Summary: Ryoma and Atobe were desperately in-love, just not with each other. It tore them to realize they could never have their heart's desire so they turned to the next best thing… an affair with one another. Devoid of feelings, succumbing to their needs… until it became something else. But what if their feelings were actually being returned?
Rating: It is still T for non-explicit adult contents. The explicit parts are still to come…
Pairings: Royal Pair. Thrill Pair. Imperial Pair, Perfect Pair
Disclaimer: I DOn't own Prince of Tennis or any of its character. If I did it would officially become a yaoi anime and well… use your perverted imaginations! Also, I don't own Nike or Fila… I do own the only pair of rubber shoes I have…
Warning: This is a yaoi story. It has boy x boy love here so for those who can't appreciate such thing you are warned. There are some sexual innuendos here. Proceed at our own risk.
AN: Sorry for the tardiness! I am not going to promise a specific date for update because I can't seem to keep to them! The reasons being my masteral classes. I thought having an undergraduate degree will lighten up post graduate classes but I was wrong! It's way harder!
To my reviewers I am eternally grateful to you. Thanks for showing your appreciation for the story.
Clow Angel: That was my initial thought when I re-read the whole thing. I was like whoa! Are these still Atobe and Ryoma? So I re-wrote it again and again until it became more like them. And thanks for pointing out those mistakes. I really appreciate it.
melli-elle: Thanks! And finally here is the next one. I'm also a royal, thrill and pillar pair fan, so if it's weird then you're not the only one!
tsub4ki: Yeah, I really thought it was too fast too soon. I'm glad you liked the chapter. And although Atobe and Ryoma have both suffered Fuji and Tezuka's views will be shown in the next few chapters so some things will be cleared.
hyperdude: It was kind of ironic, and this irony will come out in the story again (soon?) as the plot continues. And the camaraderie is also a part of the plot…
animehphantom: Thanks!
bru: Soon, the lemon will make an appearance…
Crooked Mile: The lemon will have to wait for now but it will come. It took some time to get the characters like because sometimes they seemed to sappy, or to love-sick… and I'm glad I got it right! And yes, I think Ryoma is adorobale when he's in defensive mode!
KuroiKuu: New author name? I'm glad you liked this chapter.
kay54: Yeah, I'm really glad I revised it.
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ichi nichi: It's better late than never, I always say! I'm happy you're still following this story up. Thanks!
vhevhe: I'm sorry that the new chapter took too long to be uploaded… Gomen! I'm glad the small scene satisfied you… I know how much of a yaoi fan you are!
wackylou: I think so too… at least better than the earlier version. And I'm updating now!
xxasianicexx: Atobe and Fuji should, shouldn't they? Hmn…
2-D-A-N-I-0: That was the point I want to show… that either way it would work, and it could work if given a chance. And yes, I'm not really that comfortable writing it. I mean I have nothing against it; I actually love reading it. But reading and writing are completely different thing. I was so worried if it would turn out okay.
akeria26: And here it is! The new chapter.
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My other stories will be updated soon ( no spcific date this time V^^V). Double Standards is my baby so I'm updating this first (and I still have some requirements I need to finish so… huhuhu). Beyond, Prommissed Tomorrow and Ryoma's Lover will updated simultaneously soon.
Now I present to you chapter four of Double Standards. Read, enjoy and review!
Chapter Five: Beginnings and Continuations
It was very late in the morning when Atobe and Ryoma regained consciousness from their drunken stupor. It was well after morning, noon fast approaching, when a severe headache descended upon them, a clear sign that one hell of a hangover was eminent.
Ryoma sat up groggily from his side of the bed, cradling his head in his hands to try and ease the discomfort a little bit. When the kneading didn't help much he threw an annoyed look at his bed companion, who was now also stirring.
"Damn you… you and your ideas," Ryoma muttered with as much venom as he could muster, which was not much since the headache was overpowering any of his disposition.
Atobe followed suit and attained a sitting position beside the younger boy. He had his eyes closed as he massaged his temple. It didn't look as severe as what Ryoma was feeling since he wasn't scowling as much, the Seigaku freshman noted. That observation made him want to clobber him more.
"Remind me never to follow any of your stupid ideas again." Ryoma emphasized his point by throwing the nearest thing he could grab, which was a pillow, towards Atobe's direction.
"Oi brat!" Atobe sputtered, pushing the pillow from his face. "How dare you treat Ore-sama like that? After all the grandeur Ore-sama was generous enough to allow you to experience."
