Author's Note: Not mine, never will be mind, contains slash, fluff and might be slightly OOC. I wrote this at work, 'cause it was slow and I was bored and had this idea, there is no New York accent because it'll be harder to read and write. I'd like to thank everyone who has read this story, I'm kinda at an impasse at the moment and I have this other story idea that I want to write, so it might be more then a month 'till I post another chapter. I'd also like to say that although I am obsessed with Prince of Tennis right now I'm in to Newsies, so there'll be more Newsies stories I write.
Last time:
"Call me Satori, I'm what you call an Americanphile, I love America. I was so excited when I found out you were comeing from America, can I call you Ryoma?"
There was a hopeful look in Satori's eyes was enough for Ryoma to agree to his roommate's demand.
"How well do you speak English?" Ryoma asked and was rewarded with Satori's eager reply in English.
"Pretty good, I went to a school famous for it's English program 'till this year."
As Satori showed Ryoma around the Dorm house, Ryoma was able to relax his guard slightly. Apparently Satori didn't care if Ryoma had looked like he had just crawled out of the grave, all Satori cared about was the fact that Ryoma came from America. Much to Ryoma's regret they finished the tour with one period to spare before lunch.
"We're in the same class." Satori said in English.
"Unfortunately it's English and we have to go, the principal told me that we had to go as soon as we were done with the tour." He made a face, motioning for Ryoma to follow him.
"Honestly I can probably learn more just by talking to you."
A sense of dread settled into the pit of his stomach as they neared the door to the classroom and grew to black hole proportions when he heard a loud unforgettable voice yelling,
"Idiot Viper!" in English and the responding and also unforgettable hiss.
"That was Momoshiro-san and Kaidho-san, they argue alot but they are roommates and really good friends." Satori said, and Ryoma felt the blood drain from his face.
"I didn't know Momoshiro-senpai could use English, to insult Kaidoh-senpai." Ryoma mumbled quietly.
"He tries in English class, wait... you know Momo and Kaidoh?" Satori asked suprised. Ryoma nodded lowering his eyes and explained quietly.
"In seventh grade I was at Seigaku Middle School, Kaidoh-senpai and Momoshiro-senpai were on the tennis team with me."
Satori looked at him wide-eyed and Ryoma scowled wishing he hadn't left his cap in his room.
"You can ask questions later." Ryoma continued evenly glaring at the door. "I'd like to get this over with."
Satori nodded and knocked on the door, as he did Ryoma dug his hands into his pockets wishing that he could just curl up in a corner and hide.
"Who is it?" The englsih came but Ryoma could tell at once that Satori's English was far better, which was a shame.
"It's me Okaida, I've come with the transfer student." Satori replied.
"Come in."
Satori opened the door and Ryoma took a deep breath before he entered and faced his new classmates.
"Echizen?" Two shocked voices were the first things he heard.
"Have a seat Okaida," the teacher a woman who appeared to be in her late fifties said before turning to Ryoma and said.
"I don't know how far you were in your old English class, but try to introduce yourself in English, we are all learning so it's ok to make mistakes."
Fighting the urge to roll his eyes Ryoma nodded and said polietly.
"My name is Ryoma Echizen, I am fourteen, play tennis and I have a cat named Karupin." A smirk danced across his face as he added,
"i was born and raised in America, although I came here for seventh grade." A mocking voice rang in his head, after he had spoken and it was all he could do not to cover his ears and curl up.
"Want to know one reason I was sleeping around behind your back? It's because you are really bratty. I'm sure everyone was only pretending to be your friend."
"Forgive me." He said out loud, bowing low before the shocked Englsih teacher to hide the tears that pricked at his eyes.
"I spoke rudely and with out cause. My name is Echizen Ryoma and I hope you will treat me well despite my worthlessness."
"Eiji-senpai! Oishi-senpai! Inui-senpai, Tezuka-senpai, Fuji-senpai!" Momoshiro called running through the hallway where the second years classs room were, ignoring the outraged shouts as he continued to shout, violet eyes full of worry, hope and confusion.
"Saa Momoshiro what up?" Fuji asked from the door of his classroom, Eiji right behind him.
"Senpai-tachi! It's Echizen!" Momoshiro said quickly.
"What about Ochibi?" Eiji suddenly became alert at ryoma's name though Fuji simply raised an eyebrow.
"He's back." Momoshiro said, "He's back and in my class." Eiji squealed green eyes shining with excitement and he began to hop around.
"No way, are you sure?"
"Absolutely positive, but somethings wrong with him. He started out being the bratty teen he is but then he apologized. Echizen's super thin also, like he hasn't been eating properly."
Fuji sighed slightly, though he never allowed his mask to slip. I didn't know he was that thin. I mean if Momoshiro picked up on that then he must super thin, what is going on? he thought to himself before placing a hand on Eiji so he wouldn't die of excitement.
"Eiji can you go get Tezuka and the rest? I want to talk to Echizen."
Momoshiro thought that Fuji's reaction was a bit anti-climactic but he shrugged it off as Fuji being Fuji.
"Hoi Hoi." Eiji bounced off apparently to tell the others.
Ryoma was glaring at Kaidoh a bento from the cafeteria between them when Fuji arrived.
"I told you Kaidoh-senpai. I'm not hungry." Ryoma said exasperatedly while Satori who had gotten over his previous shock pretty quickly was watching cheerfully.
"Fssss, yah right. You used to eat a lot more."
Ryoma scowled and hissed in a tone similar to Kaidoh's
"Used to, thats the key word used to as in not any more."
"Echizen! Fancy meeting you here. Yuuta wants a game and kaa-san wants to feed you again." Fuji said cheerfully deciding to interrupt the conversation acting as if he was meeting Ryoma on the streets.
"Fuji-senpai," Ryoma greeted him cooly ignoring the stares.
"Please thank your mom for the wonderful dinner the other night. I am truely sorry to have not had the appetite to finish it." The polite words felt weird on his tounge, but he couldn't sway the feeling he needed to be polite.
"Ochibi! You're back!" Eiji shouted bounding into the classroom the other regulars behind him. Before Ryoma could do anything, Eiji had hugged him and it was all he could do to keep from crying at the fealing of security that he felt in Eiji's arms.
"Hey Kikumaru-senpai, I'm back." Ryoma said, hoping his voice didn't tremble with all the pent up emotions he felt at seeing his old teammates and feeling the warmth from Eiji seeping into his bones.
" Echizen," That was Tezuka and he looked up meeting his old captain hoping that there was even the smallest hints of fire in his gaze.
"I'm back Tezuka-buchuo," he said simply.