Disclaimer- I do not own Prince of Tennis. Mr.Takeshi does.
Summary:What happens when Ryoma returns to America? Will he remember the girl he loved so many years ago? Will that girl learn to love him back they way she did, or will everything end up in tears, broken hearts, and pain?
By Special Circumstances
AFTERWARDS
Chapter 1
Ryoma, now on his way back to Japan in his private jet, had greatly matured from what he was five years ago. He was taller (thanks to Inui), and was much more handsome than when he was twelve. He had already gained fans from across the continent, and was a pro tennis star. Being on T.V was in his everyday life schedule. He was rich, popular, and just about anything any girl would want out of a guy. Ryoma had a nicely built six-pack, and his feline yellow eyes just became more and more breathtaking. Really, Ryoma hadn't changed much, he just became really hott. Ryoma never understood why he had so many girls (even some guys) stalking him. His hair was still dark with streams of green highlights. He kept that trademark smirk of his, and well, his attitude just stayed the same; prideful and cold.
The fact that Ryoma never had girlfriend was disturbing to the media. I mean, Ryoma got at least ten new confessions a day. Many people thought he was gay, so guys started to ask Ryoma out on dates. Ryoma, of course, ignored all of this because all he really cared about was tennis..tennis.. and more tennis.
As Ryoma was thinking about his stay in America, he came across the fact if he was ever going to get a girlfriend. He never really thought about it, but now that he was reading a magazine whose headline read: "Is Our Beloved Tennis Prince Gay or is he Bi?", Ryoma started to really think if he would ever love someone. Now that he really thought about girls, the only girl he actually spent time with for more than five minutes, was Ryuuzaki.
"Wasn't she that really clumsy one?" he thought.
Ryoma didn't remember why, but when he was back in Seigaku, he would always feel different around that girl. Every time he was close to her, or even just shot a glance at her, he would start to hyperventilate and his head would start to throb.
After all these years, Ryoma didn't remember what she looked like anymore. He didn't really remember anything about that girl; only that she was a klutz, she was directionally challenged, and she had these two freakishly long braids.
Thinking about old times, especially Ryuuzaki, and being in a plane didn't help much. Nor did eating the food, which he thought would taste better being in a private jet, but was proved wrong. Ryoma nearly puked all over himself, but resisted due to mere ego.
When the jet landed, Ryoma was relieved that he was finally back in his home country, but quickly ran in to the bathroom to hide when he saw all the reporters outside. He specifically told his manager NOT to tell anyone about his visit to Japan, but considering how big of a mouth his manager had, and all the stalkers he himself had, he guessed that someone must have spilled the beans.
Anyways, Ryoma quickly devised a plan to get out of the airport, without any interviews, called Momo, whom he called before he left to come pick him up. Momo said that he would bring the rest of the legendary Seigaku team so come welcome him.
Quickly, Ryoma dialed Momo's number:
"Hello?"
"Momo? Its me, Ryoma."
"Oh my God!!! Ryoma! I can't believe it, your actually here, in Japan! Where are you, the whole gangs here to come get you.
"Yea ,yea ok. Betsuni. Just listen up okay?"
He heard the phone drop and lots of yelling.
"I want to talk to O'chibi!!"
"Fshuuuu…"
"Ii data.."
"BURNING!! GIVE ME THE PHONE BABYYY!!!!!!"
"Come on guys, lets cooperate..maybe we can share….."
"I wonder how much he has improved, still…ooohh I got the phone."
"Hey!! Give it Fuji!"
"Everyone! 20 laps around the airport. NOW!. And Momoshiro, talk to Echizen."
"Yup, same team," Ryoma thought.
Finally, Momo came back on the line, panting, "OK.."
"Momo? You there?"
"Gomen, so what were you saying again?"
"Ok, well right now there are so many damned reporters outside, so I'm going to need you guys to help me get out without being spotted..K?
"It's your call Mr.popular."