Ryoma scoffed. "You can call it whatever you like…" A particularly sharp stab of pain went through his head and he winced audibly, reminding the older boy that his current roommate was suffering under a very severe case of hangover.
Atobe stood up from his position and headed towards his study desk, where a telephone/intercom rest. He picked it up and gave a few curt instructions to whomever he was speaking to. A few minutes after he hanged up a knock was heard at the door. He called out for the person to enter and his trusty personal butler came in with a light breakfast and a couple of medicine to relieve their discomfort.
Ryoma basically ignored the intruder in the room until a bed table was placed before him, containing various foods, drinks and medicines. He looked up to see a slightly smiling kind face. He switched his gaze to his host, who then returned his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
"I hope this would help ease your discomfort sir," the butler said politely, bowing as he stepped back.
The freshman tilted his head in acceptance and gratitude. The butler then proceeded to settle the same variety at the desk Atobe was still standing beside. He took a bow once again, deeper this time, and he excused himself out of the room.
Atobe quickly downed a glass of water before he converted his attention to the other items on his tray. He was moving on his tray methodically, as if he knew exactly what he should be taking one after another. It seemed to be working quite well, since the lines of strain on his face disappeared. Ryoma looked on with mild interest bordering to annoyance. This was all deliberate, he concluded to himself.
As if sensing his thoughts Atobe returned his attention to him with slight concern.
"Drink your water first. You need to re-hydrate yourself," Atobe said, pointing to the tall glass of water in his tray. "Then eat your food and end up with the energy drink. It'll help a lot."
Ryoma nodded and followed his directions quietly. Silence descended upon the room, only the faint sounds of eating utensils meeting the elegant china could be heard. But the silence was not an awkward one. As oppose to normalcy, it seemed everything was calm, peaceful even.
Atobe stole a glance at the direction of the younger boy. He could barely believe that he was the same boy last night who came onto him with come-hither looks… well, not exactly but almost in Atobe's opinion. He, Echizen Ryoma, the Seigaku boy wonder with an encredibly snarky disposition. The boy whose tongue was as precise in cutting down an opponent as his tennis racquet.
The thought of Echizen and tongue brought the memories of last night back to his head. But to Atobe's disbelief he was not disturbed by that thought. On the contrary. The memories seemd to stir up something in him, something he normally associated when thinking about Tezuka. And if he wasn't in-love with the Seigaku captain…
Nevertheless he was in-love, Atobe noted to himself with a little resignation. Although the younger boy had his charms with him he just wasn't Tezuka. He will never be. And he was likewise pinning for another, for Fuji.
"I'll have a bath prepared for you. It'll help you feel better. Just put your clothes in the counter so that they can be washed," Atobe suddenly declared. "You can use my clothes while yours are being washed."
Ryoma looked up from his tray and nodded in Atobe's direction. Satisfied that his guest was making progress in his breakfast the older boy removed himself from his position and exited the room. As his back disappeared a rare smile graced the others face.
Atobe coud be really nice if he wanted to, Ryoma mussed as he peeled off his clothes one at a time. The prima donna would always be overly dramatic and narcissistic, but he had a soft heart when he wanted it shown. He never struck him as someone who could be gentle and caring. But the diva was outdoing himself this morning, silently but surely looking after him.
And it felt really nice to be taken care of if he was honest. It was a nice feeling, having someone, albeit reluctantly in some ways, cater to your need without you voicing it out. He was sensitive as well as perceptive. Like last night.
Thinking about last night resulted into bringing colors to his cheeks. It was not that Ryoma was ashamed of what has transpired between them. He was embarrassed, yes, because he can clearly remember who was the initiator, a fact he would have gladly chosen not to remember. But he was far from ashamed. He was embarrassed and a little…energized? He could feel his heartbeat increase as the memories flitted by. And to his astonishment he was not alarmed with that realization. Although he was not his beloved Fuji…
Fuji's image resurfacing in his mind was a like having a bucket of ice water thrown at him. It served as a very good means of waking him up from whatever hallucination he was right under, because he was beginning to think that there was actually something he liked about the monkey king. And that was the unbelievable part for him.
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"Are you still going to school?" Atobe asked as he watched the younger boy fix his uniform properly.
"You're going yourself," Ryoma countered back, looking pointedly at the distinctive Hyotei uniform already hanging perfectly in the older boy's body.
"I can handle it. You, on the other hand, can barely stand up this morning," Atobe replied with a smug look.
