The Obsessed Romance
By darkwings09
Disclaimer: I do not, and will never, own Prince of Tennis. If I did, Ryoma and Sakuno will be a couple by now; Fuji will be sadistic more than ever and Kirihara and Ann's relationship will blossom! I only own the plot and the haunted mansion. (Oh, and the ghosts that lived there were only invented by me. Maybe except for Mikan and Natsume, yeah, I included them here, as ghosts that is )
Some may be OC okay? Or, OOC maybe?
Feel my obsession and love with the RyoSaku pairing! Oh, on such a short notice…WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ALL RYOSAKU FANS OUT THERE?! Ooopsie…sorry about that. I'm just too carried away…
Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this!
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A feather
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Sometimes when you simply think that your world starts to turn against you and leave your expectations, then you concluded that it's all over. That's what Sakuno thought, after walking and walking without even uttering a word. Maybe it was all her imagination, or not.
'Could Ryoma-kun get any more denser?' she asked to herself whilst regretting that she did. Unfortunately for her, it was one dim-witted thing to think, because Ryoma could easily guess all about it.
"Ne, would you mind handing over that antique-like fan to me?" Ryoma suddenly spoke as he stopped abruptly. She was the nearest thing apart from him next to the said fan. But what he said is the last thing she would have thought.
Without a word, her auburn and innocent eyes trailed where he was pointing at. Genially, a smile tugged her lips.
Ryoma blinked twice as she carefully picked the thing up. Since when did she smile when an order was given to her? She's a weirdo, for him, and it was all he can conclude after attempting numerous times to know why that wobbly hips actually was.
"It actually resembles the lavender fan obaa-san gave me on my last birthday. It's just…I feel nostalgic…" she murmured to no one in particular, yet her eyes sparkled with reminiscence. Her delicate fingers traveled the beautiful curves of the said thing, barely missing an inch.
A light smirk tugged his lips. Every so often, he thought that Sakuno is just a bit childish, and her happiness depends on how she actually puts one in her perspective. Well, that was his conclusion, after seeing her auburn orbs shone with contentment.
Sakuno felt a blush creeping to cover her features. She realized he was staring at her, much to her embarrassment. It was all that, his presence is quite disturbing for her.
"Gomen if I'm beginning to be mushy, Ryoma-kun" Sakuno apologized as she felt fire began to engulf her whole body. The atmosphere is beginning to suffocate her.
No, not that he mind her to be kinda soggy, but he felt it was fine. Come to think of it, fine, he hadn't minded it at all. HE didn't mind it at all.
Wait, scratch the last thought, is he beginning to enjoy her presence? Kami, he's starting to get crazy. But actually he's not.
He plainly nodded, but his trademark smirk did not disappear at all. Maybe he's really enjoying her presence, whether it was all his imagination or not.
She smiled sweetly once again.
"We have nabbed our first clue" he told her in satisfaction.
She nodded.
Their eyes locked.
In one stare…
In one word…
"Ryoma-kun…"
In one moment she will surely treasure and cherish it forever…
Sometimes she felt like melting away when she met those blazing golden orbs of his, but today seems different.
It was lukewarm.
It was definitely just an instant, only a second.
But it was big, and she decided it was.
He thought nothing more, but was beginning to feel something overwhelming…
…All because of the lavender fan, their feelings grew into something lighter…
…Lighter than a feather.
"It was getting lighter than a feather"----------------------------------------
Sumimasen for this sappy chapter, well, I kinda like where this is going.
KONNICHIWA to all
And have a nice day!
Darkwings09