:: I DO NOT OWN THE PRINCE OF TENNIS, IT'S CHARACTERS OR STORY::
"Find your grand dream"
Ryoga needed to clear his head, he needed to go back home. He needed his family. Searching nonstop for something unknown was stupid; it was like cutting water with a sword. Ryoga inhaled deeply before gently knocking on the door, it was very unlike him to be this nervous, in fact he couldn't even remember when he was this nervous. He heard footsteps, heavy ones; it would be his father's.
The door opened. "Hello?"
Ryoga said nothing; actually he couldn't say anything at all. His mind clogged up and his stomach twisted at the sight of his old man again.
Nanjiroh jumped back from the door in surprise. "I-I can't believe it." He stuttered, "R-Ryoga!"
Rinko, who had been silently fixing dinner stopped abruptly and ran to the front door. "Ryoga?"
The teenager nodded his head, still glued to the same expression.
Nanjiroh smiled. "You finally came back to see your family, eh?"
Ryoga nodded.
Rinko grinned, "I always knew you would. Remember that we always love you no matter the circumstances."
"Come in, come in!" Nanjiroh said happily as he led his son inside. "Ryoma should be home soon."
Ryoga's heart skipped a beat. What if Ryoma was still angry at him from the previous events? What if Ryoma turned him into the police? What if he cried? Ryoga hadn't been taught the act of older brother much, apart from teasing and acknowledgement. He followed his father to the 'lounge room' and took a seat sitting opposite to where Nanjiroh sat.
"What have you been doing?" Nanjiroh asked, extremely curious.
Ryoga fiddled with his hands for a second before answering. "Playing tennis."
Nanjiroh blinked a few times out of confusion. "What do you mean? You couldn't have been playing tennis for years nonstop!"
Ryoga bit his lip. How could he tell his father the details of his matches? Just tell him? That would look very professional, 'Hey dad, guess what? I've been playing in illegal matches for the past few years, earning little income and gambling!' Great idea.
Then, as if on cue the front door opened.
"I'm home." Came the gruff welcoming as Ryoma set his sports bag on the floor and walked wearily into the kitchen to see his mother.
"Oi, Ryoma! Look who's here!" Nanjiroh called to his youngest son.
Even from a fair distance you could still make out Ryoma's sigh of annoyance. "Coming."
Nanjiroh grinned in pleasure, oh boy would it be great for Ryoma to see his big brother again! But, what if Ryoma disliked Ryoga for not being with his family for so long? What if they didn't get along? What if they cried? Nanjiroh gaped at the idea as he involuntarily made a distressed expression.
"Hi-" Ryoma paused, shocked at who he was saying hi to. "I-it's you."
Ryoga froze. Chi-bi-su-ke.
Okay I've begun writing again..yay!
I'm not sure what this fic will end up being...
I know!
Inform me of ideas for this fic and I'll choose what happens next from the most creative!
(I'll acknowledge you in the story, ne?)
Squish.