Because of Ryouko's innovative way of dealing with the stance and gripping problems of the girls in the tennis club, she became even more famous. It wasn't as if she needed the excess popularity...
It was bad enough that people stare at her as she walk through the corridors. Now, Ryouko wouldn't be able to go anywhere without someone tailing her.
"Ryouko-chan. Am I doing it right?"
"Ryouko-chan, teach me this next time."
"Ryouko-chan, let's eat lunch together."
"Ryouko-chan, are you free this afternoon?"
"Ryouko-chan, we'll hang out to this newly-opened accessories store."
"Ryouko-chaaaan..."
"-chan here, -chan there! Urusaindakedo! (It's so noisy!)" Ryouko yelled and opened her eyes. She woke with a start. She realized that she was sleep-talking.
Ryouko sighed.
"That's quite a scream you've got there..." Ryoma commented.
"Since when were you here?" She asked him.
"Just now." Ryoma answered with a smirk.
She longed to spend a minute alone, and the eye of the center of the storm called Seishun Gakuen seemed to be this very rooftop. And so she always seek the protection of the place.
Sometimes, it helped that Ryoma was there to accompany her. Most of the time, she wanted to throw him off the building.
"What's with '–chan here, -chan there'?" Ryoma asked.
"It's the hateful way they call my name. –chan seriously. I told them to stop, but they won't listen." Ryouko complained.
"It's the way people are affectionate with each other. We're the weird ones." Ryoma said.
"Oh. Someone's been calling you –chan too..." Ryouko said with her chin resting on her palm.
"Kikumaru-senpai sometimes does." Ryoma answered. He threw a can of grape-flavored Ponta at her.
Ryouko caught it. "Hmmm... You're being loved by your senpais, aren't you?" She commented.
"Betsuni. I won't go right down to 'being loved'." Ryoma said.
"I need to rest. I've been having too much trouble these past few days..." Ryouko said, crumpling the empty can with her left hand and throwing it back to Ryoma. "You be quiet for a while or I'll slit your throat." She threatened him.
"Why do you have to be so brutal? You're still a girl, you know..." Ryoma told her as he placed the empty and crushed tin can inside a nearby trash bin.
Ryouko placed her duffle bag where she keeps her rackets and practice clothes on the floor and tried to fluff it out like a pillow. She frowned when she didn't get it to settle right.
"Oy, Ryoma. You busy?" Ryouko called out.
"Betsuni." Ryoma answered.
"Then come here for a moment." She said, motioning him to come close with hand motions.
"What is it?" Ryoma asked as soon as he arrived on the spot.
Ryouko reached a hand towards him. Confused, Ryoma took it. Ryouko pulled him down towards her.
Startled, Ryoma sat on his behind beside Ryouko. Then she suddenly layed down and rested her head on Ryoma's thighs.
"As expected, you're still the best pillow..." Ryouko commented.
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Tennis no Ojou-sama: A Prince of Tennis Fan Fiction
FanfictionTotally alike to the point that they hate each other, Echizen Ryoma and Fujioka Ryouko became rivals at a very early age. Reunited after being separated from each other at age nine, will rivalry at the most precious sport of their lives still get i...