"shut up.. ok so this is what we're going to do……"
Sakuno put down the magazine she was currently reading, and sighed. She had found her love for fashion, and quit tennis, shortly after Ryoma left. Now, she was traveling the world, to attend her fashion shows. Everyone loved her. Sakuno was a completely different person, compared to what she was five years ago. No longer was she so shy and clumsy, but open and confident in herself. In the midst of things, Sakuno had also developed a type of "tough skin". She wasn't as vulnerable, and learned to deal with her emotions much more efficiently. Not only had Sakuno changed on the inside, but on the outside as well. She had chopped of her braids, and let her auburn hair drape down on her shoulders. She had developed very nice curves and was considered beautiful in any man's eyes. Everytime she looked at you, her soft brown eyes would just cause anyone's heart to melt.
It had been a long morning, and Sakuno was getting ready to leave America. Yes, she was in America, but not for fun, for a fashion show. She was glad to hear all the wonderful comments, and had returned to her hotel when the show was over. Sakuno was already packed, so she just plopped down on her bed and flipped the TV on. Just then, Sakuno felt as if an arrow had shot at her heart, penetrating the barriers she tried so hard to put up.
On the TV, currently being interviewed, was none other than Echizen Ryoma; the boy she loved all through middle school. The boy that destroyed her so many times, but still managed to love him even more. All the years that Ryoma had went to America, Sakuno had decided to forget him completely. She wanted to rid herself of all the useless crap she always thought about him, and she really wanted to move on. She avoided all conversation about "japenese pro tennis star" and basically anything to do with tennis because in the end, the conversations would all turn to Ryoma. Sakuno never watched any of his games, for she couldn't stand seeing his face again, but now in America, she wasn't used to the TV channels, so when the TV turned on, she wasn't ready to embrace the impact.
All of a sudden, memories started to flow in to her mind, forcing the tears she had been holding back for so long to stream out of her eyes. Sakuno couldn't stand it any more…she was over him, wasn't she? For so long, she had hated him for being so mean towards her, for not even noticing her. She wanted to hit him so bad, but talked herself out of it. Then, Sakuno slapped herself for crying and for breaking down like that. She hated the damned guy..he could go to hell for all she cared.
"Baka Sakuno.." she said to herself. She couldn't let the old Sakuno come back, No, not after all those years of building the new one. Sakuno wouldn't give up, not now, not when she was strongest.
Sakuno turned off the TV and went to the airport to get ready to go back to Japan. Hopefully, she thought, I'll forget what just happened.
Sakuno called her grandma that she was getting ready to board, and told her the time she would have to come to pick her up.
"I won't be coming to pick you up today, Sakuno."
"Hm? Why not? If not you, who is?"
"I don't know, I called Momoshiro. He said he would bring the whole team to the airport. Seems like they need to pick someone up too."
"Oh, Ok.."
When Sakuno got off the airplane, and got her luggage, she began to search for the Seigaku team. Even though it had been five years, she legendary Seigaku team still stuck together, and nothing really changed about them. They also still played tennis, so they would be carrying their tennis bags around too.
Ok, Sakuno thought, Just look for a bunch of men with tennis bags.
Finally, Sakuno spotted them. But then, she also spotted an old man too. That must be the guy they were picking up; it was probably Momo's grandfather or something.
"Hey! You guys!"
Sakuno ran over to the Seigaku team.
"Yo, Ryuuzaki."Momo called.
As Sakuno neared the men, she realized that something about the old man with them was awfully familiar. She also noticed that he had flinched a little when Momo said her name. She saw strands of dark hair sticking out of the top hat he was wearing. He was wearing sunglasses, so she couldn't see his eyes, but then she realized that he didn't have a wrinkle on his face. He had a cane, his back was arched, but he really didn't look like an old man. The old man noticed she was staring at him and smirked. That smirk. The smirk she remembered so clearly. The smirk she wanted to forget. The smirk who belonged to a certain someone she knew.
"R-Ryoma-kun?" for the first time in years, Sakuno started to stutter again.
"Long time no see, Ryuuzaki. Mada Mada Dane." The 'old' man said, smirking.
A/N- Sorry! I know its really short, but its only the first chapter. Plus this is my first fic..I'll try to upload chapter 2 ASAP.
Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!!! i dont care if you critisize me, actually thats better, then i know what to improve on.
thanks!
-Special Circumstances