I AM SOSOSOSOSO SORRY I'M SO LATE. *Sobs* Everything was going smoothly until…THE GAME. I stared at that part thinking, 'Fuck. What am I going to do…' TT A TT and then last/this week I have tests and my drama club audition…*balls up in a corner*
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A/N: Possible OOC, Please read & review, constructive criticism welcome.
Warning: Fem! Ryoma and some dirty mouths.
This is Japanese
These are thoughts (italics will also be used for TV)
'These are calls'
This is English
Fuji Syuusuke reached his dorm room looking very, very pleased. He almost pranced in and he wore an extremely big smile on his pretty face.
So to say that when he came in, it was lucky he didn't have a roommate, otherwise they would've high-tailed it out of Japan ASAP… it was not an overstatement.
He walked briskly to his desk searching immediately. He listened to the song he previously recorded a few times before typing the chorus into the search engine.
"Hmmm…. Blue Bird…by HiKaRi…. eh…" Fuji quickly looked over the information and searched the name eager to get some info.
Fuji's eyes widened slightly before a sly smile graced his lips once again.
"Pretty famous…. HiKaRi is a Japanese-Americansinger, songwriter. Very little is known about the idol besides the few pieces of information media has been able to retrieve. Her usual attire is a poufy cap with black and white patterns, a long-sleeved white shirt and a black vest with back pants. She is most well known for mixing Japanese into English and English into Japanese as well as doing this with various other languages these two being most common-
"Fuji! It's almost time for lights out so you better get to bed!" Oishi interrupted, startling Fuji (but of course he did not show it).
He, Fuji, put his usual expression on before answering.
"Saa… Thank you, Oishi, I almost forgot."
Oishi gave a kind smile back,
"Aa, no problem, Fuji" He closed the door to remind the next room.
"Oh well, I suppose you'll have to wait till tomorrow, HiKaRi~san..." He shut his laptop.
Bzz! Bzz! Bzzz!
A sleeping figure rolled over.
Bzzz! Bzz! Bzz!
Ryoma curled into the blankets further, burrowing her head.
Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!
"Ugh…."
An annoyed golden eye peered out from under the blankets, looking at the clock.
4:52 AM
An eyebrow twitched.
Bzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!
A hand slammed onto the poor orange device, lifting it to her ear.
"Aniki. It is HOURS until I have to get up. Why the F-"
'Hey, Ryoma. Who said it was your brother, huh? '
Catlike, golden eyes widened a bit before frowning.
"You!?"
- (Before the call) -
Kevin Smith was a very. …Cheerful person.
He liked to think it was impossible not to be when you were living as wonderfully as he was.
He was winning tennis tournaments up and down the globe, great friends, and earning his own money all at age 16.
He had recently been in Australia, busy training for an upcoming Junior league match.
So when he went walking around the airport, waiting for his flight to start boarding, he did not expect to hear what he did.
Can he really be blamed for spitting out his soda?
" Well it's amazing isn't it? Such a young one leaving a giant impression on the tennis circuit, no probably the entire world even. That Ryoma Echizen sure sounds like a lot, it's a shame he never came on the show."
"Well John, many countries are indeed in an uproar. I believe that boy did some modeling and was a spokesperson for quite a few companies, Fanta being one of them. Not only that, but another very popular teen also took a leave from profession recently. That idol wasn't it? The one that no one seems to know the true identity of?"
"Yes, the one who uses HiKaRi as her title right? She never shows her face during her concerts, and no one knows her actual hair color. Not much is known besides her gender. I believe that she had already left the country by the time her manager announced her leave. It was as big an uproar as the Prince's after that."
"Hah! Well it's no wonder that this is still going on months later! Two of the biggest idols of the decade- maybe even the century- leaving within a month of each other!?"
"They just disappeared. They just left the world in a lurch."
"Honestly, the youn-"
Kevin didn't hear the rest. He stood there for a full five minutes, slack-jawed and eyes wide. He at least closed his mouth when he realized he was getting more than a few odd looks.
"Ryo…." He muttered, almost growing in frustration. He was still a bit shell-shocked at the new revelation….new to him anyway…but it was starting to sink in. He shook his head a bit in an attempt to refresh his mind. He walked (Read: stomped) back to his terminal.
Inside he was a raging, furious, fiery storm.
Ryomaaaaaa! He screamed inwardly. What the hell!? Why didn't she tell me! Why would she do this! What the fuck! It's way too sudden! Did she even tell any of us!? Argh…she's so frustrating! When I see her I'm gunna-
"Flight 3188 Australia to New York now boarding. I repeat…" The announcement rang from the attendant's mini mic.
Kevin gathered up his suitcase and carry-on, sighing as he trudged his way to the forming line.
