Ultra Violet Black

Old Fiat

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. Why would I? I mean… seriously…

Summary: Nanjiro is dead, his wife is pregnant and emotions are on high for everyone.

Notes: OFNFR made this up for me to write. They were like, "I'll give you a sentence to write a fanfic from." And then wrote:

Who will support us now that nanjiro is gone?

And I was like, "Okay, I'll write it." So, here I go! (Be warned: It might be kinda ooc.)

Also I will probably update once a day to once a week. Thanks!

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Chapter 1- Red and White Lilies

"…A big brother," said Ryoma, looking at his mother's stomach. "When did you get pregnant?"

"The doctor says about a month," she smiled. "Isn't it wonderful Ryoma?"

"I guess…" said Ryoma, looking at his father. "Good show dad."

"Isn't though?" Ryoma had never seen his father this happy. It wasn't perv-happy; it was something Ryoma had never seen in him before. "Well, come on Ryoma; let's let Nanako take care of your mom."

They began a match; Ryoma was just starting to enjoy himself when his Grandma called them in for dinner. "Aw, mom…" said Nanjiro, pouting comically. "It was starting to get fun…"

"Now," she said and went back in.

"Come on Ryoma," Nanjiro tossed his racket on the porch and went in. Ryoma followed, he didn't want to miss dinner… too hungry…

Afterward Nanjiro got up, stretched and announced that he was going to go shopping for new maternity clothes for Ryoma's mom.

"I'll be back in a bit. See you!" he ran out of the room.

"Ryoma, follow him," said his mom (AN: I'm just gonna make her name Michiko) waving him off. "Make sure he doesn't buy anything unfashionable."

"'kay," he ran after his dad.

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Nanjiro walked back from the store, Ryoma hot on his tail. "Maybe you should buy mom some flowers."

"You're right!" said Nanjiro, snapping his fingers. "Hold these." He handed a bunch of bags to Ryoma. "Her favorites are white lilies right?"

"Yeah," said Ryoma, struggling under the bags. "Go quickly!"

He ran quickly across the street to the florists and came out a few minutes later, holding a dozen white lilies. He ran across the street with out looking and-

"Dad!" screamed Ryoma, dropping the bags and running over as a large truck came towards Nanjiro.

He turned and the white lilies flew out of his hands as the truck smashed into him. They rolled around him, still wrapped in the clear plastic. They slowly gained small droplets of blood and oil on the petals.

It hadn't been very busy in the shops in that area that day and the only other people outside were a few kids- the oldest was nine- and they all ran over to see what had happened. Ryoma came over too, very slowly.

The truck driver ran over as well. He was the one who called the ambulance. But it was too late, Ryoma could tell as he looked at his father, laying there in the road looking appalling. It was too horrifying to describe. He just stood there, he expected to start crying but no tears came. He just looked.

The kids started to cry and the truck driver tried to calm them down as the ambulance hurtled to them. He looked at Ryoma.

"I'm so sorry; do you know who that was?"

Ryoma picked up the once stark white lilies. "My father." He looked at the flowers. It was all his fault- if he hadn't said anything about the flowers- "Mada mada dane…"