to the other side of the net. Ryoma bounced lightly before sprinting after the ball catching it and returning it perfectly, just like his father would do.

A light rally ensued between them that had the older man pumping with adrenaline. Ryoma sent a lob and his father took the chance to smash the ball on the court, though he halted when he saw a smirk on the boy's lips as he ran back to the baseline and moved swiftly.

Before Tezuka knew it, the ball bounced behind him on his side of the court.

He turned to his wife when he heard loud cheering and a whistle. His lips thinned and his eyebrows furrowed slightly in a mix of annoyance, anger and jealousy. Yes, jealousy, people. "Syuusuke!"

"Yes, darling?"

"That was your Higuma Ootoshi!"

"Yes, why?"

"Ryoma can do it!"

Syuusuke chuckled behind her hand, "Obviously, so. And he does it flawlessly, too, don't you think?"

"SYUUSUKE!"

"What?" the brunette woman was fighting back her laugh bubbling up in her throat.

"You refused to TELL me how do you do it, yet you TAUGHT it to him?!"

The brunette woman smiled and shrugged, "Well, he happens to be my dear son."

"But I'm your husband!"

Syuusuke wished she had her camera with her. Tezuka didn't know how cute he looked when he was jealous, and from his own son nonetheless.

"But he's my son." She stressed on the last word.

Tezuka knew it was silly, but he couldn't help it. "I was your husband before he became your son!"

"Oh. Then, when you become like him I'll tell you."

"Syuusuke, that's absurd!"

"Ah, right. You'll never become like him."

The brunette mother finally allowed herself to laugh as she saw the childish tantrum surfacing in her husband's attitude.

"Dad, do you want to stop here?" their thirteen years old boy said teasingly and smiled at his father.

That was a war declaration, Tezuka thought as his glasses glinted dangerously.

...

Well, he was merciless, and it was another brutal loss for Ryoma to add in his notebook.. with the side note of 'Mada mada dane' and the small little capped face.


To break the habit, sometimes the Sanada's go with them to the public tennis courts to play. That's what they were planning one weekend, and that's how Syuusuke and her almost-sister-in-law, seiichi, found themselves cheering a pair on one side of the court.

Of course, they were cheering for their babies, Ryoma and Akaya, as they played a doubles match against their fathers. The young two were surprisingly a great, powerful pair that was bound to bring victory to any team they join. Their parents and almost everyone at school liked to call them the Bratty Pair. They didn't mind it because it was almost true anyway.

The two fourteen years old kids played fairly strongly against their fathers as the match progressed, until Ryoma began pulling the ball to him constantly, a hit after the other while Akaya-chan stood slightly on the side with a proud smirk, in a pose that was ready to go after any mistaken shot. She knew her best friend, aka, secret boyfriend, still hadn't perfected that move yet.

Syuusuke gaped openly at the sight, not able to contain her worry.

"Kunimitsu.." the brunette mother turned to her husband once the ball scored a point for the bratty pair, ".. just, what was that thing?"

Tezuka played it right, "What thing?"

"That! Wasn't that supposed to be your Tezuka Zone?!"

"Now that you mention it, it does look familiar." The chestnut-haired father feigned innocence as he tilted his head looking at his son.

"Kunimitsu!"

"Oh, yes, it is the Tezuka Zone." He fought back the amused smile threatening to break his mask.

"Pray tell me, why is Ryoma doing it?"

Her husband shrugged "Well, he happens to be a Tezuka." And it was said in a light voice that bordered on being teasing.

"And that," Ryoma whispered with a smirk to the girl beside him, ".. is how I get them fired up." Akaya snorted as she watched the childish bicker from beside him before she turned to him and raised an eyebrow, "Wanna see how my parents look like when they are fired up?"

"Show me." He pulled his cap down a bit and gave her a ball from his pocket. Akaya made a piece sign and skipped to the baseline.

"Daddy, I'm serving~" she chirped and bounced the ball on the court.

Sanada Genichirou's attention returned to their heirs across them before he glanced at his partner, "Tezuka, the match is still yet to end."

"Ah." And the other man was back to his position ready to continue.

The curly-haired girl gave her famous Knuckle serve and watched with happy eyes as her father struggled to return it. The two youngsters enhanced their rally slowly, until Tezuka hit the ball and it was out of both their range. Suddenly, they found Akaya back on the baseline as she swung her racket wildly like a sword, exclaiming, "Swift like the wind!"

Sanada, for a second, froze when he saw that. Immediately, he got into the ball's way and returned it with a powerful forehand.

Akaya's smile bordered on a smirk as she made her way forwards and smashed the ball harder, the adrenaline rush finally taking its toll on her as she let her energy free, "Invade like fire!"

Now, it was Seiichi's turn to gape as she watched her daughter execute the techniques her father used. Since when did she learn them? And was Genichirou the one to teach her?

Two males on the court stared with wide eyes at the only female on while the third just watched with an amused smile. The night-haired girl made her final move and held her racket vertically over her head, "Strike like lightning!" she yelled and hit the ball with all her might.

Sanada didn't even try to get that shot and let out hit the ground with a resounding smack as he stared openly at his only daughter, "Akaya..?"

There was a shriek before one frantic bluenette mother jumped to her feet, "SANADA GENICHIROU! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF WHAT I JUST SAW?!"

"S-Seiichi! I swear, I don't know how-..!"

"How could you teach our baby such dangerous things?!"

"No, w-wait!"

"This is not a matter of joking! …." And the bickering continued some more.

Akaya muffled her giggles and turned to her partner with a big smile Ryoma made a move of clapping his hands silently at her work while she walked to stand beside him, "They're not going to stop any time soon, though." She said with a half-pout.

"Mom and dad are at it, too."

And both kids watched from the other side as the four adults continued their argument until they became bored. Ryoma turned to Akaya when he felt a tug at his jersey, "Let's go get some ponta." She said cheerfully and he all but nodded happily.

Quietly, they left their rackets on the ground, linked arms and strolled away from the court in behaviour akin to angels.

"Seiichi."

"Syuusuke."

Both mothers nodded at each other and went to the adjacent side of the court where their kids were a while ago, and took hold of the abandoned rackets. With blank expressions, the two women tapped the rackets on their palms, testing, before returning to the baseline and catching one of the balls.

"Ready to receive punishment?" Seiichi asked coolly.

"Even if the answer is no, here I go!" and Syuusuke started the intense match while the two men paled and gulped nervously.

The bratty pair is sure going to get it later.

But now.. let them get out alive from their wives claws first..


A/N: Hope you enjoyed!

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