He adjusted his sunglasses, and gave a small huff, he needed to call that girl the minute he could.
Handing the woman his ticket, his gaze strayed to the giant window on the side of the building where the wall should be.
…I wonder if they know yet…
-At ranking matches-
( by the way I will not be putting in like all the details of the tournament, or all the matches, only doing the ones that are important.)
Ryoma sighed, sitting on the bench. She picked up her water bottle, flicking the top open with her thumb and brought it to her lips before taking a gulp.
Water's still sorta dull…
No matter how much she wanted the grape-flavored delicacy under the codename 'Ponta', no matter how utterly terrible your opponent is you do need actual water.
She thought back to that morning, ah the memories, how Horio (freshmen are allowed in ranking matches, since Yukimura, Tezuka and most of the regulars were already pretty good by their first year so it seemed fair) gloated for 7 minutes before he actually got in position, how he seemed stunned when he missed the ball because he was talking….how Ryoma beat him in under ten minutes (not counting the first seven)….
And earlier than that too when he called, and she had literally gotten the verbal smack down of a lifetime. Seriously, that guy can match Kaa-san when she's yelling at Oyaji about his porn… She held back a shiver.
She'd just finished a game with an un-named Second year and needless to say, Ryoma had beaten him 6-0.
The freshmen frowned a bit. Initially, she had expected the ranking matches to be slightly more…exciting. Letting out a slightly loud breath, she stood up and walked out of the courts for a break before her next game.
Well, I guess since it's only non-regulars until the last two games it makes sense, but stiillll…. Whining inwardly, she trudged past spectators that talked under their breaths.
She sat against one of the walls, absentmindedly watching the freshmen trio, Katsuo and Kachiro trying to console yet ignore Horio's constant complaining.
Ah…I haven't turned in my score….Feeling a bit apathetic she lugged herself over to Oishi, Jackal and Ohtori who were at the scoreboards.
"Block D, Ryoma Echizen, 6-0"
"Hai, right Echizen-chan…Block D…." Ohtori went to write it down.
"Ah, Echizen. You…. You're playing Akaya right?" Jackal asked from where he sat.
"….Un." Ryoma didn't bother pointing out how her sempai assumed she'd win the next match to play before Kirihara.
"Eh, really?" Oishi looked up. "Oh no, that's not good…You're so small too….Oh my….Why would they do it like this….?"
Ryoma visibly twitched at the small comment.
Nevertheless, she asked.
"Oishi-sempai…what are you talking about?"
But already Oishi was spinning into hysterics, no longer with them, but instead mumbling about, 'Why Tezuka!?' and 'I need to let the nurse know, and a first aid kit would be good to…oh my oh my...'
Jackal sighed. Looking back at the girl, who stared at Oishi and Ohtori who was trying to calm him, a mildly amused expression adorning her face.
"Well anyway, Echizen it would be best for you not to get Akaya to irritated. Be careful not to get hurt."
Ryoma furrowed her eyebrows slightly in confusion.
"…. Haa…."
Ahhh, whatever that was about I guess I'll find out sooner or later…
She walked over to another court to see Kaido and Momo stopping in the middle of their match because of an argument. Almost all the spectators looked like they wanted to facepalm. She gave a small snort of amusement at the small mutter of 'Seigaku's Dog and Monkey pair, alright…'
…. 10 more minutes…. that's enough time I guess…
And she walked (rather quickly…) to the vending machine, happy flowers floating off her.
Akaya was mentally panicking. Why, he didn't really know.
He was playing that girl later but he didn't have enough time to decide whether or not he liked her. He just barely talked to her but the others seemed to know her.
The main problem is his other side. It was good against other teams. But this was just ranking matches and part of his team. So usually he'd play depending on who he was playing with.
Really didn't know how to feel about that girl. He didn't really like her too much really but then he'd just met her so...
so...
uh...
His brain wasn't working to well, today and tomorrow and well since he was born but whatever. But again, he was playing her later. Everyone told him she was really good so he supposed he would have to play normally, and he'd seen her play too.
He'd never been in this situation so he didn't really know how to do this. He knew about his other side and although he knew it made him better it also made him play violently as people told him. He had never really been conscious while it happened though.
Ugh, his head hurt. Ah well, he'd just play normally and hope nothing happened.
-(For the actual match I'll try my best since the match is rather important to the story at a certain level, I apologize beforehand if I fail spectacularly)-
"Ah, wait, wait let's go see match!"
"That's a cool match-up, Echizen against Kirihara eh?"
"Ehhhh, Isn't that bad? Echizen's really small and Kirihara's…you know."
"Hope she doesn't get-Ah! Shhhh…"
Ryoma walked into the court in a good mood. Ponta always makes one happy. It's great like that.
