History in Two Words

...or less...

Summary: Kagome Higurashi once lived in America, she and her mom had left her father after he had an affair, and had travelled the world to allow Kagome to participate in Tennis Matches...along the way she met Ryoma, and she became one of the few tennis players his age that he would actually practice with...when she finds out that he is returning to Japan...and he asks her to return as well...Kagome is faced with a choice, go back and face her past, or continue on in America to world lackluster without her best friend!

Genre: Romance/Humor

Pairing: Kagome/?

Rated: M

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(2007)

– December 14th –

"Left!"

"Liar!" Kagome laughed as she crossed to the right of the court, her eyes following the ball and her racket catching it with an upwards placed topspin that sent the ball reeling back towards Ryoma. However, it circled around behind him and he had to jump back a foot in order to catch the ball with his own racket.

"Right!"

She shook her head and ran to the center of the court; he was screwing with her and she knew it. She returned the ball with a light tap and grinned when Ryoma ran forward and dived at the net. When the ball dribbled pathetically away from him, she gave a cute laugh as he sighed and placed his forehead down on the green court floor.

"Hey,"

"Hehe, hm?" From her side of the net, she crouched down and looked curiously at him. His face taking on a pink hue as he sat up and glanced at her. "Yeah, what is it?"

"...this December, I'm leaving. I'm going back to Japan."

Her smile left her lips, "all good things have to come to an end, huh."

"Come back with me,"

'Go back to Japan?' She thought about that, the idea terrified her. "Japan doesn't like me,"

"Japan's a fool..."

She laughed at that, standing, she walked to her bag and placed her racket away. "Ryoma, you why I never returned to Japan. I have nothing there to go back to."

He nodded, "yeah, but that's about to change."

"Oh?" She zipped the tennis bag and shouldered it before pulling on her jacket and picking up Ryoma's own tennis bag. Walking back to where he was still sitting, she held it out.

"Ah..." he took the bag and put his racket back inside. "I'll be there...now you have a reason to return to Japan."

"…" She smiled at that and cocked her hip as she tilted her head at him. "really, you act like your important to me."

"Keh, I'm your best friend, and you know it."

Laughing out right at his pout, she dropped to her knees beside him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I'll ask, but only because I don't think you'll survive Japan on your own, your Japanese sucks. Until then, lets head back to your flat."

He shouldered his bag before standing and walking after her. The two had been out till late in the evening, the court lights had come on a while ago if that was an indication for how long they'd been playing. Especially when he considered the fact that they had arrived only shortly after they'd eaten lunch.

"Ryoma,"

"Hm?"

"If I go back, can you promise nothing bad will happen?" She was scared that she'd relapse into a depression. She feared seeing her father again. She feared what might happen if he caught wind of hers and her mother's return. Really, she was just scared.

Ryoma understood, as he stepped up to her side and took her hand in his. "You'll be fine. I'll be there with you."

Smiling, she nodded her head and a new resolve formed in her as she grinned, "then this last tournament...lets both take home gold and leave America with something to talk about!"

Ryoma chuckled, "mada mada dane,"

"Yoku naru dake!" She yelled loudly, reverting to her Japanese roots for a mere fraction of the moment if only to give her own response to Ryoma's trademark phrase. The eyes of everyone around them could be seen turning if only to watch the two kids as they made such a ruckus down the sidewalk.

In the year that they had played tennis together, practicing and enjoying one another's company, they had taken to becoming one another's motivation. Where his made made dane spoke of how far they had to go and how they still weren't good enough, her yoku naru dake confidently reassured them that they would in fact get better. It was back and forth ever since he first told her mada mada dane.

"Geeze, it's freezing," she snuggled into her jacket, her cheeks taking on a pink hue as the wind brushed around them.

"We were out for too long. We didn't notice the bite in the air while playing,"

"The bite?" She laughed.

"What, I'm hungry. Let's hurry back so we can eat."

"Right!"

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– December 17th –

"I can't believe you want to go back," Rai sat on the couch, her head buried in her hands. "I thought you had decided on a school already. What changed?"

Kagome was playing with a ball, her bare foot rolling it around thoughtfully as she listened to her mother. "Ryoma...he's going back to Japan."

"..." her mom glanced up and frowned. "You are willing to go back...for Ryoma?" She knew they were close―with Kagome not having any friends before meeting Ryoma, she didn't want to see them separated as much as Kagome didn't want to be separated. However, moving on a dime just because your friend was moving, that was a bit much. "Kagome, you know it's not that simple."

"Why not?!" Kagome kicked the ball she'd been fussing with away, her frustration showing in volumes. "We've been moving from place to place since I was seven! I've lived in New York, Florida, Los Angeles! I've competed in New Jersey, Nevada, North Carolina and California, and in all that time, you've never had a problem with uprooting me whenever the need became necessary for you! I–I don't want to do this anymore. Not like this..." she heaved a breath and closed her eyes as she tried to settle her sudden bout of anger.

