A.N. well, it's me again! Sorry it has been so long since my last update, but I have been very busy with my exams and JUST as I was finishing them my computer died and my internet has been playing up, just my luck hu? In the time that I had to spare while I was waiting for my computer to be fixed I discovered death note. It is possibly the BEST thing that has happened in the history of the world (except for PoT!). So I am writing this as a break from Death Note (I have been reading/watching/obsessing about it non stop). So here is the next chapter of Anyone For Tennis… I hope you enjoy!

P.S. I know that Ryoma is VERY out of character in this story… but please stay with it… I am just trying to show that he is indeed human, cos I think that most people think that he is a robot.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own PoT, but I DO own Masaru… she is my pride and joy so please be nice to her!

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Chapter 11 – Untitled

The TV was too loud for Masaru's taste. Even though she was the one that had turned it up t that volume in the first place, the prolonged exposure to the noise was making her ears hurt. Pulling herself up from the couch on which she was on, and grabbing her crutches from the floor, Masaru hobbled across the living room to the TV and picked up the remote that she had left balancing on to of it.

Turning the volume down by half, she chucked the remote over to where she had just been sitting, and slowly made her way back over to the couch and lay back down on it. Looking at the clock that was glowing on the VCR, Masaru wondered how long it would be until Ryoma returned from his practice. Things were boring here without her twin.

Picking up the remote, Masaru started to flick through the channels, her tired mind not processing the strings of Japanese words that were coming out of the speakers at a whisper. Why couldn't it be in English? Then she might actually be able to understand it half he time.

Stopping on some random channel that was showing some commercial for what looked like skin cream, Masaru dropped the remote on to the floor next to her and tucked her arms behind her head. Lifting her left leg up in to the air, she started to slowly point and flex her foot, wincing as pain shot up through her ankle. Dropping her leg back down on to the couch, Masaru swore in frustration. She hated her injuries. A sprained ankle, bruised ribs and (insert lung condition here). And because of these three darling conditions, she was not aloud to do any 'strenuous' activities, which happened to include everything except walking a few meters and going to the toilet by herself. She as actually surprised her father was not trailing her every movement.

Pushing herself up in to a sitting position, feeling pressure on her ribs and lungs as she did so, Masaru started to massage her ankle. "それは傷つく!" she sighed to herself as lay bask down "maybe I shouldn't do that again for a while"

"That's probably a good idea", came an unexpected chuckle from the doorway.

Twisting slightly to look over at the doorway, Masaru saw Ryoma, face slightly red from his run home and covered in sweat, leaning on the doorframe. Turning back around and making herself comfortable on the couch, as Ryoma left the doorway and walked over and sat next her feet. "How was practice?"

Seeing Ryoma flop backwards so hat he was laying over the arm of lounge, Masaru giggled, "not well I take it?"

Groaning slightly, Ryoma pulled one of the lounge pillows out from underneath him and covered his face with it. "I told Tezuka about you after practice" came his muffled voice from underneath the beige pillow

"And…" Masaru said, reaching over to try and pull the pillow away from her brother's face, trying to not damage herself any more than she already had in the process. "is he letting you off the hook for being less that your spectacular, amazing, tennis playing self?"

Dropping the pillow and lifting his head slightly so hat he could see his sister, Ryoma gave her a slightly amused look, "No…he actually didn't really mention anything about my crappy tennis after I brought you up"

Giggling slightly, Masaru pushed herself up on to the lounge so that she was sitting properly "of course! People always forget about you, brother, the moment my name is brought in to the conversation! It's only natural I guess, I am the better twin after all!"

Shaking his head at his sister's extremely odd from of Australian humor, Ryoma kicked out one of his feet, gently knocking his sister's good leg, "it is, isn't it? He was so impressed by you that he actually wants me to bring you to tennis practice on Monday… it's funny how these things happen isn't it?"

Looking in to his sister's face, Ryoma was saddened to see a mixture of sadness and apprehension at the mention of the possibility of attending a tennis practice. He could almost se her mind working a mile per minuet, trying to come up with some reason not to go within a hundred kilometers of a tennis court. Tilting his head to the side, Ryoma listened to his sister's reply "I can't… I'm injured"

Scoffing slightly at the lame excuse, Ryoma elaborated further "he doesn't want you to join the club, or even train, he just said that I should bring you along, that he wants to meet you… you can at least do that"

"No"

Ryoma was stating to get a little frustrated now, normally he had quite a high tolerance when it came to his sister, but not when tennis, HIS tennis was involved, and if Masaru wouldn't go and meet Tezuka, HIS place in the team may be in danger. "What is with you?" he ALMOST shouted at her "tennis is our life; I know you want to go!"

Swinging her legs off the couch and looking over at the door way, Masaru took a deep breath "its not that I don't want to go, its that I CANT go" looking back to her brother, Masaru gave a sad smile "I cant get buck in to the world on tennis again, and going there, meeting them, seeing the court, I wont be able to help myself"

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

Running her hands though her now short hair Masaru heaved a sigh, "I don't know anymore."

Maneuvering himself on the couch, so that he was sitting in the same position as his sister Ryoma tried again, "just come to training… please, you wont even have to stay and watch if you don't want to, just… come and meet Tezuka" Seeing his sister stand up and reach for her crutches out of the corners of his eyes, Ryoma stood up, waiting for her answer.

"I'll go see him, but that's it" she said, turning and slowly making her way out of the room, "I can't be drawn back in to tennis"

Monday came around too soon for everyone in the Echizen households taste. Ryoma had called Momo the day before, telling him that he no longer needed a lift to school in the mornings, Momo had been suspicious and asked a lot of questions, most of which had been "Are you still going to be going to Segaku?" and "Why don't you need a ride, I thought you said it was too far to walk?"

All Ryoma could do was shrug him off with a simple "I'll tell you at practice on Monday" knowing that Momo would not be happy about waiting that long, but what else could he do? He didn't want to tell him straight out about Masaru over the phone.

Standing in the Living room, Ryoma was waiting impatiently for his sister and father to be ready. Thanks to the fact that Masaru could not get around long distances on her own because of her crutches, Nanjiro had kindly offered to drive them both to school until she was back off the crutches and they could both make their way to school on their own.

Hearing thumping on the stairs Ryoma knew that his sister was FINALY ready for school, all they needed now was their father. Fed up with waiting, Ryoma left the living room and walked down the hallway and in to the kitchen, where he knew his baka oyaji would be pigging out on what ever was left in the fridge from the Chinese take out that they had had that night before.

Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, Ryoma could just see the backside of his father poking out of the fridge from behind the bench top. Deciding to have a little fun with his father, Ryoma walked over to the benched and drew in a large breath and shouted as loud as he could "OYAJI!"

The reaction was instantaneous. The baka's head shot up in surprise and collided with the shelve in the fridge above him and a string of curses flew out of him mouth. Smiling in satisfaction, Ryoma headed back out of the kitchen calling back to his father on the way "if you don't get a move on we are going to be late"

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A.N. ok so I was going to write a lot more on this chapter… but my mum just came home and brought me lunch and I have to get ready to go out tonight and practice my piano (I am learning moonlight sonata) so I better leave it here… but do not fear! The next chapter will probably be up within the next week, it really depends on how I feel…

Well you know the drill, read, review, author happy… tell me what you think!

Oh by the way "それは傷つく!"Means "it hurts!" which is the closet thing in Japanese to "Ouch!"