I've just realized that none of the spacebars i had put in the previous chapters appeared! I'm so incredibly sorry! I feel horrible about it! FF is being mean to me so really sorry for any errors T.T
CHAPTER 6
Akaya's point of view:
I have no idea why I'm so nervous; I'm here to study English, no big deal. But then again why can't I press the damn doorbell already! Shifting my English books to my other hand I pressed the doorbell, a second later an older man answered the door, Ryoma's dad maybe?
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Hello Echizen-san. I'm…um…here to study with Sora" I said feeling like a complete idiot.
The man broke into a grin and turned towards the house.
"Sora! Your boyfriends here!"
What! I felt my face heat up, "I…I'm not her boyfriend…I'm just…"
Sora had come to the door and looked at me then she turned to the man with a glare.
"Kirihara is here to study Uncle Nanjiro, he's not my boyfriend, now go bother Auntie Rinko or something!" her Uncle grinned at her then turned to look at me. He put on a pretty scary face and he began looking at me curiously.
"You play tennis?"
"Y…Yes."
"Name?"
"Akaya Kirihara.."
Am I being interrogated?
"Grade?"
"Uh…third year."
"Right we'll discuss this afterwards for now you're okay." he nodded and left.
"Sorry about that, come on in." Sora gestured inside the house. I entered the Echizen residence and followed Sora upstairs.
"Kirihara?" I turned to the voice.
"Ryoma Echizen." I nodded once.
Ryoma shared a look with Sora. "We're studying, you can come in after an hour." Sora shrugged.
"You sure I won't be interrupting anything?" Ryoma smirked.
Sora blushed slightly and I just tried to cover my face with my hair.
"Baka, shut up." Sora muttered, she opened one of the doors.
"Come in." she told me. I entered Sora's bedroom and looked around, it was tidy, which wasn't a big surprise. It seemed kind of elegant, though expected of Sora, the room was colored in shades of cream and light brown, in the middle of the room was a desk with two chairs on either side. Sora gestured to one of the chairs and I sat down.
"Want anything? Water? Ponta?"
"No thanks." I said. Sora shrugged and took out a ponta for herself then she came and sat down, she took out her own English books and flipped through some of the pages. It seemed like there was a long awkward silence, and it was killing me, I'd rather be arguing with her instead of being this quiet.
Sora let out a low sigh, "So Kirihara, I know some things have happened and my Uncle and Ryoma acted like idiots, but lets just forget about everything else okay?"
"Right." I nodded, "So what do you want to start with?"
"First of all…how bad is your English?"
"Lets just start at the very...very beginning" I suggested.
"Alright." Sora nodded
Sora's point of view:
Teaching Akaya wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I actually think he understood a lot, and while we studied we'd talk about something totally off topic then start studying again. Ryoma had come in a few times, busting the door open and none of us missed the disappointment on his face when he looked at mine and Akaya's blank expressions at the desk.
"Okay." I closed the book, "Lets try a simple conversation."
Akaya nodded, closing his book as well.
"hello my name is sora echizen, what's yours?"
"My name is Akaya Kirihara."
"What grade are you in?"
"I am in the 12th grade in Rikkai Dai"
"What's your favorite sport?" I asked him
"My favorite sport is tennis." Akaya suddenly grinned, "What is your favorite sport?"
I rolled my eyes, "Mine is also tennis."
"Do you like to play tennis?" Akaya asked slowly, testing out the words.
"I don't play tennis."
"No? then why…is…no…what is…that?" Akaya pointed to the corner of my room. I turned to look where he was pointing too, and my eyes widened. Damn it I forgot to put away my tennis racket!
"That's Ryoma's." I said, trying to be nonchalant.
"Suuure." Akaya nodded, "So how about after this we play a game?"
I glared at him then looked out the window and smiled, "Well for starters that wouldn't be fair because I don't know how to play and also its already dark out."
Akaya turned to the window and he cussed under his breath.
"what's wrong?" I asked.
"I told my family I'd be home before dark. I'm sorry I just need to call home." he said, taking out his cellphone.
