For all RyoSaku fans.

To all who leave comments, thanks!!!

For those who are wondering what Ryoma's song "Futari" is all about... well, lets just say it is really a nice and meaningful song! The song is in Ryoma's new album "SR Samurai". Song is in Japanese but I used the English translation here for better understanding.

Warning: Sorry, I always write out of character. Can't help it... really!

Note: I don't own Prince of Tennis, but I wish I did...

Sakuno walked towards the tennis courts after school.

"Ah! Sakuno you came!" Tomoka hugged Sakuno the moment she saw her.

"Tomo chan..." Sakuno said pushing Tomoka gently.

"You really ditch that Hideki guy for Ryoma sama! I am so happy!" Tomoka smiled happily.

Sakuno sighed.

"I didn't ditch him for Echizen san. It's just that I didn't feel like watching a movie today." Sakuno replied.

"Liar! I know you came here to show your support for Ryoma sama." Tomoka said.

"I came here to see obasan, not Echizen san!" Sakuno said.

Sakuno pushed the gate and walked into the tennis court. She waited for her grandmother.

"What is it Sakuno?" Ryuzaki sensei asked.

"What time are you meeting me tomorrow?" Sakuno asked.

Ryuzaki sensei blinked, looking confused.

"You are supposed to practice with me tennis tomorrow, obasan!" Sakuno reminded her grandmother.

"Oh... is it? Sorry Sakuno, but I got something on tomorrow. Maybe I can get someone else to replace me?" Ryuzaki sensei offered.

Obasan never keeps her promise. Sakuno thought angrily.

"Hmmm... maybe I can get Ryoma to replace me tomorrow? Is it ok with you?" Ryuzaki sensei asked.

"No! I don't want Echizen san to practice with me tomorrow!" Sakuno said angrily.

Echizen san huh...? This is something new. What happened to her "Ryoma kun"? Ryuzaki sensei thought with amusement.

"Sakuno, I am sure Ryoma is free tomorrow. He can practice with you tomorrow." Ryuzaki sensei said.

"Obasan! Ryoma is not free tomorrow, he got better things to do than practice tennis with me!" Sakuno cried.

"Who said I am not free tomorrow?" Ryoma asked as he entered the court.

Ryuzaki sensei smiled and gave Sakuno the "I told you so" look on her face.

"Ah Sakuno! You are going on a date with Ryoma sama again? How unfair!" Tomoka shouted from outside the gate.

"Date? As if..." Ryoma mumbled.

"So are you free tomorrow Ryoma?" Ryuzaki sensei asked.

Ryoma shrugged and put his bag down.

"Mada mada dane." He replied and took out a tennis racket from his bag.

Sakuno felt herself getting irritated with Ryoma's attitude. She was still upset about what happened during lunchtime and to see Ryoma's bratty attitude really got on her nerves.

"If you don't want to practice tomorrow, then say it! Quit mada mada dane me!" Sakuno said angrily.

Ryoma turned and frowned at Sakuno.

"Why can't I say mada mada dane to you?" Ryoma wanted to know.

Sakuno paused and looked down.

"You think too highly of yourself, Echizen san. Can't you say something nice to others, other than mada mada dane?" She said softly.

"You don't want me to say mada mada dane to you?" Ryoma raised his eyebrows.

Sakuno frowned and glared angrily at Ryoma.

How dare he ask me such a stupid question! Is he trying to make fun of me? Ryoma, you jerk! Sakuno cursed silently.

"Fine. I'll say something else." Ryoma said, putting his cap on his head.

Ryoma got up and walked over to Sakuno. He leaned closer towards her left ear.

"Sakuno chan?" Ryoma whispered to her.

Sakuno chan? He called me by my name! Sakuno thought. She was too shock to say anything.

Sakuno blushed and looked up into Ryoma's golden eyes.

Ryoma never took his eyes off her. He flashed her the famous chesire cat grin.

"Mada mada no mada dane!" Ryoma smirked and walked pass her.

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Ryoma looked at Karupin who was sleeping soundly beside him. He stroked the cat's soft fur in silent.

My song must be so boring that even Karupin fell asleep. Ryoma thought lamely.

He looked at the watch on the wall.

11.48pm.

"It's 11.48pm already and I am not even half way done with this song. She better appreciate this song... especially with the amount of effort I put in." Ryoma said to himself.

Ryoma picked his lyrics and read it.

It seems so mushy. Ryoma thought, embarrassed.

"Oi seishounen, why aren't you sleeping?" Nanjiroh barged in.

"Can you at least knock before entering?" Ryoma asked his father.

Nanjiroh walked over and snatched the lyrics from Ryoma.

"Oyaji...!" Ryoma shouted.

"Let's see what we have here? If all of the world is crying, I will smile for your sake. When you shed tears of sorrow, I will hold you close." Nanjiroh read out loud.

"Oyaji..." Ryoma jumped out his bed and tried to snatch the paper from his father.

Nanjiroh raised the paper higher.

"Words just cannot express just how much I feel about you. Within my heart, softly, like a spot of sunshine, a gentle wind blows." Nanjiroh read aloud.

Ryoma blushed a deep crimson.

The words really sound so mushy when oyaji read it that way. Ryoma thought.

"Oi Ryoma, if you want this thing back, come and get it." Nanjiroh said as he slipped the paper into his kimono.

Najiroh waited for Ryoma to fight for his precious lyrics. He looked at his son who was still blushing.

Ryoma knew that it was no use fighting with his father for that paper. His father will only make him look like a big fool.

Ryoma sighed and lie down on his bed. He pulled a blanket over himself.

"Oyasumi nasai!" Ryoma said loudly from under his blanket.

"Chey, don't you even want to try and get it back?" Nanjiroh mumbled.

Ryoma ignored his father and pretended to snore loudly for his father to hear.

"Hmmm... how cute, pretending to sleep huh?" Nanjiroh said.

Nanjiroh knew how much Ryoma hates it whenever he called him cute. He really thinks Ryoma is cute, in some way.

No response from his son.

It's been a long time since I last saw Ryoma this cute. The way he blushed just now is adorable. Nanjiroh smiled at the thought of Ryoma blushing earlier on.

Nanjiroh knew that his son may be a brat, but beneath his mask, Ryoma is a nice and caring person. Ryoma is someone who attracts people but deep inside, he wants someone who can understand and like him for who he is.

Fathers knows his son best, right? Nanjiroh thought.

"Ahh... how I missed those days when Ryoma was still a baby. How cute! Especially when he said his first word... oyaji..." Nanjiroh teased his son.

Silence filled the air.

Maybe he is asleep. Nanjiroh thought.

He walked over and placed the paper next to Ryoma. He switched off the lights and closed the door.

"Young love... must be nice to be in love..." Nanjiroh sang loudly.

As soon as his father's voice fade, Ryoma pushed his blanket away and sat up.

"Baka oyaji..." Ryoma said and took the paper that his father left.

Ryoma yawned.

"I guess I have to embarrass myself tomorrow with this stupid song." Ryoma mumbled and slid the paper inside his guitar bag.