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Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis!

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"Gomen, Tomo-chan, I can't make it to practice today…"

"C'mon Sakuno, we must go and cheer on Ryoma-sama! Why can't you make it?"

Telling my loud friend would be a big problem, so I decided not to tell her about it until I accomplished something with my flute. The first step I needed to do was to start my flute again, and not going to the practices would give me the time I need to complete my homework before I can pick up my flute.

As I thought, her reaction was exactly what I would expect it to be. It was LOUD. After making up some lame excuse about the upcoming exams near Christmas break, she believed me and left me alone.

Running back home quickly after school, I threw open my closet door, and pulled out my wooden box filled with my old music. In return, after all my music equipment was out, I replaced the lid of the box after all my tennis gear along with everything that may remind me about Ryoma went inside. It was scary, at first, for me to open my flute case, but after remembering all that happened yesterday, I decided that this was worth a shot.

The case opened with a squeak to reveal the part of me that I have kept hidden from the outside world. Taking out the silver pieces that were played so many times before I started tennis, I began to clean and assemble the weapon, the staff that would allow me to stand up once again.

Keep in mind that I have not played, seen, or touch this instrument for 5 years already, so it's only normal for me to encounter a few difficulties, right? Well, here is where I encountered the biggest problem already as I started out so far… How do you put this thing together again?

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Practice went on as usual for the tennis team, though many of them realized that one of the two girls that had cheered them on in the tournament was absent from practice, while the other was as loud as ever with her constant "Ryoma-sama!" that would echo around the tennis court without the timid girl to shush her.

30 minuets into the unbearable noise, after training turned into practice matches a pair at a time while the others would analyze the player's weakness, Momo decided to try and break Ryoma's concentration.

--Ryoma's serve, 30-love—

"Ehhhhh? Where is Sakuno? Is she sick today?"

--Pok—

" Ochibi has lost one of his supporters, nya! Better be nicer to them!"

--Pok—

"…. Mada Mada Dane, Momo Sempei,"

--SMASH—

"Eh, Ryoma! Show some respect to your elders!"

--Out! 40-Love! Ryoma's Serve! --

"There was a 95.6 chance for her to come today… interesting, idata…."

--Pok—

"Fshhhhhhhhhh…."

--SMASH--Pok—

"Saaa, has something happened between you two that I don't know about?"

--WACK—

"Game, 6-4, Ryoma wins."

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ryoma-sama rules!"

Ryoma felt the beginnings of a major headache starting.

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My fingers were a bit rusty, but after about 4 hours of re-learning my instrument, (plenty of help from my old music) I could at least freely play the music I have taken the time to write. I wonder how the others are faring with Tomo-chan cheering them on in Practice today?

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Sorry! This is it for now… sorry if I disappoint you guys…

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