Ryoma was gaining on the man. His tennis speed was amazing, one of the fastest ever recorded in tennis world history. His arms pumped even harder and his legs began to move at such a fast speed, the friction would have caused his pants to rip. Touch Sakuno will you! Baka! You don't know who you're messing with! Soon, Ryoma came close enough to the tall man, and in one swift motion, he jumped at the man and tackled him from the back. The two crumbled to the floor and started grappling for the Rolex. The gun had been left behind in the park, much to Ryoma's relief.

"Give it to me!" Ryoma shouted. Still in a wooded area, his shouts echoed back to him. "Give it!" He struggled to pull it from the man strong grip. After much punching and kicking, Ryoma was underneath the strong man, held down by the fact that the man had pulled out a knife. A sharp, gleaming knife. Looked new. Ryoma knew better. His leg swung up and hit the man in the crotch. He smiled. The most vulnerable part of a man. The tall man fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Ryoma casually walked over and plucked the watch from the man's pocket. Then after saying his goodbyes("Damn you, asshole! I hate you!"), he ran back to the hotel. It was a long run, but Ryoma was happy.

Ding dong. Sakuno jumped up from her seat and dashed to the door. Standing at the door was a very dirty, very tired Ryoma. But before him was a very relieved, very grateful Sakuno.

"Did you order room service?" Ryoma asked, a smile fresh on his face. Then he pulled out the Rolex. "Anyway, this is for you. You like?"

Taking the Rolex from Ryoma's hand, Sakuno felt the tears welling up in her eyes. First he saved her life, now this? They slid down her cheek, one by one.

"Sakuno, no need to cry. No need to pay." He flashed a sheepish grin. Sakuno sent a playful punch into his arm, then the two walked into the room and Sakuno waited patiently for Ryoma to take his shower and change into a fresh set of clothings. Unknowingly, she began to finger the watch and how it was so extravagantly crafted(A/N: I don't think Rolexes are crafted, but oh well. :D ). Again she felt the tears welling up as she thought about how Ryoma had saved her. But she fought them back, she didn't want Ryoma to see her in that state. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Sakuno glanced at her watch. Almost 3am? Who comes at 3am? She walked swiftly to the door and peeped through the peephole. Immediately she almost fell back onto the floor. Because staring back at her were 8 crazy ex-senpais. With the exception of Tezuka, who was still as stoic and serious as ever. Slowly, she opened the door.

"SUPR- Sakuno?" All 8 senpais had looks of confusion on their faces.

Oh. I thought they wouldn't recognize me.

"This IS Ryoma's room isn't it?" Eiji checked the number on the door. "Yeah, it is!"

"Unless…" Momo's voice suddenly called out. After a few seconds, the two of them had evil grins plastered on their faces, and they both started sniggering.

"Eh? No! it's not that! I was just-"

"Let's go in and talk, eh, Ryuzaki?" Momo flashed her his pearly whites then bounded into the Deluxe Suite that belonged to Echizen Ryoma. One by one the 8 men trooped into his room, oooh-ing and ahh-ing at the suite. Sakuno gathered that she would not be getting any amount of sleep that night.

Ryoma Echizen had a problem. He was in his bathroom, towel wrapped firmly around his lower half. He was leaning against the door, listening to the outside.

"Hoi, hoi! Ochibi's room is so nice!" Eiji-senpai! Why's he here!

"Yeah, Echizen's not doing that bad!" MOMO! Oh crap!

"Ii data, why Sakuno is here? Interesting data, interesting data.." Inui-senpai, I PRAY that's all.

"Saa… this place is really nice. They didn't offer ME such a nice room. Ne, Tezuka, did you get such a nice room?"

"Hn. Nicer." Soft laughter from the tensai. Fuji-senpai! Wasn't he in France or something? Tezuka-buchou as well! Oh no…

"Echizen's racket is still the same- BURNING! HORA, HORA!"

"Taka-san, relax! It's 3am, for goodness sake!"

"Fsshhh…" Oishi-senpai, Kawamura-senpai AND Kaidoh-senpai? This is NOT my reunion night!

A small debate began to take place in his head. He didn't bring his clothes in, he had clean forgotten. But he assumed Sakuno being the only one there, it didn't matter so much that he walked out with a towel around his waist. But now! He started to get goosebumps, he was still dripping wet, and was beginning to freeze. A small sigh escaped his lips. Then he opened the door.

All the chattering ceased when the sound of the door was heard. A dripping Echizen Ryoma emerged, face downcast. He stared at the ground as he made his way through the mass of former tennis players. None of them said a word, it was kind of shocking to see him in only a towel. Fuji's eyes had opened slightly. Momo had placed his hands over Sakuno's eyes while gawking himself.

"Really, how skimpy…" Inui whispered to himself. Then he started scribbling furiously. Sakuno pulled Momo's hands off with her own hands to see what everyone had gone so quiet about. After seeing Ryoma's half-naked body, she quickly replaced his hands over her eyes again. Normally, she wouldn't have done anything about it, but she didn't want her senpais thinking she was interested in his manly stature. Ryoma was well built, lean muscles clearly seen in all the appropriate places. Arms, legs, a toned stomach. Ryoma knelt down in front of his suitcase, took out a set of clothes and then walked silently back into the bathroom. Everyone's eyes simply followed him all the way from the bathroom to the suitcase and back to the bathroom again. Then the door shut. Inside, a red-faced Echizen Ryoma sighed in relief. But it wasn't for long.

"WAHHHH, OCHIBI LOOKS SO MUSCULAR, NYA!"

"YEAH, HE'S ALMOST AS MUSCULAR AS ME!"

"Saa… He didn't look that much different from on court."

"Hn."

"S-sumimasen, senpai, I'm going back to my room."

All of them turned to face Sakuno who was now heading toward the door.

"Ryuzaki, don't go!"

"Yeah, stay a while!"

"No, I really should-"

"Sakuno. Don't leave." Ryoma had emerged from the bathroom. He gave her a sincere stare, then noticed his situation- towel around his waist, freezing, embarrassed to death. He quickly retreated back into the bathroom. Sakuno smiled, then slowly went back to the couch she was sitting on.