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Your Highness
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Ryoma and Sakuno at last arrived at the courts.
"Ano…thank you for letting me walk with you Ryoma-kun."
Ryoma said nothing and started to warm up. He didn't trust his to voice to be completely void of the happiness he felt inside.
"Oh, of course. You need to practice now. I won't bother you anymore." Sakuno bowed and hurried away.
Bother? Not at all. Ryoma shook himself. Okay, so you might have some feelings for Sakuno. Just don't let it interfere with practice.
Unfortunately for Ryoma, that was the least of his worries. He had completely forgotten about the 'prince' thing yesterday. His team mates, however, had conveniently remembered the incident.
"Hey prince! Your early for practice!" Eiji entered the court, followed by the other regular members.
"Don't call him prince! Only I can call him prince."
"He's my prince too!"
"Oh look! He's tying his shoelaces. Such grace, such eloquence!"
"Everybody take a picture. We must capture this moment!"
"Shut up," snapped Ryoma.
"Nya, the prince is getting touchy!"
"We must try to cheer him up!"
"Fufufu. According to my data, princes like being pampered."
"Can I brush your hair Your Highness?"
"Can I worship your racket Your Highness?"
"I want to worship his racket!"
"Me first!"
"Stop it!" Ryoma clenched his fists. Man, these guys are so annoying. Sadly, it didn't seem like the Seigaku regulars would stop soon. They were on a roll.
"Can I feel your jacket Your Highness?"
"Can I kiss your hand Your Highness?"
"Can I kiss your shoes Your Highness?"
"Go ahead Momoshiro," Ryoma held out his foot for Momoshrio to kiss.
"Echizen, what are you doing? You should be warming up, not mucking around." Tezuka's voice sounded behind Ryoma.
"Nani, that's not fair! They…"
"I don't want to hear any excuses Echizen. 20 laps. Now."
Ryoma cursed silently.
Lap one…
Lap two…
Lap thre…
20 laps seemed a long way to go.
