Lend me a Hand 3

Ryoma, his companions and the jerk squad all walked to the tennis courts. Only Ryoma and the teen named Sasabe actually walked onto the court, their rackets were held firmly in hand.

"Hey he's gonna go against Sasabe for real!" One of the jerk squad declared in amusement

"Hey kid!" Sasabe called walking up to the net, "Looks like you've gotta learn the hard way. You're gonna regret this." Walking back to the serving line Sasabe picked up a lone ball, "One set match. My serve." The king jerk served the ball and hit it towards Ryoma, "Return it!" he shouted, confident in his abilities.

The ball flew by the younger Echizen and Sasabe's friends rejoiced, "Ha! That was like one-hundred miles an hour! He's going all out against that little kid! Brutal!"

"Slow…" Aomine muttered staring bordly at the match

"What?" Sakuno asked the bluenette, "That looked fast and dangerous…"

"Nah" Aomine rubbed his left wrist, "There's nothing to worry about. Ryoma is gonna win this hands down. Sasabe- jerk is gonna face a humiliating defeat"

On the court Sasabe tried to taunt Ryoma, "Was that too fast? You want it slower?!"

"No, not too fast…"

"All right then…" Sasabe tossed the neon ball into the air and hit towards the other side of the court, "You asked for it!"

"It was too slow!"

Everyone but the Echizens stared in shock as Ryoma returned the slow serve, making it fly past the older player before he could even react. "What!?" the jerk squad shouted in disbelief, "You gotta be kidding! That was as fast as Sasabe's first serve!"

"You idiots, he just got lucky!" King jerk tried to calm his posse down but Ryoma cut him off before he could say anymore

"Hey… Was that supposed to be your fast serve?"

Sasabe's eyes widened at the younger's words and decided to get at least a little more 'serious' "Feh. You think you're funny? It won't happen again!" Just like last time Ryoma hit the ball back with ease and Sasabe had trouble hitting it back "Phew, that was close..." the older breathed, unfortunately for him he didn't notice the fact that Ryoma was up at the net ready to strike.

"He's fast!" The crew outside the court shouted, "He's already rushed to the net!"

Swinging his racket down with great force Ryoma hit the ball between Sasabe's legs and won that point, "My God…" Sakuno gasped, not believing the sight in front of her. This boy, the brother of the boy standing beside her was playing evenly- no almost better than a high schooler!

"Told you so!" Aomine sang rocking back and forth from heel to toe with his arms folding behind his back, "Ryoma isn't gonna loose to this pansy!"

"One game to love. Echizen to serve!"

With the elegance of a tennis God Ryoma served the ball and instantly gained a point. "You have a match before the finals, right?" Ryoma asked, a smirk etched on his face, "Then let's hurry up and finish this."

Sakuno and Aomine's attention was taken away from the match when the sound of an opening gate caught their attention. Looking over at the tennis entrance an older woman wearing a purple jumpsuit with long brunette hair pulled back into a pony tail walked inside, "No wonder I couldn't find him in the hall. This kid's going to be a challenge… He's got beautiful form, just like his old man's!"

"You know the pervert!?" Aomine questioned the woman with wide eyes.

"What do you know." The woman smiled, "Sakuno and the Echizen boys together!"

"Grandma! Is he that 'son of a student' you were talking about?" Sakuno turned to look at Aomine, "You're Ryoma-kun's brother right?"

"Yep. I'm Ryoma's older brother!"

The older woman moved in front of Aomine and looked hard at his face, "You're Echizen's son?"

"You talking about the pervert?" Aomine inquired, "If so then yep, I'm his son."

"Do you play tennis?"

"Yeah" Aomine smiled sadly and rubbed his wrapped wrist once again, "I play but I'm nowhere as good as Ryoma, especially after the accident"

"Accident?"

"Something I don't want to explain happened and I almost lost the whole use of my left hand. I mean it's still kinda functional, but I can't pick up small things and I suffer from muscle spasms every now and then."

"I see, then you won't be trying out for your middle school tennis team."

"I would, but I don't think they'd take me. I mean why would they bring a disabled kid onto their team that could hinder their performance? I'll probably go for track or no sport at all."

The two were going to continue their conversation when one of the jerk squad spoke up, "Wait- Wasn't that out?!"

Sasabe who was staring down at the court, more specifically the skid mark Ryoma made with the ball looked up at his friends words and smudged the mark away with his foot, "I see any mark! That ball was out!"

"What?!" Sakuno couldn't believe the foul play that was going on before her, "That's a lie!" Ryoma served once again but the outcome was the same. Sasabe called the ball out and his group cheered. "I can't believe this! That was totally in!" the jerk squad simply hissed at the young girl in annoyance

"They're calling their own lines." Ryuzaki explained to her granddaughter, "He's got the right to judge his side of the court."

"I hate jerks like this…" Aomine grumbled, glaring at the old man on the court.

Once again Ryoma served high and instead of the ball flying past the court after hitting in, the ball stayed planted on the ground like it was set there by someone.

"So. Was that one in?" Ryoma asked, getting fed up the high schooler's petty antics

"Go Ryoma!" Aomine wooped, but the cheering came to an aburupt stop when Sasabe decided that cheating was the only way to win the game and practically threw his racket at the small pre-teen.

"Sorry… My hand slipped!" Sasabe laughed, proud of the blood he made trickle down the younger's tan face.

