I own nothing!

Ryoma breathed. In. Out. In. Out. He could do this. Today was the day that he would beat his baka oyaji. He just knew it.

With fierce determination, he served the ball. There it soared, it's only resistance being the air. It went over the net, past his oyaji, and, unfortunately, past the court itself. It landed just a few inches from the out line.

Nine year old Ryoma Echizen pouted while his father, Samurai Nanjiroh, laughed. "C'mon gaki! Is that the best you can do? It's suppose to stay inside the court!"

"URUSAI BAKA OYAJI! Now play seriously." Ryoma said, scowling in a cute way.

Nanjiroh laughed...and then...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Ryoma bolted upright, eyes wide as he looked around. His fists clenched, as he recalled his dream...no...nightmare... Oyaji...

A concerned meow brought him out of his thoughts. He looked at his cat, Karupin, and gave a tight smile. "I'm alright girl." He lied.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-!

Quickly, Ryoma turned off the offending noise making object. Though this time...he was glad it had woken him up when it had...

Shaking his head, he slowly got ready for his first day at Seigaku, trying not to let his mind wonder to his night terror.

As he showered, he thought about which club he should join. Definitley not Tennis. Art maybe? He was a relatively good artist. Hm.

Ryoma stepped out of the shower, and looked at his uniform. 'At least I won't stick out.' he thought to himself. As he got dressed, he looked up at the only thing decorating his walls. A poster of the legendary Samurai Nanjiroh. "Oyaji...I'm sorry..."

Thirty minutes later, Ryoma was down stairs and ready to leave. "Ja, Nanako-san." He muttered before walking out the door.

"A-Ah. Ja...Ryoma-kun..." Nanako sighed as she watched her cousin leave. 'Poor Ryoma...he's been through so much...I hope...I hope that this move...helps him...Auntie...Uncle...Please watch over him...'

Ryoma sneezed. "I hope I'm not getting sick..."

Ano...How was it?