"Go, daddy! Go, daddy! Go, go, go Daddy!"

A little girl, barely more than five, bounced around the edge of the tennis courts, picking up stray balls, and cheering her father.

"G-O, D-A-D!" She spelled out, bouncing up and down, her braided hair bouncing. "Goooo, Daddy!"

"40 to love, you're losing your touch, Momo-chan." The young man smirked, pulling the brim of his hat down.

"Go Daddy!" She voiced again, bouncing with energy you can only find in one so young. "Go daddy, go daddy, go daddy, go daddy!" She repeated without tire, bouncing each time.

He returned the ball, it zipped toward Momo, he barely had time to get his racquet up, it bounced off the rim, going high and out of bounds, towards the little girl. She bounced out of way, with ease that told other's that she'd been to many of her father's games, cheering him on and dodging tennis balls.

"G-O, D-A-D!" She said in a sing song voice, dancing around to her words. "G-O, D-A-D!!"

"Would someone please shut tha-" The man on the second court didn't even finish his sentence before His serve smacked him right in the face.

"Oh, really, Ryoma!" Momo shook his head. "That makes it my point."

He shrugged. "It was worth it."

The little girl stuck her tongue out at the bruised man. "You got hit, because my daddy's so much better than you, so don't be mean, or he'll hit you again! Nyah!" She spun around, facing her father's game again. "GO DADDY!" She said with added vigor. Ryoma smirked.

The game continued, the little girl bouncing around the court with continued cheers of "Go, daddy!" and "G-O, D-A-D!". The players weren't fazed, it being something they were used to.

"That was out." Ryoma said blandly, turning to the side to make sure it landed where he thought. The little girl paused and giggled, running forward and holding out the small net bag she carried with her to hold the stray balls she found, catching the ball inside it. She beamed at her father, and he smiled back.

She paused in her cheering again, a few minutes later, hearing her daddy's cellphone ring. He'd just served, so she answered it.

"Moshii, moshii!" She said sweetly, the way she'd always heard her momma say it.

"Mommy!" She said, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. "No, he's almost done, I think. Momo-chan looks like he's sick, a little." She giggled a little girlish giggle, her hand in front of her mouth. "No, mommy, but he did hit another mean man, earlier."

An arm wrapped around her waist from behind, picking her up and hugging her against her daddy's chest. "That's you're mommy, isn't it?" He said. She giggled and nodded.

He set her back down and took the phone from her. She giggled and took his hat, and started bouncing again.

"Yes, Sakuno-chan, the game is almost over."


A/N: Hey! I know, this is teeny tiny short, but I just had to write it. And I promise I don't usually use original characters. But, if you've read my profile you'd know that, after reading this series, I've been attempting to pick up Tennis. Where we live, there are two tennis courts in a type of community area for our neighborhood, and, though usually empty, there are four guys that play there a lot at night, when it's cooled down. They're really good and I've watched them play a few times, but when I went there tonight, one of the men had brought his daughter. And the entire time, she was catching tennis balls for him, and cheering "Go, daddy!" and I just thought that was adorable.

PS: If there's a more common name for Momo-chan, or one that Ryoma would still use at about 25 years old, please feel free to tell me! Arigatou!