Ryoma let out an unflattering snort. "As if something as trivial as that could keep me from doing what I want. And besides, not going would only cause more havoc at Seigaku. Leaving them to ponder my absence for a night would result to a catastrophic confrontation tomorrow."
"Eh? How so?" Atobe's curiosity was peaked.
A flat look was thrown in his direction. "If you haven't noticed yet, 'oh great monkey king', Seigaku happens to have weird regulars."
The reply put a smirk back in the Hyotei captain's face. "And I suppose you are one of them… You are a regular too you know."
The younger boy contemplated for a moment before replying. "Yeah, maybe I am. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't weird in any ways."
"Why you…"
"I've got to go. If I hurry I can at least make it to afternoon practice. Hopefully I'll be able to tell Horio to keep himself from blabbering my absence this morning."
He reached out for his bag but found Atobe already handing him the said object. He accepted it with a curt nod. He checked the contents of his bag and when he was satisfied that everything was in place he returned his attention to his companion.
"Uhm… how should I say this…" Ryoma started uneasily but straightened out almost instantly. "What I want to say is thanks."
"Oh, the great Echizen-sama is actually thanking me?" Atobe mocked, though more surprised by the uncharacteristic attitude than actually being mean. "The world is at its end!"
Ryoma scowled at him but maintained his demeanor. "I'm being serious here monkey king! It's just that… I could never talk about this to others before. But I seem to be doing that a lot with you"
Atobe stopped on his tracks when he realized the other war totally serious. He was humbled by the simple words the other spoke. There wasn't a trace of scoff or insincerity in his voice, and the older boy knew that the gratitude was genuine. And he found himself following up with a thank you of his own.
"Thank you too… you made things bearable for me."
They looked at each other and they smiled. There was no smirk, no challenge. The mockery was absent, replaced by genuine appreciation. And although it was really against any of their normally possessed logic Atobe took Ryoma's hand in his and squeezed it for comfort. And Ryoma returned it with his own.
It was clear that nothing was the same again between the two of them. After what had almost transpired they knew they could never revert back to the time when the only connection they had was the seemingly innate urge to throw insults at each other.
"Thank you for sharing all of this with me. It feels nice to know that I am not the only one whose feeling this way. It ascertains the fact that I am not alone."
Ryoma looked up at the taller boy suddenly. "We are not the only ones feeling this way. I think… maybe… kings sometimes need pillars for support, do they?"
He let out a chuckle. "Maybe they do, Echizen. Maybe they really do."
Maybe they were more alike than they ever dared to imagine. But whatever reasons were behind their suddenly deeper relationship neither was bothered because for the first time they had someone they could share a part of their life they couldn't share before. They never realized how much weight their feelings were taking up until they found an outlet of release in each other.
"Come on. Ore-sama is needed at school."
"Yeah, Yeah… This doesn't go beyond these walls Monkey King… or I'll make sure to make your life a living hell!"
"As if I would gossip… Ore-sama is not a chatterbox!"
"Whatever."
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Oshitari narrowed his eyes at the direction of the captain's bench for the umpteenth time. Normally that would mean he was frowning at the captain about something. But this time there was no captain to frown upon. Atobe was late for the afternoon practice, as well as absent for their earlier morning one.
It was not really a rare of an event for Atobe to be absent during practices. He was the captain of Hyotei, as well as the Student Council President and the heir to the Atobe Groups. There are certain instances that the diva had to skips practices in order to fulfill his various duties. But what bothered the Hyotei tensai the most was that no matter what emergency or engagement the captain had to deal he always made sure to let at least Oshitari or their Sakaki-sensei know of his absence.
This time there was no word from Atobe. He had been absent from the school the whole day and Oshitari was inclined to think that it will continue to be so until the end of practice. But he wondered what Atobe might be doing because he had tried calling him to no avail. Atobe was simply either ignoring his calls or else he had left his cell phone elsewhere. He contacted Atobe's home and the butler had assured that the young master of the house was indeed at home but had requested not to be disturbed for the rest of the day.
Oshitari had resigned himself into the fact that he would either wait for tomorrow's practice session for the captain or else visit him personally after school to find out what was wrong with the diva. He turned and looked over his other teammates continuing with the drills when a group of first years doing some basic trainings inside the court nearest to the club's building disrupted their peaceful routine with a loud exclamation.
"Buchou!"
