Okay, this was written at first for an icon/fic contest so now that the round is over I can now upload (the community has a very strict policy saying that I can't post it up anywhere until the round is over). It's very short, but I hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: Never owned it and never will
WARNING: No pairings for all you romance lovers
Predictions
Ryoma finally got up thanks to Karupin's furry tail, which tickled his nose and woke him up. Realizing the time the first year quickly stuffed his rackets into his bag and after changing into his uniform he quickly ran downstairs. Upon reaching downstairs he realized something that was sure to set his cousin off.
Behind the newspaper his father was reading a porn magazine. If Nanako caught him…Ryoma cast a nervous glance at his cousin who also realized the inappropriate magazine. Ryoma switched to his bored expression. If he was correct all hell would break loose in…
3…
The college student's face turned slightly pink before her eyebrows narrowed.
2…
Ryoma put his clenched fists to his ears and Karupin, knowing what was going to happen ducked under the couch.
1…
"UNCLE! WHAT IS THIS DOING HERE? I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO-!"
Ryoma continued on his way to school with breakneck speed knowing that he was going to have to run laps because he overslept… again. Momo constantly teased him for that. Upon arriving at the school's entrance Ryoma skidded and started running. He finally made it to the courts and ran on.
Upon his arrival, all activity ceased. Tezuka, who only after 2.5 seconds ago sent Momo and Kaidou running for getting into another fight looked at the first year with a stern.
'Here it comes,' thought Ryoma.
3…
2…
1…
"ECHIZEN! 50 LAPS FOR BEING LATE!" yelled the poker-faced buchou.
"Hai, buchou," muttered the first year setting down his bag and started running the 50 laps he'd been assigned… again. This was the 1…2…3rd time he'd been assigned laps for being late! He had to get a better alarm clock.
During English class Ryoma was once again dozing off seeing as this wasn't new to him. He could slack off the whole class and still ace the homework. Nouns and verbs weren't that hard to memorize. However, that didn't stop the teachers from trying to keep him awake and answer some questions. He predicted that the next one would happen in
3…
2…
1…
"ECHIZEN!" Ryoma bolted up even though he wasn't surprised at all.
"Hai!" he replied.
"Would you mind telling me what 'high school student' is?"
"Kokosei," replied the first year propping his head on his hands. 'The faculty should consider letting me take French instead,' thought Ryoma as the teacher drowned on and on about stuff that wasn't new. How boring.
Ryoma was seriously starting to think that today was not going to have any surprises. Normally there would be one, but there wasn't. This was getting boring. And practicing was going to start in
3…
2…
"2nd and 3rd years to courts B and C! Regulars to court A! 1st years pick up balls!" yelled the buchou.
"Finally, one prediction off," muttered the first year. He was happy that he only counted from 3 to 1. After all, in Japan, the unlucky number is 4.
Owari