The burning sun in America sent Echizen Ryoma panting desperately.

He tried to fan himself and inwardly cursed himself for forgetting to bring his cap. That kuso oyaji, where the heck is he? I swear if he doesn't come soon, I'll make him regret.

"Oi, Seishounen!" Someone interrupted Ryoma from creating a mental list on how to torture his dad. He turned around and was greeted by his dad in his bright red shirt and a pair of brown short pants along with a pair of sunglasses on his head.

"What took you so long?"

"Maa, maa, seishonen, calm down! There are so hot chicks around, and I was having a chat with them unlike you who don't even want to have fun with them. I wonder what went wrong with your childhood?!" replied his dad.

"Tch, are we going or not?"

"Brats these days doesn't have manners" muttered Nanjiro.

Ryoma sighed. He was so tired and his dad wasn't making things worse for him. He crave sleep, Ponta, and most importantly, his beloved Karupin. Ryoma was too attached to Japan, the place where he created so many memories. And though he wouldn't admit it, deep down, he miss Momo's headlocks and Eiji's bear hugs, Oishi's caring nature, Tezuka's stoicness, Fuji's sadistic personality and weird taste buds, Inui's horrifying concoctions, Kaidoh's resemblance of snakes, and Taka's "burning" mode.

Ryoma slouched further down the chair and slowly closed his eyelids. For now, he'll rest and hopefully by the time he wakes up, he had arrived in Japan.

"Ryo...ma...oi...Ryo...ma...Ryoma!" Someone mercilessly shake Ryoma awake and he in response, slapped that person's hand.

"Go away," he groaned.

"Get up, we're here." Ryoma opened his eyes and saw his dad looking down at him. Without saying anything, Nanjiroh grabbed his suitcase and Ryoma had no choice but to follow him.

Ryoma wander his eyes around, confusion obviously display across his face. Weren't they in the plane?

Nanjiroh turned around when he noticed that Ryoma wasn't following him, "I carried you off the plane and to the car. Be grateful, brat." At this moment, Rinko came out to greet them.

"Welcome back, honey. How's America?" she asked.

"Fine." I answered. "Oyaji, I'm going for a walk."

"Whatever, bring your cell phone with you in case of emergencies. I'm going to buy something," he replied and walked away with Ryoma doing the same thing.

He strolled down the block and stopped by a fast food restraurant that he and Momo frequent.

I wish Momo-senpai is here to pay for me, Ryoma thought and dug inside his pocket for cash. Unfortunately, he was carrying dollars and not yen, so he couldn't buy anything. But then he thought of a great idea: he can call Nanjiroh and his dad will pay for his food. And therefore, he reached for his phon but it was knocked out of his hand as he also tumble to the ground.

Somone was also squeezing him to the point of suffocation and Ryoma felt a sense of Déjà vu.

"Ochibi!" Ryoma looked up and noticed strands of red hair on his face.

"Eiji-senpai?"