CR: I am trying to scrape up time in my busy schedule (I still have to go back to my stinking school for lessons) so as not to keep you readers waiting. Oh, do take a look at my latest story, and help me decide on the pairings! I will really appreciate it! Thanks!
"Hey, Ryoma! Wake up! You'll be late for your Saturday tennis practice!" Shizuka yelled. The said boy yawned, and rubbed his eyes. "It's time already?" he mumbled, then fell back asleep. Shizuka huffed. 'Really, this boy….' she literally dragged him downstairs for breakfast, ignoring the boy's protests. "It's not fair, you don't need to go to school, Shizuka." He mumbled, half-asleep, as Shizuka shoved breakfast down Ryoma's throat. Shizuka sighed, and made him a cup of coffee, adding sugar and milk to it to enhance the taste. As Ryoma sipped his coffee, Shizuka said, "Nanako's running some errands now. So only you and I will be home." Ryoma perked up. "Does that mean I can train with you today?" When Ryoma meant training, he meant fighting against each other using hand-to-hand combat or using weapons, knife-throwing, archery, or air rifle shooting…skills required in their secret jobs. "Alright. What time?"
Ryoma smiled. "After practice!"
"Aren't you going to be tired?"
"Mada mada dane, Shizuka. You know I don't tire that easily."
Shizuka sighed. 'Really…' "Alright, what are we going to train today?"
"Knife-throwing and hand-to-hand combat (using knives)." said Ryoma, grabbing the case that contained his knives. "I'll see you at the gate, then?" Shizuka nodded. "Alright." Ryoma then went for his practice. Ironically, he was on time despite the fact that he took his own sweet time to prepare himself and walk to school. As usual, he ran his warm up laps along with everyone else, and of course, everyone was happy that he was talking to them again. 'Shizuka must have spoken to him.' thought Fuji, who was watching the scene. "Echizen seemed to be back to normal today." said Inui, jotting down his data. "And just yesterday he was raging and fuming at us." Fuji smiled. "Well, sometimes miracles happen….right Tezuka?" he said, turning to the bespectacled captain. Tezuka gave a curt nod, though he inwardly thought that it would be a miracle if Ryoma ever returned his feelings. After all, they are both boys, and it's unlikely that Ryoma is homosexual, given his close relationship with Shizuka. "Oh, and did you notice Echizen brought a case with him today?" said Inui, nodding towards the case lying next to Ryoma's tennis bag. "I wonder what's inside." Fuji placed a finger under his chin thoughtfully. "What a shame…I would like to find out what's inside the case. Won't you Tezuka?" he turned his angelic smile towards Tezuka. Tezuka mentally frowned.
After practice Ryoma met Shizuka at the gates, and she was waiting for him, carrying a case similar to his and also carrying a white kit with a red plus sign printed on it. A first aid kit. They walked together towards an empty court. Once there, Ryoma took off his jacket and placed down his tennis bag and the mysterious case. He unclasped the suitcase and took out two of his weapons. His knives. Shizuka also took two knives out of her case.
"Ready, Ryoma?" said Shizuka.
"Anytime." said Ryoma, throwing his knife and catching it.
"Alright then…here I go." Suddenly, she disappeared, and reappeared behind Ryoma. She raised the knife in her left hand, and Ryoma blocked it. He aimed a kick on her stomach, and she stumbled backwards and somersaulted. While somersaulting, she aimed a kick on Ryoma's chin, but he grabbed it and Shizuka landed back on her feet. Ryoma tried to slash at her face while she was not looking, and she blocked it at the last minute, while slashing at his face with the other hand. Sure enough, she made a gnash at Ryoma's face, but not before Ryoma used his unoccupied knife to graze her arm. However, Shizuka aimed a kick at Ryoma's chin, and he flew on the air briefly, but he did a back flip and landed back on his feet. Ryoma stabbed towards Shizuka's left arm, but she grabbed his arm and threw him over her shoulder. He placed a hand on the floor, kicked up his legs, and landed on his feet. While he kicked up his legs, he kicked Shizuka on the chin, and she was forced to do a backflip to avoid a fatal injury. Shizuka wiped the blood from her mouth. "Nice move, Ryoma." She said. Ryoma smiled. "Then….how about this?" she jumped up and raised her leg. Ryoma dodged out of the way as Shizuka struck the ground. A gigantic crater appeared around the area she had struck. Some of the ground debris flew to Ryoma's eyes, making him close them. That allowed Shizuka to give him a punch that was aimed for his face. Ryoma skidded a few meters back when he blocked the attack.
Shizuka walked over to her case and took out six more knives. She jumped up and span around at high-speeds, appearing like a small twister. While doing so, she launched 7 of her knives towards Ryoma. The speed she threw the knife was so fast, Ryoma could hardly block it, let alone dodge it. One of them even tore his sleeve. 'Not bad, Shizuka." thought Ryoma. He stepped back to his case, took out more knives and started throwing it to Shizuka at high speeds. Shizuka knew she had to block. She had seen Ryoma throw in training. He never missed. Shizuka blocked every single one of them, but she didn't realize the smoke bomb attached to one of them. The bomb exploded and she was engulfed in smoke. 'A diversion?' she thought. However, she saw the net trap coming towards her. 'Crap!' she thought, as she took her last knife and sliced it. Ryoma then sent a flying kick towards her stomach, sending her flying and hitting against a wall. She slid down the wall with a groan. At a last resort, she threw the knife towards Ryoma, but missed. Shizuka laughed. "Alright, I lose." Ryoma smiled, and helped her up. They collected their knives back and Shizuka treated their wounds. "Oh yeah, by the way, Ryoma, have you seen my last knife?" said Shizuka, as she counted her knives and realized she was missing one. Her question was answered as in the distance, someone removed Shizuka's knife that was lodged in his tennis bag. The bag had the words "Seigaku" printed on it. He muttered, "What the?"
Both assassins gasped. That voice belonged to Tezuka.
A/N: I know it's lousy, because I had 35 minutes only and at the same time, I was trying to watch a movie, so I wasn't 100% focused on the story. Don't worry, I promise better in the next chapter.