The rest of the regulars paused from their current activities to watch none other than Atobe strutted his self regally, smirking at everyone he passed. Oshitari would not have believed that his ego meter could get any higher but he was actually… smiling. Not the nasty smile that says 'you are dirt in my way' but a genuine 'I'm really happy today and I have myself to thank' smile. He exchanged looks with the other regulars and saw them sporting the same incredulous look he knew his own features were showing.
"Ah… Oshitari! Ore-sama is glad that everything is in order while Ore-sama was away," Atobe declared as he neared Hyotei's tensai.
"Atobe…" Oshitari drawled. "You seem… happy today."
Atobe coked his head in the side. "Do I? It doesn't matter if ore-sama is happy or not today. What matters is that we improve ourselves more and more."
Atobe continued to look over his other regular players, watching them continue with their sets of drills. He could feel the furtive glances his companion was casting at him discreetly, as well as the inquiring ones he was getting from the rest of the team. He ignored it all and instead flashed another smile.
"Alright, I give up," Oshitari said. "I can't keep it anymore. What is the matter with you? You've been grinning like an idiot since you arrived, which, by the way, was way too early if you intended to be in time for school tomorrow."
Atobe actually let out a bark of laughter before focusing his gaze at his friend. "Ore-sama has the right to be happy now, doesn't he? Is it so weird for ore-sama to be smiling at this happy day?"
"Argh, you either finally got laid or you've officially flipped," Oshitari declared with sarcasm.
When all he got was another infuriatingly knowing look from Atobe and another one of his super happy smile Oshitari eyes rounded as the conclusion he got surprised him.
"But… Tezuka is… eh?"
"Close your mouth or the flies would settle in your cavity," Atobe drawled arrogantly. "I never affirmed any of your conclusions."
Oshitari let out a breath of relief.
"But neither did I negate any of it so… you really need not know." Oshitari sputtered as he watched the back of Atobe walking towards the rest of the team.
Atobe was smirking. He had forgotten how easily he could rile up his teammates for amusement. He wouldn't forget again.
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"Where could Ochibi be?" Kikumaru asked in the general direction, hanging off his doubles partner's shoulders. "I haven't seen him since the party last night."
"He could be resting Eiji," Oishi said, trying to pacify the dejected red-head. "You know how tough his match with Sanada was yesterday."
"I wouldn't count on that Oishi," Inui interjected. "Echizen is not going to pass up tennis for resting. Not at this rate, anyway."
The regulars of Seigaku sans Echizen were huddled on court A, not really doing much aside from chatting. They already had the morning practice off to allow some resting time, and they were due to undertake some light drills in the after session. But being tennis addicts that they were none of them heeded the rare opportunity to lag behind and instead opted to attend the morning practice.
Except for Echizen of course.
"He's really running late, if he intends to come down for afternoon practice," Inui declared. "This is even later than any of my probabilities have predicted."
"Maybe he had to do something for his homeroom… isn't he a library representative or something?" Kawamura asked.
Just on cue Horio and the rest of the Ichinen Trio were seen making their way towards the regulars' assigned court with a fresh stack of towels. Kikumaru disentangled himself from his position at Oishi's back and perked up excitedly.
"Horio's Ochibi's classmate. We can ask him, nya!"
As soon as the three freshmen entered the court they felt deep sense of foreboding descends upon them. Looking up from the stack of towels in their arms they saw the attention of the regulars present directed to them. Horio visibly gulped, wondering what he had done this time.
"Sempai-tachi…"
"Glad to see you Horio, we really are," Momo was the first to speak. "It's been a really nice day, isn't it?"
"Yeah, especially after we've won the finals yesterday!" Kikumaru added.
Horio relaxed, switching back to his self-superior tendencies with the blink of an eye. He was basking at the familiarity of the Seigaku regulars towards him, and he was riding the rush of being in close terms with the regional champions. But if he paid any attention to his companion he could have derived to the conclusion that when the regulars were overly interested in you, especially when it was simultaneous, there was bound to be some bloods to be shed. Kachirou could already smell the acrid scent of an Inui Juice.
"… and I know Echizen was just wonderful yesterday. But did you know that I told him that he should wear his Nike shoes instead of the Fila ones? It was one factor that led to his victory," Horio continued to drawl.
Kachirou and Katsuo would normally have already dismissed the talk as nothing more than simple bragging but their attentions were focused more on the looks of the regular. None of them were hiding the fact that there was something they want from them and the glint in Fuji and Inui's eyes were unmistakable. That set a whole new level of denseness when Horio was concerned.