"Ryoma!" Aomine had to fight the urge to run out on the court and check his brother for any damage that have happened, like cutting the skin causing blood to run free from its fleshy prison. A sick feeling entered the bluenette as he stared at his younger brother. His signature hat got knocked off and small trails of crimson life-blood ran down his face

"Your grip is weak. You've got a ways to go."

Sasabe stared at Ryoma in shock, and when he came back to his senses he crossed his arms over his chest and said, "You talk too much, kid"

"You're the one who talks to damn much!" Aomine growled, really wanting to punch the ass-hat who hurt his brother.

"Echizen leads five games to two. Echizen to serve."

Ryoma bounced the bright ball a couple times before tossing it up and serving

"It's mine!" Sasabe shouted, truly believing that he could get the ball, but that was proven false when the ball spun around and shot out at the jerk, barely grazing his shoulder.

"fifteen-love" the youngest Echizen announced before doing his signature serve- the twist serve.

"How can this kid do a twist?!" the jerk squad cried in disbelief once again at the sight before them. This time instead of the ball grazing Sasabe's shoulder it hits him square in th efface, drawing blood from his now busted nose.

"Thirty-love"

"No way… a twist?"

"I've never seen one before!"

"I knew an adult who could serve with that much spin!"

Once again the boy served nearly hitting the older

"forty-love. Ready?" The smaller asked preparing to serve once again, but this time, Ryoma served gently, just tapping the ball over the net while Sasabe hid behind his racket to protect his face, "Fool."

"Game and set!"

"He… Won" Sakuno breathed in amazement

"Told you so!" Aomine smiled before going out to the court, "Ryoma! Are you okay?!" the blue haired boy reached his little brother and instantly grabbed the younger's face. Ignoring the slight shaking in his hand and continued to inspect the skin for any large mares or cuts. Younger, used to this treatment after a bloody game allowed his over protective brother to check him until he was deemed okay, "You stupid idiot" Aomine muttered pulling his brother into a tight embrace, "Do you know how much you scared me when I saw that you were… You know whating?"

"I'm sorry Aomine" Ryoma apologized patting his older siblings back, "But I wasn't all that hurt, so you have nothing to worry about."

"Hey wait!" Sasabe shouted gaining the brother's attention, "Who said it was only one set?! We're going again! This time I'll really play!"

"Just give up" a voice from the outside of the court declared, "You could play one-hundred sets- and never beat Ryoma!"

"What'd you say?!"

"I believe she said, you could…" before Aomine could finish his smart-mouthed comment Ryoma cut in.

"It's okay"

"But Ryoma-" The Hazel eyed boy simply gave his brother a smirk before shooing his off the court, "Right… But if you get more hurt I swear I'll kill you."

"Alright! Your serve!" Sasabe was getting pumped up, but soon noticed something. Ryoma's racket was in the opposite hand that he played in originally. Instead of his right hand, his racket was in his left hand "Huh?"

"Ryoma is left handed" Aomine explained to the young girl beside him, "He just likes to mess with people before he plays seriously, or if he tries to prove a point, Like with here. What's his face was being an ass so Ryoma wanted to fix his attitude!"

Ryoma's serve was performed perfectly and he got the point. Everyone stared in awe at the boy prodigy.

"Then all this time…"

"He was playing with his weak arm!?"

"I just said that!" Aomine shouted at the group, "Don't you people listen!?"

But before anything else could happen a teacher came running towards the court waving his fist in the air and yelling, "You guys can't play in here!"

"Oops! Run!" Aomine rushed out to the court, the other boy's bag already in hand before link their arms and running out of the fenced group of courts.

"Aomine!" Ryoma cried trying to keep up with the speedy blue haired devil, "Slow down already! I can run that fast!"

Aomine, following Ryoma's orders came to an abrupt stop, but didn't think about physics and momentum since he didn't take the class and was knocked to the ground by the tennis playing prodigy. "AH!" the boy's cried as air left their lungs. People walking by the boys stared at them like they were crazy but continued on their merry way. "Get off me Ryoma! You're heavy!"

"I would but you're on my arm!"

"I am not!"

"Yes you are!"

"You're on all of me! You get up first!"

"Are we really gonna do this? Out in public?!"

"Get off me!"

"I told you already! I can't!"

"Screw you Ryoma! I won't give you any of my gummy worms now because you're being a jerk!"

"Aho-mine! Let me move my arm!"

"I'm not on your damn arm!"

"Yes you are!"

"Leave me alone! You butt-munch!"

"Who are you callin-"

The two boys stopped their bickering when they heard chuckling from behind them, "Do you need help?" the kind purple jumpsuit wearing coach asked as she stared down at the two who were tangled on eachother's limbs.

"Could you please-"

"Get Ryoma off me!"

"God damn it Aomine!"

"Lady help! It's hard to breathe!"

Ryuzaki-sensei bit back another chuckle and pulled the two boys apart with ease. "Better now?" she asked, amused by the two who were currently glaring daggers at the other.

"Hmph" the two huffed turning their backs to one another.

Ryuzaki stayed with the kids until they weren't in any threat of danger and couldn't stop the smile when she saw the adopted son of Nanjiro latch onto the other's jacket sleeve with his good hand, his face down in embarrassment. 'Kids these days… Always learning things the hard way… Well either that or not learning at all…'