Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis. Otherwise, there'd be more of this stuff :D
Warning- spanking, language, OOC-ness, yadda yadda yadda
A/N- well, so far it's not that good, but I have nothing else to do. ….. Actually, that's a lie. I DO have other things to do, stuff I SHOULD be doing if I don't wanna be screwed over. But I like this better, so yea! Thanks for the reviews! (So far Miyuki Meiru and mama irene have reviewed, and I'm thankful for that. Thank you dears.)
Two weeks had passed since that day, and it had gone by pretty fine. Ryoma didn't act up or anything and it was good that way. Since it was a weekend, Nanjiroh and Ryoma weren't doing much, just playing tennis together. After a while, Ryoma looked at his racket. "Oyaji, I need a new overgrip."
Catching the tennis ball, Nanjiroh walked over to Ryoma and examined the racket. "Yea, you should get a new one. We don't have any in the house though. Since we don't have anything to do, let's go buy one."
"Che. Fine."
The two put their rackets in the house, locked the door, and set out to the tennis store. Ryoma quickly located the overgrips, and chose an uber cool silver colored one. In the back of the shop, Ryoma saw a vending machine. After demanding for a dollar form his father, Ryoma bought a Ponta. Nanjiroh, having payed for the overgrip, called for his son. "Boy! Hurry up! I'm leaving!"
God, could he be any less patient? Ryoma grumbled inwardly as he walked out of the shop after Nanjiroh, clutching the Ponta. However, when he got out, Nanjiroh was nowhere to be seen. Ryoma called for his dad for a minute, not bothering to move from his spot. Nanjiroh did not come out from his hiding spot (a bush next to the store, behind Ryoma), and Ryoma shrugged and walked in the direction of his house.
That little… not even worried about me. Nanjiroh snuck behind his son quietly and suddenly yelled, "WOAAAH!!" Ryoma had not been expecting this and jumped about a mile into the air, dropping his Ponta bottle which rolled out into the street.
"You son of a-" Ryoma made an odd gesture with his hands and clutched his chest, glaring at his laughing father. "You're so immature." Looking around for his Ponta, Ryoma noticed it a moment later in the road. Ryoma walked into the path without looking for cars, wanting his Ponta.
Nanjiroh frowned when Ryoma just waltzed out into the road Is he really that brave? Or is he just stupid? "Ryoma! Don't go out there!"
Ryoma ignored his father and kept on walking. When Ryoma was about five feet away from his beloved Ponta, you know it! A sports car sped toward him, music blaring loudly and the owner of the car reading a text from his cell phone. Ryoma reached his Ponta, looked up and—
When Nanjiroh saw the car, his heart was gripped by fear. That retard driving the fucking car wasn't even concentrating on the road! Sprinting toward Ryoma as fast as he could, he saw Ryoma look up at the car and— saved his stinking butt.
Ryoma saw the car racing toward him and froze. Then quite suddenly, before the car could hit him, he felt a tug near his waist. Ryoma was pulled onto the ground by his father roughly. "Oof!" Sitting up, he saw the driver give them both the finger before driving away again. "That bastard…"
By then, Nanjiroh had sat up too, looking relieved that he had made it in time. But in seconds, the relief had been taken over by anger. "Ryoma!" Nanjiroh barked, making Ryoma jump. "I can't believe you! Even a five year old would have enough sense to look before just walking into the road!" Ryoma, put his hands over his ears to prevent any damage from happening to them. "Listen to me when I'm speaking to you!" Nanjiroh had grabbed Ryoma's wrists and brought them away from the ears. "You could've killed yourself! What would I have done if that guy rammed you with his car, huh? You're my only kid!"
Ryoma scowled. "I'm sorry, alright?" Getting up, he dusted himself. He started to walk toward the Ponta, which had miraculously survived, but Nanjiroh snatched his wrist.
"Haven't you learned your lesson yet? You almost get killed, but you're doing the same thing again right after!" Nanjiroh looked incredulous. "How stupid are you?" Getting up, Nanjiroh walked toward his house, dragging Ryoma by the wrist.
"Hey! Oyaji! That hurts!" Ryoma complained as he struggled to keep up with his father.
"Yeah, well, be thankful I saved your butt from that psycho asshole."
Upon reaching the house, Nanjiroh finally let go of Ryoma's wrist for a moment to look for his key. Pouting, Ryoma rubbed the place where his father had clamped on to. Nanjiroh opened the door and pointed to the couch. "In. NOW."
Knowing what would happen, Ryoma paled a bit as he walked slowly to the couch, his father right behind him. Nanjiroh sat down on the couch first, and once again took Ryoma's wrist, although it wasn't as forceful as before. Sighing, he pulled his son over his laps. Ryoma squirmed a little, as the position was uncomfortable, but Nanjiroh held him firmly in place with his left hand. Raising his other hand, Nanjiroh let it fall on Ryoma's bottom.
Ryoma stiffened as he heard the hand coming down from the air, and winced when it made contact. It had been a couple weeks since his last spanking, and he had kind of forgotten how much it hurt. Ryoma pushed on the ground with his feet and clawed at the couch, only to have his father scold him lightly. "Hold still, Ryoma." Around the 13th smack, Ryoma was tearing up and begging his father to stop.
"Nnngg! S-stop!"
"You still have a long way to go, kid." Nanjiroh was speeding up the smacks, and they were getting more and more powerful. A couple of spanks later, Nanjiroh hooked his fingers under the waistband of his son's shorts and underwear and yanked them down.
"No! Not like t-that!"
"Ryoma, I can't believe you would just amble out into the road without expecting to get pummeled by a car!" Nanjiroh lifted his leg up in order to get Ryoma's butt up higher, where he could get the underside.
"St-stop!" Tears were now rolling down Ryoma's cheeks as he could no longer bear the unbelievable pain.
"You almost gave me a heart attack today! What if I hadn't gotten to you in time? What if you got hit by the car?" Nanjiroh recalled the feeling he had gotten when he saw the car nearly crash into his son.
"Agh! It hurts!"
"I would think that even a 6 year old would look before crossing the damn street!"
"Please!" Ryoma let out a choked sob.
Nanjiroh came to a stop. He didn't like doing this to his son, but Ryoma really needed it sometimes. However, Ryoma sounded like he had enough for now.
"You've learnt your lesson, right?" Nanjiroh patted his son's head gently with one hand and rubbing his backside with the other.
Crying, Ryoma nodded his head quickly.
For a few minutes, they stayed like that. Then Nanjiroh pulled up Ryoma's clothes and gave him a little pat. "Why don't you stay here for a bit? I'll go put on your new overgrip."
Ryoma had his eyes closed and move his head up and down slowly. Grinning a bit, he slid out from under his son carefully and got the bag from where he left it. When he looked back, Ryoma had already fallen asleep.
Nanjiroh chuckled a bit. The kid really looked too cute when he was sleeping. Too bad be couldn't be like that all the time.
"Little brat."
A/N- okay, so it wasn't that much better. But it's all I got, so yeaaaaap.