"Saa… aren't we lucky that Echizen has such a good friend in you Horio," Fuji said sweetly and Horio's smugness increased more. "Speaking of Echizen… I've got to wonder though what is taking him so long. Maybe, as a very close friend, you might know the reason for his tardiness?"
"If I remember clearly we haven't seen him yet today, right Katsuo?" Kachirou asked his classmate."
"Right. But Horio is in Echizen's homeroom," Katsuo added.
Horio seemed to contemplate for a moment before saying anything. "Well… Echizen hasn't been to homeroom at all today."
"Wah! Ochibi actually cut classes today!"
"This is not within my calculation," Inui muttered under his breath. "I need to re-organize my data once more."
"Come to think of it I forgot to mention to you that I went by his house this morning to pick him up," Momo suddenly announced. "I completely forgot about it because I was already running late this morning. His cousin said that he didn't come home last night, because he claimed he was sleeping over a friend's house."
"He… he didn't come home?" Oishi asked, worry clearly shown in his face. "What if… something bad had happened to him last night… No, I can't be pessimistic. But then I shouldn't have allowed him to go home alone."
"But… Ochibi has closer friends than us? I thought we're his closest friend? Maybe… he doesn't like us anymore. What if he decides to change school all of a sudden? I don't want him to go Oishi! Stop Ochibi from going!" Kikumaru started to wail.
Oishi was rubbing on Eiji, Fuji thought for a split second before focusing his attention to Echizen. He knew about the fact that their youngest didn't arrive home last night; he had called the Echizen household, wanting to make sure that the boy wonder arrived safely at home. He had somehow pacified the ranging worry within himself last night. But now…
"Saa… why would Echizen lie to us?" Fuji murmured.
The still silent Kaidoh, who was unluckily standing beside the tensai, involuntarily shivered when he felt the dark aura welling up from the resident tensai. He inched away as inconspicuously as possible.
"Maybe something came up and a friend invited him over," Taka supplied.
"Does that mean his other friend is more important than us?" Eiji whined.
Momo shook his head. "But his cousin told me they didn't call him up last night at all. She was pretty surprised when I mentioned it to her."
"As I have calculated. There was only 36.78% chances of any of his family member calling him home from such a momentous occasion of the team," Inui said, glad that somehow his data wasn't disappointing him that much. He looked back at his notebook. "If he indeed spent the night elsewhere there is a 78.99% probability that the person he was with last night was someone he doesn't want any of us to know. There is a 33.84% chance that he is ashamed of the person he was seeing, a 46.95% chance that he just wants his privacy and the rest is still unknown reason only he could answer."
"But we're his friends! He could tell us anything, nya!"
"What if…" Oishi was officially in his mother hen mode. "What if he actually meant to go home? What if he was kidnapped along the way, and they forced him to call his parents as if he was spending the night at a friend's house. Echizen is such a young boy, and there are many people there who are into young pretty boys… we should call the police now!"
Taka tried to calm their temporary buchou while Eiji was adding fuel to the anxiety with his detailed descriptions of what he knew about pedophiles, which was, if it was really still possible, exaggerated at the least. With watching their mother hen hyperventilate with worry and trying to block the gory descriptions Eiji was providing them the others failed to notice the murderous aura enveloping the group. Except for the unfortunate Kaidoh, whose attempt to inch off away from the tensai was futile.
A squeak was heard from the direction of the first years. And all of the sudden seven pairs of eyes focused their attention to the loud mouthed freshman. Horio now cringed at the attention he was getting from the regular players.
"Well… there was no trace of Echizen at all today. The senseis were wondering because he has never missed a class ever. He was normally late but never absent."
"Did he mention anything to you at all yesterday?" Fuji asked, revealing his cold, steely blue eyes.
"N... no, Fuji sempai!" Horio exclaimed. "But…"
"Yes?" the tensai prodded.
"Another classmate of ours said he saw him last night walking around the streets talking to someone. It was right after he departed. He didn't know who he was talking to but while our classmate tried to identify Echizen's companion they quickly departed the area and drove away, I guess"
"Who could he be with, nya?" Eiji wondered.
"I was right! He was kidnapped! Call the cops; we have to inform his parents…" Oishi continued his monologue.
"Fshuuu… the brat is more problem than he is worth," Kaidoh grumbled.
"But who could he be with?" Momo asked in general.
Inui pushed his eyeglasses further in his nose. "You could ask him about that now because he is coming this way as we speak."
The group looked at the direction the data master indicated and sure enough the missing tennis prodigy could be seen walking with his tennis gear on and the racket in slung in his shoulders. There was nothing visibly different from the young freshman but he seemed to emit some different vibes.
