My Life

Old Fiat

Just a short author's talk before I begin: Gggrrrrr… too many people (2) said 'Do Ryoma!' so my hands are tied. Dang.

Existence nine: Ryoma

Neh… you all know about me, what's the point. My life is same-old same-old. I live my (crazy) father, my (very patient) mother, my (really annoying) cousin and my (senile) grandma. Seriously, she is senile.

My dad is a… perv… He likes looking at… ummm… some magazines of… questionable material. ( - According to Tezuka-san. Man, he is so awkward when he isn't bossing people around or playing tennis. I mean he blushed when Momo said something about boobs. BOOBS!) He also has a weird obsession with asking my mom if she wants to get pregnant again and then she says "Nanjiro, I won't have another baby until you stop smoking." And he's like, "F." ( - Yeah, I know. My mom won't let me say or type it.) Then he's like "Hey only son, you want to go play some tennis?"

My mom is ultra patient and I can't figure out how she can be so with my ignoramus (I learned that word from Tezuka-san) of a father. She went to a bunch of cooking schools so my house smells fabulous at six PM; she says her sushi skills are rusting from Grandma. (She's dad's mom. Mom doesn't like her very much.)

Nanako is so freakin' annoying! She always is ultra calm and sweet and so fake! I don't know what's wrong with her but what ever it is it's really annoying the hell out of me!

Eh… Grandma is just senile.

Every morning I get up to my dad's shouts of "What the fin' hell do ya mean 7:46 AM! I need to get down to the temple!"

Then I have to get dressed in two minutes because Momo tends to get bothered by Grandma when he waits too long outside my house. Then we're both late for practice and have to a lap for every minute we're late by. (Our record is 37 laps to run for being late.)

Then there's class to sleep through.

Then there's lunch where I have to listen to Horio, Kachiro or Katsuro banging on about something (I usually am not listening).

Then more classes.

Then there's after school tennis practice which is longer than the morning one where I have to be glomped by Eiji-sempai. (Ow… I usually avoid him in the morning practice.)

Then I go home to my dad saying, "You're home finally. Let's go over to the courts." Then we play a bit and I have to put up with him saying "You're such an amateur!" Then mom comes out and tells us its dinner time.

I don't think it's that unusual. Momo doesn't either, but I think he comes from a really crazy-rich family, or crazy, rich family. Which ever you want. Not everyone has a perfect life like Eiji-sempai or Oishi-sempai or Kaido-sempai.

This is Old Fiat clunking along. I ended up doing Ryoma who I actually had fun writing. Heh, those two (and you know who you are) were right.

By-the-by Anna-chan, I like your name. (My real name is Anna)

Love you guys! Reviews!

-Old Fiat s. Italy

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(Note: I can't do Atobe or the Hyotei or the Rikkai Dai people because of my lack of having seen the anime… grrr…)