::I DO NOT OWN THE PRINCE OF TENNIS, IT'S CHARACTERS OR STORY::
Ryoma's POV
I couldn't believe it; there standing in the lounge room was Ryoga.
"Hey, Ryoma." Ryoga greeted quietly.
Wow, this was new, the guy obsessed with oranges called me by my name instead of 'chibisuke'. Damn I hate that name, "Hi."
I noticed dad fiddling with his hands. "S-so I better let you two boys get to know one another more." 'Coward.' Dad got up quickly and went into the kitchen, "Rinko, do you want me to help you?"
'Fool.'
"How are you, chibisuke?"
Damn that fucking name, I condemn it to hell, HELL I SAY! "Fine." I replied flatly. "What are you doing here, Ryoga-san?"
"Ha?" Ryoga looked at me dumbly as he scratched his head. "Ryoga-san? Why do you call me that instead of Aniki?"
"Aniki is a title you haven't earned yet." I exclaimed coldly, turning to leave.
"Why are you being so mean to me? Remember chibisuke, I was the one who helped you and your friends escape." 'Damn it, he's going to hold that against me for the rest of my life.'
I turned back to face Ryoga. "What do you want?"
Instead of grinning evilly the usual way he did, Ryoga's smile faded into a 'asking for forgiveness' one. "Listen chibisuke, I have to ask you something."
"What?" I asked.
"Will you allow me to stay here?"
'WHAT?!' After all the things he's done? Why would he ask me?
Ryoga laughed half-heartedly. "Its funny, you see I've got nowhere to go-"
"Why ask me?" I interrupted.
"I'm simply asking for your approval on the matter, chibisuke," If he calls me that one more tim-, "mum and dad have already agreed, but if you're uncomfortable with the idea, I'll leave."
'Kuso…' This was, nothing like the Ryoga I knew. "I guess its fine with me."
Ryoga still refused to meet my eye contact. "Thanks, a lot ototo."
'No, Ryoma don't even THINK about giving in to him, he still hasn't proved himself yet.' "It's okay."
"So, are you guys better acquainted?" Dad walked back into the room stealthily.
Ryoga smiled, "It seems that I can stay."
"Yes!" Dad is such an idiot sometimes. "Now I'll have a real opponent."
Ryoga chuckled.
"And I'm not an opponent?" I asked angrily.
"Don't feel bad or anything Ryoma, it's just that, I need a bit of competition that's all." Dad said happily, 'What a jerk, I've beaten Ryoga!'
"Saa, I guess now's the time to tell you that I've given up tennis." Ryoga smiled.
"What?!" Dad yelled, and perhaps could have fainted after hearing Ryoga.
'What the hell is Ryoga playing at?' I frowned.
Ryoga grinned, "Like you said, I have to find my grand dream. And if I have to give up tennis to find it, I will."
Dad's mouth hung open in shock.
Okay, the second chapter is up!
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