::I DO NOT OWN THE PRINCE OF TENNIS, IT'S CHARACTERS OR STORY::

Ryoga closed his eyes and sighed, his father had been quiet the entire night after he had yelled at him. Ryoga rolled over in his bed lazily so that he was facing the window, a soft creak from the door made Ryoga jump. "Who's there?" Ryoga demanded, but instead of being on the receiving end of an answer, a small recognizable body climbed into his bed. "Ryoma?"

Ryoma grunted as he curled up like a kitten beside his brother.

Ryoga grinned, "Finally warming up to your Aniki?"

"Tell anyone, and I'll punch my Aniki…" Ryoma warned.

Ryoga's grin widened. "Back to your usual self eh? But then again, maybe your not."

"Huh?" Ryoma frowned, instantly knowing his brother was up to something.

"If you were, you wouldn't have got into bed with me." Ryoga explained rather bluntly for his expression.

"When you put it that way…" Ryoma uncurled himself and got out of the bed.

Ryoga laughed, sensing Ryoma blushing.

Ryoma was indeed blushing as he went out of the room. "Ja, kusotare…"

Ryoga only giggled more as Ryoma closed the door.

Ryoma bung his hand against the bathroom door. "Hurry up Ryoga! You've taken half the morning to wash your fucking hands!"

Ryoga ceased from his activity and cleaned up the mess he had made (no, not that kind of mess, get your minds out of the gutter…sigh). He opened the door suddenly, and two seconds later Ryoga had Ryoma on top of him. "Ryoma, ow! Get off my arm!"

Ryoma obeyed obliviously.

Ryoga held his arms to his chest tightly for a moment, before realizing what he was doing, he quickly swung them back by his sides.

"Ah, Aniki! Don't open the door like that." It appeared as though Ryoma had gone to lean on the door when Ryoga opened it.

"You fell on me." Ryoga stated got his brother back upright again.

Ryoma exhaled angrily. "Why were you in there so long anyway?"

Ryoga frowned, "Nothing." He said as he brushed past his brother, "So are you playing tennis today chibisuke?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

Ryoga's grin returned. "I think I'll go and watch."

"Whatever…" Ryoma said gruffly as he went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Ryoga smiled, not noticing when he absentmindedly gripped his arm.

"Go Momoko!" Ryoga yelled from the side lines.

Momo looked up and pouted, "It's Momo!"

"Whatever!" Ryoga called back.

"Ah jeez Echizen, does your brother suffer from short term memory loss or something?" Momo asked Ryoma, who was on the other side of the court.

Ryoma didn't reply.

"Go Momotaro!" Ryoga's annoying voice shouted.

Momo turned around to face him. "I told you, it's Momo!"

Ryoma rolled his eyes and walked off the court. "Bye Momo." He said softly as he picked up his sports bag and wedged his racquet inside. "Ryoga, stop fighting with Momo-senpai."

"Sorry Momoshito!" Ryoga apologized as he ran over to his brother.

Momo frowned immensely. "It is MOMO!"

Ryoga waved goodbye as he followed Ryoma to the footpath.

"Must you torment my senpai?" Ryoma asked as they turned the corner.

Ryoga grinned, "Isn't that cute? You still call him senpai!" He latched onto his brother and gave him a 'Kikumaru-Hug'. "Baby, baby! You're such a baby!"

Ryoma's eye twitched. "Get off me…"

Ryoga at once let go, but then snatched Ryoma's cap, lodged it on his own, then ruffled the boy's hair. "Mada mada daze, chibisuke."

Ryoma countered his brother by twisting his arm behind his back. "Give me back my hat, Ryoga."

"Ow, ow!" Ryoga howled, he took of the cap and waved it around above his brother's head. "Come and get it!"

Ryoma smiled, twisted his brother's arm more and waited until Ryoga finally let go of his cap. "I win."

Ryoga chuckled.

Ryoma gasped in horror, when he had twisted Ryoga's arm more, a little bit of his jacket had curled upward, leaving his scar-infested skin exposed. Ryoma let go of his arm immediately after seeing the sight.

Ryoga, still unaware that Ryoma had just found out about his 'secret', laughed. He turned around slowly and noticed at once his brother's expression. "What-" pant, "is it chibisuke?"

"So that's why it hurt so much when I touched your arm before." Ryoma stared at his brother in shock.

Ryoga frowned in confusion. "Ha?" Then it hit him, and did it hit him hard. "Ryoma, I, uh, I accidentally fell down a tree, you see I was trying to get an orange, when I kind of slipped…"

Ryoma snatched Ryoga's arm and pulled up both sleeves of his jacket, revealing innumerable amounts of long, short, rough, and clean cut scars. Some were new. "So this, was the result of falling off an orange tree?!" Ryoma frowned viciously into Ryoga's dark brown eyes. "How could you do this to yourself?!"

Ryoga stared at his brother, eyes wide in distress. 'What now?' He swallowed thickly.

Okay, tell me what you think of Chapter 6!

Good plot? Bad plot?