Ryoma felt the breath literally knocked out of him when Eiji and Momo tried to glomp him and put him in a headlock simultaneously. He pried their arms from his battered throat with great effort only to come face to face with a very worried Oishi, who tried to check if he was sporting bruises and such, muttering about 'child molesters' and 'too young for such things'. He vaguely heard it because his focus was directed at the frightening smile of the Seigaku tensai.
"Saa… good for you to finally join us Echizen!" Fuji said, his voice dripping with heavy sweetness no one can mistake.
A collective shiver ran up the bodies of anyone who heard the words. A pitying look was cast at the youngest regular, which was pointedly ignored by the said freshman.
"I'm sorry mina for being late," Ryoma apologized, directing his gaze at the temporary captain.
"Why were you late, nya?" Eiji asked, attempting to glomp him once again. "Momo said your cousin said you never made it home last night and that you slept over at someone else's house."
Ryoma was startled at what he heard. He thought his act last night was enough to satisfy them to prevent any inquiries. But then he remembered who his sempais were and he groaned inwardly. How was he going to get out from this predicament? He couldn't very well say to them that he spent the night with the Hyotei captain. He could already imagine the violent reaction he would get if he told them who he was with last night. And if words got out of what he had done with Atobe…
"Who were you with last night?" Momo prodded, poking the younger boy at his side.
"I… I was out… with a… friend," Ryoma stalled, trying to think of a plausible lie. "I was… I got a message last night… a friend of mine from America was in Tokyo yesterday. And he heard we won the finals… so he invited me for a celebration."
"Sou ka," Fuji said, still smiling. "Why didn't you tell your parents about your friend? And why didn't you just tell us about this friend of yours?"
The younger boy tried valiantly for some way out from his predicament. "Che. He… liked his privacy. Ouyaji would have… interrogated him or something. Besides, he doesn't know him anyways. You guys would have tried to invite him in last night."
Fuji's eyes suddenly opened, revealing his glinting cerulean eyes. "May we know who you were with?"
Ryoma, feeling trapped, reverted to his old bratty self. "Yadda."
"Mou, Ochibi! That is mean, nya! Tell us!"
"Yadda"
"It would be really nice if you could tell us."
"Oishi sempai, yadda."
"You are such a brat Echizen, yes you are. If you don't tell us you'll have to be punished for being absent for morning practice and late this afternoon."
"Then punish me."
"Fshuuu…"
"Yadda, sempai."
"If you don't tell, you'll have to drink my newest deluxe Inui Juice with Truthimins. So that you'll refrain from lying to us in the future."
"Echizen, maybe you should… BURNING! OCHIBI! TELL US YOUR WHEREABOUTS LAST NIGHT AND YOUR COMPANION'S IDENTITY, BABY!"
"Saa… and, let's see, 100 laps around the court, I say?"
Ryoma reached for the steaming glass from Inui and downed the juice in one go, grimacing as he started his laps. His teammates watched his retreating back with amazement.
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After the unforgettable (and for Ryoma torturous) afternoon practice Oishi gathered the regulars for a very important announcement. Coach Ryuzaki stood in attendance, anticipating the reactions of her regulars when the surprise was revealed.
"Minna, the school would like to extend their congratulations for winning the regionals this year."
"Yeah! We finally did it!" Kikumaru exclaimed.
"Saa… This has been the best results we have attained," Fuji agreed. "But we still have the nationals to conquer."
"The school still appreciates our efforts," Oishi insisted. "This is possible only because we all worked hard and sacrificed a lot. And from the administration of the school as well as the whole student body they extend their congratulations."
"Che. It was tennis," Ryoma muttered under his breath.
"That's right. It's tennis. The sport that we all love," Taka added.
"And from my calculation with more effort we can go all the way this year," Inui affirmed.
"We're not going to lose the nationals, no we won't," Momo called out. "Ne, mamushi?"
"Fshuuu… "Kaidoh hissed
"And as for winning the regional's title the school along with the student body has prepared a gift for all of us," Coach Ryuzaki suddenly said.
"What is it nya?!" Kikumaru asked excitedly.
Ryoma had a bad feeling about this and with a slight apprehensive feeling he waited with the rest of the regulars for Couch Ryuzaki to continue. The Seigaku coach paused for a long time, trying to excite her regulars as much as possible.
"Minna, we're going to visit Tezuka in Germany!"
TBC…
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