Thank YOU!!!! Thank you everybody who has reviewed. I never felt prouder of
my fics. I feel kinda loved. So I'll try my best to make this fic work. I'm
trying out paragraphing and stuff, cos my fic looks rather disorientated,
so sorry if it looks weird.
Disclaimer: don't own anything, besides my OC and her parents.
Pairing: RyoSaku[just subtly first]
Once Ryoma opened the door to let them in, Kaito shouted, "Hentai Nanjiroh- san, where are you?"
"I hear a fair voice calling me!" Nanjiroh appeared from behind a wall.
"Kaito! Haven't seen you for such a long time! Wanna have a game of tennis?" Nanjiroh enjoyed his dear niece's company. Her tennis skills were incredible, just like her father.
"How could you be so rude to call your uncle a hentai?" said Yuki, Kaito's mother, Ryoma's aunt and Nanjiroh's sister-in-law.
"But it's the truth, dear." Echizen Kimura suddenly appearing.
"Brother, how could you say that!" retorted Nanjiroh, who was chuckling at the same time.
"Have you two been playing tennis? How could you two not wait for me? Besides, who won?" asked Kaito.
"It's pretty obvious, ne?" said her father cockily.
"So I suppose you won? Sheesh. Nanjiroh-san, haven't you been practicing?" Kaito knew it was clear that her father would win her uncle, after all, her dad was currently still a professional tennis player, even though he was a banker. The ability to play tennis seemed to run in the family.
"I have been practicing!" said Nanjiroh.
"Not. He's been lazing around reading hentai magazines and doing nothing much else," said Ryoma, not defending even his father. Kaito laughed.
"Let's play."
"Who against whom?" asked Nanjiroh perkily. Even though he was a little tired, playing against his evil little talented niece was a good challenge.
"You look desperate for me to play with you, uncle. I'll play with you."
The uncle always had quite a close bond with the niece. After all, she was the first born of the family. Nanjiroh and his wife [can't remember her name] doted on the little one. In fact, some of the tennis skills she possessed were learnt from him. The two headed to the makeshift court in the back yard.
"Ryo-chan, lend me your tennis racket. I don't like Dad's." Echizen Kimura's rackets didn't seem to be compatible with his daughter's grip. Ryoma nodded.
"Don't you need to get changed?" Kimura asked his daughter. She grinned sheepishly. A game of tennis was the only thing that could ever make Kaito lose her bearings. Kaito headed to the toilet, came back a moment later, dressed in a totally different fashion she went to Seigaku in. She was originally dressed in a tank top, knee-length skirt and sneakers. Now, in a simple sleeveless red top and black tennis skirt with white tennis shoes. She pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a taut bun on her head. Echizen Kaito looked as if ready for battle. Her exterior looked calm, but her inside was a bit of a mess. Nanjiroh was an excellent player, who could read his opponent's moves. Would he be able to tell that she hadn't been practicing a lot ?
Disclaimer: don't own anything, besides my OC and her parents.
Pairing: RyoSaku[just subtly first]
Once Ryoma opened the door to let them in, Kaito shouted, "Hentai Nanjiroh- san, where are you?"
"I hear a fair voice calling me!" Nanjiroh appeared from behind a wall.
"Kaito! Haven't seen you for such a long time! Wanna have a game of tennis?" Nanjiroh enjoyed his dear niece's company. Her tennis skills were incredible, just like her father.
"How could you be so rude to call your uncle a hentai?" said Yuki, Kaito's mother, Ryoma's aunt and Nanjiroh's sister-in-law.
"But it's the truth, dear." Echizen Kimura suddenly appearing.
"Brother, how could you say that!" retorted Nanjiroh, who was chuckling at the same time.
"Have you two been playing tennis? How could you two not wait for me? Besides, who won?" asked Kaito.
"It's pretty obvious, ne?" said her father cockily.
"So I suppose you won? Sheesh. Nanjiroh-san, haven't you been practicing?" Kaito knew it was clear that her father would win her uncle, after all, her dad was currently still a professional tennis player, even though he was a banker. The ability to play tennis seemed to run in the family.
"I have been practicing!" said Nanjiroh.
"Not. He's been lazing around reading hentai magazines and doing nothing much else," said Ryoma, not defending even his father. Kaito laughed.
"Let's play."
"Who against whom?" asked Nanjiroh perkily. Even though he was a little tired, playing against his evil little talented niece was a good challenge.
"You look desperate for me to play with you, uncle. I'll play with you."
The uncle always had quite a close bond with the niece. After all, she was the first born of the family. Nanjiroh and his wife [can't remember her name] doted on the little one. In fact, some of the tennis skills she possessed were learnt from him. The two headed to the makeshift court in the back yard.
"Ryo-chan, lend me your tennis racket. I don't like Dad's." Echizen Kimura's rackets didn't seem to be compatible with his daughter's grip. Ryoma nodded.
"Don't you need to get changed?" Kimura asked his daughter. She grinned sheepishly. A game of tennis was the only thing that could ever make Kaito lose her bearings. Kaito headed to the toilet, came back a moment later, dressed in a totally different fashion she went to Seigaku in. She was originally dressed in a tank top, knee-length skirt and sneakers. Now, in a simple sleeveless red top and black tennis skirt with white tennis shoes. She pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a taut bun on her head. Echizen Kaito looked as if ready for battle. Her exterior looked calm, but her inside was a bit of a mess. Nanjiroh was an excellent player, who could read his opponent's moves. Would he be able to tell that she hadn't been practicing a lot ?