"No problem."
Just then Ryoma burst in again and when he saw me and Akaya he sighed, "Yo Sora, Mom says that Akaya should stay for dinner."
"No thanks, I should really be getting home." Akaya shook his head.
"Come on, my Aunt makes great food, besides its already late. Just tell your family you'll be getting home later." I told him.
"I don't know, I don't want to disturb your family." Akaya said. I never expected Akaya to be a gentleman.
"Its okay, besides we could play a game after dinner." Ryoma suggested.
Akaya's eyes lit up at the mention of tennis, "Lemme just call first."
Ryoma and I nodded and waited for Akaya. Ryoma kept smirking at me and I just kept glaring at him.
"No more jokes or messing around!" I warned him. Ryoma and I usually speak in English when we're talking about something we don't want others to over hear.
"Whatever do you mean, cousin?"
"You know what I mean, tell Uncle Nanjiro too, no more boyfriend jokes."
"And what if we accidentally let slip you play tennis?" Ryoma smirked crossing his arms.
"You wouldn't!"
"Accidents happen."
"I hate you." I growled.
Ryoma grinned quickly and flicked my ponytail, I slapped his hand away and Ryoma went downstairs. That Ryoma, if only the rest of the world knew what a sadist he was.
"So?" I asked Akaya, when he got off his cell.
"Its okay if I stay, but are you sure it's okay with you?"
"Of course it is." I nodded, "And since when are you the gentleman?"
Akaya grinned, holding the door open for me and bowing with a gesture of his hand, I smirked and went through the door.
"You haven't met all my senpai's yet. They taught me everything I know." Akaya said, he seemed to have a tone of nostalgia.
"I'm sure English wasn't one of them?" I grinned. Akaya shot me a playful glare and just like Ryoma had done before, he flicked my ponytail to the side.
"Hey!"
Akaya chuckled, "I can see why Ryoma likes to do this to you." Before he could flick at my hair again I took out my hair band and let my hair loose around me.
"Hah!" I smirked.
"Your hair's really long." he said suddenly.
"Um…thanks?" I said as we went down the stairs, "Now neither you or Ryoma can flick my ponytail now!" I nodded triumphantly.
Akaya shrugged, "Your hair is nicer when it's down anyways."
My mouth fell agape as Akaya walked on ahead towards the dinner table; did he just say what I thought I heard him say? I shook my head and walked over to the table where Uncle Nanjiro and Ryoma were already sitting.
Auntie Rinko set some food on the table after greeting Akaya then she turned to me covering her mouth, "He's so cute!" she mouthed to me. I internally groaned as I sat the table in front of Akaya. Akaya shot me a grin when I looked up and I just rolled my eyes at him as I passed him the salad.
"So Akaya-kun you play tennis?" Aunt Rinko asked with a smile.
"Yes ma'am." Akaya nodded.
"He's the buchou of our school's tennis team." I said absently.
"Really? You must be very good then." Aunt Rinko nodded her head approvingly.
"I still have a ways to go." Akaya shrugged as he, Ryoma and I shared a smile at Ryoma's favorite catch phrase.
"The food is amazing by the way, , thank you for allowing me to stay." Akaya bowed his head.
"Aww, you're so polite!" Aunt Rinko gushed.
After dinner, Akaya had become Aunt Rinko's favorite.
"You have to come over more often, Akaya darling!"
"Thank you Mrs. Echizen. After your wonderful cooking it would be hard not to."
"Aww, how cute! And how many times do I have to tell you call me Rinko!"
"Yo Kirhara, want to play a game now?" Ryoma asked, tired of hearing his mom act like a child.
"If you'll excuse me Rinko-san?"
"Of course darling, I'll make cookies!"
Akaya nodded and walked over to me, stretching his arms, "Your aunts really nice and you were right her cooking is really good."
"Yeah, yeah, come on the courts are this way." I led Akaya to the tennis court and I gave him a tennis racket.
Ryoma was on the court already, when Uncle Nanjiro came with a racket in hand.
"Sorry son, this one's my game."