Title: Camp Antics
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Yeah, well, I know Konomi-san is talented! That's why Tenis no Ohjisama is not mine!
AN: We never really get to see Ryoma doing anything…well, foolish. So I thought that it was about time to make him more, you know, less of a cheeky little monkey and more like a bumbling klutz…like me. Anyway, enjoy (niku niku)!
Italics denote thoughts.
Ryoma sat straight up. Was it all just a dream? he thought as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He held up his hand and looked at it. Was it all a dream? His focus shifted from his hand to his clothing. It was hard to see in the dark room, but he knew that he was not in his pajamas. He didn't even remember actually going to bed.
He looked around the room as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. The other three were sound asleep. Eiji chuckled in his sleep, Momo sounded as if he were sawing logs, and not a sound was coming from Kaido's bed. Ryoma grabbed his head. It was swimming. It seemed like a dream, no, more like a nightmare. Maybe all he needed to do was go back to sleep.
Ryoma hopped off his bed and walked over to his bags. He would just change into his PJs and go back to sleep. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. As he reached his bag, it looked as if something was lying on top of it. He reached down to see what it was. It was rather small. As his hand touched it and his eyes focused, his body began to tremble uncontrollably and broke out into a cold sweat. IT WASN'T A DREAM!
Ryoma looked up at the bathroom window. He couldn't believe what he was doing. But he had to return them. He did not want to have THAT THING in his possession whatsoever! Just the mere thought of him having them was complete torture. He had to return them. The only problem now was getting up to the window.
He looked at the window and then at the tree. Window. Tree. Window. Tree. He remembered how Eiji had reached the window earlier. It seemed easy enough. Ryoma jumped up, pushed off the tree with his foot, slammed against the brick wall and slid to the ground.
"I…itai. Mada mada dane. Mo ichido."
Ryoma stood up, patted the dirt of his butt and tried it again. And again. And again. And again. At each try, Ryoma failed spectacularly. There was nothing left to do, except… Ryoma shimmied up the tree and reached out for the windowsill. He clutched it, and clumsily hoisted himself inside. As soon as he got to his feet, the door began to open.
Shimatta! Ryoma scampered into an empty stall and held his breath as the lights flickered on. Don't these girls stay asleep?
A mussed-haired Sakuno stood at the mirror and stared at her reflection. It was only a dream, yet it seemed so real. And what was she doing dreaming about THAT, anyway? There was no way that it would ever happen, yet, the way her heart pounded when she woke up could have led her to believe otherwise. His hands, his warmth, the sound of his voice whispering in her ear. Even the thought of it now turned Sakuno's face completely red.
She turned on the water and splashed her face. The coolness felt good against her flushed cheeks. She dried her face and looked back at her reflection.
"Get a grip Sakuno! It was only a dream!" She turned off the faucet and reached out for the door. "Too bad it was only a dream." she muttered before hitting the light switch and headed towards her room.
Ryoma let out a huge sigh of relief. The owner of the panties that were in his pocket was right in the bathroom with him! He thought for a moment that maybe he should have left them there and be done with it; but, she would have been suspicious of how her underwear wound up in the bathroom.
When he entered the stall, Ryoma had hopped up on the toilet seat to hide his feet, just in case someone would see them and call out 'who's there?' His arms pushed against the stall to hold himself up and they were beginning to shake from fatigue. He slowly put one foot on the ground. "Aah!" Ryoma's hand slipped and as one foot hit the ground the other fell in the toilet.
"Mattaku!" This night was turning out to be the worst night ever. He shook his foot dry and walked to the bathroom door. He stopped and listened carefully to make sure no one else was coming; then opened the door wide enough for him to stick his head through. The hallway was clear. He quickly tiptoed over to Sakuno's room and put his ear to the door.
These girls snore louder than Momo, he thought as he carefully turned the knob and opened the door so not to make a sound. He slithered in. Okay, this is as far as I'm going! Maybe I could throw them over there! Ryoma thought. But he knew that was no good. By the way things were going tonight, with his luck, they would probably land right on her face. No, he would just place them casually by the door.
He reached in his pocket and wrapped his hand around the cotton item. This was the last time he was ever going to touch a pair of panties like this. He couldn't believe what he had done. And of all people, they had to be hers. He wondered if she ever wore them under her school uniform? Or maybe under her tennis skirt?
Ah, I can't be thinking about this! Ryoma shook his head. Swiftly he pulled the panties out of his pocket, laid them on the bag next to the door and left the room. As he finally reached the bathroom window, he climbed out and headed back for his room.
"Inui-senpai is evil!" Ryoma hissed.
Little did Ryoma know that someone was watching him in the darkened window in the room next to his room. A figure with an everlasting smile.