Where's Kirihara-sempai, I wanna start now~
Akaya came in walking straight to the net.
"Ready, chibi?"
A frown.
"Don't call me that."
"Smooth or Rough"
"Smooth"
The racket fell.
"Your serve." Said Akaya, swiftly moving to the other side of the court.
The spectators wanted to sweatdrop at his behavior. He was moving and behaving just like a robot!
"Hai, hai…"
Ryoma dribbled the ball for about 2 minutes straight just to irritate her opponent. Yes, she was in a very good mood.
"Oi, hurry up!"
"Hai…."
Ryoma tossed up the ball, back arched and legs tense. She sprang up exactly at the right moment. Perfect momentum, strength, and execution. A beautiful Twist Serve.
"Twist?" The ball whooshed past Kirihara, unbelievably fast and with hidden strength all in one serve.
"F-fifteen-love!"
Akaya narrowed his eyes. Keh, so she can do that too… How many professional moves does she know?
Ryoma scolded herself, in her enjoyment of the match she almost played to her regular playstyle. No. No. NO.
Bad Ryoma. That is not good. No special techniques. No special moves. Just BASICS. Come on, just imagine this is one of the stupid challenges from Oyaji.
AT that thought Ryoma scowled. She could hear him now teasing her and prodding her shorter shoulders with a rolled up magazine, which if unrolled, was full of offending pictures.
Maa, maa, Shoujo, You can't play anything other than your regular playstyle? HA! There's NO way you'll beat me at tennis like that. Mada Mada Dana.
Ryoma growled. She was going to burn a few magazines next time she sees him. Because she could. It's not like Kaa-san would get mad anyway.
She bounced the ball again before throwing it up in a regular serve still impossibly fast and as full of strength as before, but this time Akaya didn't have to figure out how to return it so it was shot back easily; they began a rally.
Nobody used any special moves. It was a plain rally, only the thwack of the racket was heard. Ryoma was completely in control of the flow though. By their fifth game Akaya's patience was at it's limit.
He wasn't used to a kind of game where all one does is rally. And even though she wasn't doing anything special she was winning! Everytime he tried to do something besides a regular return she effectively avoided it.
It was unbelievably frustrating.
Akaya hissed as he went to the baseline. The girl was getting more and more frustrating.
"Ehhhh….What's wrong Kirihara-sempai, can't keep up?" A drawl came from the other side of the court.
That girl…she….she…She! He couldn't think. His conscious mind was slipping between reality and the terrifying red that tainted all his surroundings; it only came when he lost control.
Akaya never really liked his Demon Mode. No matter how much stronger, faster, better, it made him, it was still an incredibly terrifying process.
His eyes were beginning to stain that revolting crimson color blocking his senses and making the world diluted and drenched in the sickening shade.
His nerves and adrenaline were racing now, pumping, churning, twisting in the excited manner of wanting everything to be marked. Be ugly just like him.
All he could see was red, Red RED.
His conscious slipped over the edge, into the abyss.
"I…"
He got up slowly from the crouched position.
"I'll dye you red! YEAHAHAHA!"
Akaya's to dramatic. Ryoma's way too in love with Ponta. Why brain, just why.
Yeah, so I decided to split it in half since I need to freshen up a bit on Akaya's transformation stuffies. Again, super, super, super sorries about the long wait…The match was really hard for me is why OTL.
Edit: Uwah! I forgot! I'm gonna start Replying to review here instead of in PM's so...
FudoYuki: Fufufufu...Yep, he's very interested indeed~ Thank you for Reviewing!
Nispedana: I'm gonna respond to all three here. 1. Ah...^^;; I know I'm slowly trying to make them longer...Ah, yes I was having quite some trouble with PoV switching and I'm still rather bad at it...oAo;; Thank you~ 2. Thank you! wahaha I find Ryoma's unconventional thinking cute~ So I cuddle it~ (whatever the heck that means...) Actually I spaced it out on the word doc. but when I posted it came out like that and I don't know why... Sadly I didn't draw it...I wish i could draw that well? TAT Fuji has his own sense of awesome that only really makes sense in Fuji-topia. 3. Ehh? *is confused* fufufufu yep, Monkey Kei-chan shows up in a few more chapters...Thanks for the reviews~!
Geminine: Thank you thank you thank you! I know...I'm not good at summaries...orz Anyway thank you for your review~
JigokuTenshi834: Evil Fuji's are the most lovable~ I think I sent you a PM already but whatever, it's cuz the different cooking styles and yeah~~ Thank you for the review!
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Shizaki Kuro: Yay~ We all know Fuji has Alphabetical files in his head FILLED with blackmail on everybody. Ryoma's new so he has to up his stock~ Thank you for the review!
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