Thanks for reviewing, everyone. Maybe I shld start raising my standards
then. Sth like, if I don't get at least 3 reviews per chap, I don't
continue? A bit evil, but I think, fair. And I do try to consider
everyone's review, so I shall pose a few questions now.
Is Tezuka too OOC? Is Kaito too unsuitable for a girl's name? Is she too irritating ?
A bit more of my story. Hope everyone will enjoy it!
Pairing: RyoSaku.[I want another pairing, but it may not be well accepted, so I'll have to consider it a bit more]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except this plot and my OCs.
The game started, after much warm ups.[I'm sorry if everyone likes details, but I'm not really good at it, so it'll be not much detail.] And Nanjiroh really did find something odd. Her playing skills were...
" Kaito-chan! Your performance really is dipping! Haven't you been practicing much?" Kaito wasn't one who blushed easily, but she felt embarrassment. Nanjiroh also noticed another thing. Her footwork had lost its stiffness. In the past, when she played, she would stand slightly more stiffly and that would bog her game down a bit. Now , her footwork was still firm but had that spring and grace to it. Her agility had also improved. All that messed her game up was lack of practice. It wasn't the normal type of lack either. It seemed as if she hadn't played much for a long time. Her skill was still there, fortunately, but she badly needed practice to regain her once superb form.
With Kaito's natural ability to play tennis and her skills, she didn't lose too badly. But her uncle had to know the answer to her poorer form. She played exactly the same as the last time they met. Theoretically, she was supposed to improve to be good enough to beat him, not lose by a small margin. For teenage prodigies, like Kaito and Ryoma, a year would be more than sufficient to improve, more less two.
"Brother, tell me why her form's like this? It's not good enough for a professional tennis player of her age." Nanjiroh decided to ask his dear elder brother.
"Kaito hasn't been practicing much since we left Japan. She refused to tell me why and has been much more involved with dance instead." When Kaito was 13, they moved over to America, on company orders. Nanjiroh knew that his niece was a natural athlete and loved all sports, and in particular, dance and tennis. He didn't really like dance, they were for more lady-like girls.
"You haven't improved much. In fact, Ryoma's playing skills are catching up really fast." He told his niece. Kaito bit her lip. What could she say? No one should know about her innermost thoughts.
"Never mind. Why don't you go talk to Ryoma. We adults shall have a drink before your aunt serves dinner."
"Kaito-san, don't take my father's words to hard. He can be quite a baka at times." Ryoma tried to say.
"It's true, Ryoma. Your playing skills could be better than mine by now." They headed to Ryoma's room. A white cat walked out of it.
"Karupin!" Kaito loved the little kitty. She picked it up and stroked it.
"It's grown much bigger since the last time I saw it. And still so kawaii!"
"Why did you devote yourself to dance rather than tennis ? You always said you liked tennis more." Ryoma said very seriously.
Is Tezuka too OOC? Is Kaito too unsuitable for a girl's name? Is she too irritating ?
A bit more of my story. Hope everyone will enjoy it!
Pairing: RyoSaku.[I want another pairing, but it may not be well accepted, so I'll have to consider it a bit more]
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except this plot and my OCs.
The game started, after much warm ups.[I'm sorry if everyone likes details, but I'm not really good at it, so it'll be not much detail.] And Nanjiroh really did find something odd. Her playing skills were...
" Kaito-chan! Your performance really is dipping! Haven't you been practicing much?" Kaito wasn't one who blushed easily, but she felt embarrassment. Nanjiroh also noticed another thing. Her footwork had lost its stiffness. In the past, when she played, she would stand slightly more stiffly and that would bog her game down a bit. Now , her footwork was still firm but had that spring and grace to it. Her agility had also improved. All that messed her game up was lack of practice. It wasn't the normal type of lack either. It seemed as if she hadn't played much for a long time. Her skill was still there, fortunately, but she badly needed practice to regain her once superb form.
With Kaito's natural ability to play tennis and her skills, she didn't lose too badly. But her uncle had to know the answer to her poorer form. She played exactly the same as the last time they met. Theoretically, she was supposed to improve to be good enough to beat him, not lose by a small margin. For teenage prodigies, like Kaito and Ryoma, a year would be more than sufficient to improve, more less two.
"Brother, tell me why her form's like this? It's not good enough for a professional tennis player of her age." Nanjiroh decided to ask his dear elder brother.
"Kaito hasn't been practicing much since we left Japan. She refused to tell me why and has been much more involved with dance instead." When Kaito was 13, they moved over to America, on company orders. Nanjiroh knew that his niece was a natural athlete and loved all sports, and in particular, dance and tennis. He didn't really like dance, they were for more lady-like girls.
"You haven't improved much. In fact, Ryoma's playing skills are catching up really fast." He told his niece. Kaito bit her lip. What could she say? No one should know about her innermost thoughts.
"Never mind. Why don't you go talk to Ryoma. We adults shall have a drink before your aunt serves dinner."
"Kaito-san, don't take my father's words to hard. He can be quite a baka at times." Ryoma tried to say.
"It's true, Ryoma. Your playing skills could be better than mine by now." They headed to Ryoma's room. A white cat walked out of it.
"Karupin!" Kaito loved the little kitty. She picked it up and stroked it.
"It's grown much bigger since the last time I saw it. And still so kawaii!"
"Why did you devote yourself to dance rather than tennis ? You always said you liked tennis more." Ryoma said very seriously.