Frozen in place from her daughter emotional state suddenly changing the way it did. Rai nodded her head in understanding; she really wasn't accustomed to her daughter raising her voice, over any matter. She was docile, and she knew it wasn't from spending time with Ryoma. The boy was just as docile, if not more so than her daughter. She closed her eyes and recalled the day they left Japan behind. They had picked up their life and relocated it completely...and from there, Rai had bounced her daughter all over the United States...leaving bits and pieces of their life behind in every state that she played in. Her daughter usually didn't even have time to make friends, only settling in Los Angeles so that she could finish her schooling. "Well, you still have the USTA coming up, you and Ryoma both are competing...so, you should..." Rai closed her eyes and sighed, "probably go ahead and pack all of your belongings so that we aren't rushing come time to move."

Blue eyes widened and Kagome threw her arms around her mothers' shoulders. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Right, right," Rai patted her daughter on the back, "go get a suitcase for your clothes, everything you don't need will be packed. I'm sure this will take some time so I'm going to call Nanjiro and see what school Ryoma will be attending. Since I'm assuming, you want to go to the same school?"

"Yes!"

Nodding her head, Rai left her daughter to roll around in her excitement.

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– December 24th –

Kagome watched movers as they came and took all their belongings. Kagome was sitting on the sidewalk beside Ryoma, her mother and his mother were chatting excitedly back and forth as they talked about Japan. After a few days, Kagome's mother had gotten real into the move, and more specifically, looking into houses and such. She found a nice two-story house in Tokyo Metropolis. She had originally thought about getting their old shrine home back, but the idea of all those stairs were a bit more daunting than either wanted to admit. That hadn't stopped Ryoma's dad from getting a shrine like home, however.

"Are you joining the Regulars at Seigaku?" Kagome asked, though she'd already figured he would be.

"Only if you are,"

"It's an all-boys tennis team, Ryoma. I know I say treat me like a guy when we play, but keep in mind, I'm still female."

He rolled his eyes, "they don't need to know that."

"I'm not crossdressing."

"Ah..." he closed his eyes, "then will you play on the girls tennis team? I've heard it's more like a fan club."

Kagome mentally cringed and leaned back on her elbows, watching the adults walking in and out of her flat, "that actually sounds worse. Why join the tennis club if you are only there to watch others play?"

He shrugged, "so...you'll join the boy's tennis club then?"

"...I'm not crossdressing."

"You don't have to. Pants and a shirt are universal," he looked at her, "in fact, you're wearing them now."

'…hm...' she played with her hair before sighing, "let's see what happens." Her eyes turned to her friend and she chuckled, "you know, you look different today."

"Ah? How so?"

"Well, for one, you normally don't have a cute butterfly in your hair." She brought her hand up and grinned when it settled on her finger, "I guess it's wishing you a happy birthday, tch...beating me to it."

"Is that your way of saying Happy Birthday?" He sighed, "you really do have a long way to go."

"Whatever,"

"Hey, don't butterflies hibernate during the winter?"

Kagome watched it flutter off and shrugged, "I don't think insects hibernate, but I do recall reading about a dormant state that they retreat into during cold seasons. I guess this one wasn't ready...?" She watched it disappear, the chill heavy in the air had her shiver a bit.

"Let's go get a hot coco,"

"Right now?" She frowned.

"It's my birthday, let's go before I change my mind."

Kagome smiled at the hand he offered her. Taking it, she let him pull her to his feet before they left their parents sight. Neither mother noticed them leave, both too involved with the topic of their conversation. However, they were quick to notice the two missing, when the movers were done and neither had yet to return.

In a coffee shop around the corner, the two were sitting on a cozy couch, on the screen that had drawn their attention, Roger Federer was playing against Rafael Nadal at the 2007 Wimbledon Finals. "This is live?"

"The first game is Federer's, clearly. Nadal can't get the ball over the net, but it's Federer's service game..."

"You think it's nerves? Wimbledon is big, his first serve even caught the net."

"you kids know a thing or two about Tennis?"

Ryoma and Kagome glanced to the person behind the counter. Kagome smiled, "a thing or two."

"Ah, those points are coming in. Forty-Love, if Federer misses the next shot, it's game point to Nadal."

"Net..."

Ryoma nodded, watching Nadal serve again, he frowned when it hit the net again, "forty-fifteen. He got scared."

"You think you could play Federer any better?" Kagome laughed, "Nadal is great, it's just...you know, Roger Federer."

"Ah! Forty-Thirty! He does catch up, doesn't he."

"Nice, return...it's deuce." He took a sip of his coco as he watched Nadal serve, a few back and forths and Federer had to run from the net to the baseline in order to return a ball, the lob went higher than the camera could see.

"Ah, the lob...look at that!"

"Making him work for it, Nadal can hit that though."

"Oh, nice! Nine...ten...eleven...twelve, Christ! Twelve hit rallies, and that soft forehand at the net...such a clean point." Kagome laughed, "I wanna play Federer! It looks like fun."

"You kids gonna stick around and watch the whole game, it's probably gonna be long,"

Kagome looked at Ryoma.

"It's my birthday, I wanna watch the game. We can practice later, or tomorrow."

She smiled, "then I guess we're staying for a few hours, huh. You know, I'm jealous, you can't get rallies like this in the tournaments we play."

Ryoma shook his head, "nope."

Hours passed, four hours to be exact. The game ended with a slightly injured Nadal and victorious Federer. The two retaining their number one and number two titles in Tennis once again.

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Me: Here is chapter four, I think. I could go look, but I'm entirely toooooo lazy to do that. ….fine, one second. Yes, it's chapter four, see, wasted all that time. -.- Hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think~! Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!