Mixed Doubles Comp: August 1-5

Author's note:

Some research on Japan schooling and I found out that high school is only grades 10-12. I need Ryoma and the other characters to be older for this story because of the timeline I am constructing can't have her being 5 years old when an event happened.

Also the summer Olympics 2012 are happening in London and mixed doubles is in fact going to be brought back for the first time in 88 years. America holds the last gold metal for this event (Wightman-Williams Pair) and I think that it would be important for them to hold onto the medal.

I will be trying to make this, as close to real life as possible, so there are not going to be any Inui changing age/gender drinks in here and a lot more situations that would be normal life. I am going to try to make the characters have more details put into their backgrounds and personalities that Konomi skipped on. Seriously there has to be a reason why every one of those tennis players acts the way they do and really even Seigaku's players don't have much of a background story to them.

Ages:

Ryoga- 24

Kevin-24

Yukimura, Sanada, Yanagi, Niou, Marui, Jackal, Yagyuu-17

Kirihara-16

Ryoma-15

Japanese -"Prince of Tennis"

English- "Prince of Tennis"

Thoughts- "Prince of Tennis"

Start:

Olympic Arc: The Rules of Rest Days

London, England

July 1st, 2012

Tokyo to Japan estimated flight time: 12 hours and 23 minutes

A group of eight people in an airport is not an unusual thing. There was nothing unusual about this group at all actually. They all dressed in a gold yellow jumpsuit uniform with a black strip across the chest and white strips lining the tops of their arms. They were obviously a team to those who spared a glance at them.

The 2012 Summer Olympics were being held in London that year, so it was not odd to see a school team arriving to see the events or try to train with the Olympians. Though the opening ceremonies were not until the 27th, athletes were arriving daily so to get used to the playing field.

The gold and black team was a school one, not an Olympic one, though they would have liked to be. They were Rikkaidai Fuzoku Tennis Club, the number one high school tennis team in Japan for the last two years and they planned to continue that streak for another year.

That brings us to the purpose of the dreary-eyed regulars being not in Japan, but England. The prize for winning the National Championship had not only been the title this year, there had been an addition of tickets to watch the Olympic tennis events and a one month training trip before. So after the one sempai, who held the reserve spot all year, had been kicked out of trip to make room for the new kouhai Kirihara Akaya or Akaya Kirihara, now that they were in England, Rikkaidai was ready to train. The team of eight tennis players was determined to continue their winning streak for another year. The one goal for this trip… to become invincible.

Tennis lead her to this place, so she didn't get why her tennis rackets and shoes were locked up in a place unknown to anyone other then her coach and older brother. She had been sent out with the advice "have fun."

There was nothing fun except tennis for her. Sightseeing was boring, 'how long can you stare at one object for?' Shopping was a torturous activity, 'how much stuff does one person need?' unless she was in a tennis shop, which at this point in time her brother ban her from. The only thing that the green haired girl wanted to do was continue training, but she was not allowed and if caught trying to do so she would not be allowed to play for even longer.

That led her to the situation she was in now. Bored out of her mind wandering the streets of London. The worst part, staring right at her face was the greatest temptation. A tennis court.

"Sempai-tachi! Hurry up!" A black haired teenager requested to the older teenagers walking at a more relaxed pace behind him.

"Tandoru, Kirihara! Compose yourself!" Demanded the ball cap wearing teen in the back.

"But Semp-"

"How are you even going to ask for a match, Aka-chan? You suck at English." The statement was finished with the blowing of a bubble. The red head that said this had a grin on his face as his pink bubble gum popped.

"Don't call me Aka-chan! And I don't suck at English! Anyway Yukimura-buchou will ask for me, right buchou?" Kirihara pointed his question to the feminine looking blue haired captain, widening his eyes giving him an almost angelic look as he pleaded.

"Do not demand Yukimura-buchou to do such insignificant tasks for you! You could do them your self if you ever felt the need to study!" Sanada Genichirou bellowed at the boy.

Yukimura spoke up for the first time, "It's fine, Sanada. Anyways, I doubt we will find any Olympians at the street courts." He gave Akaya a small smile as they continued to walk.

"Buchou, what I don't get is that on our one day to explore the city we are following Kirihara to try and track down some Olympian players. That most likely won't even be there." The tan boy in the back was right. Jackal was usual the one to calm everyone down and the practical one of the group. To hear him question the sanity of the group for skipping out on a tour of the city to do something that they would be doing every other day of the month was also normal.

So like normal, the conversation continued on, ignoring the sensible player.

"There is a 4% chance that we will find a Olympian on the courts." Notified the closed-eye member of the group.

"I like those odds!" Akaya grinned increasing his already brisk walking pace.

"Puri. Are you sure we're going the right way? I thought we were suppose to tur-"

"No, Niou!" The whole group roared at the prankster with no sense of direction.

"We have arrived." The Gentleman stated to the group, as they had not seemed to notice during their conversation.

'Ryoga wouldn't get mad at me for just watching some games.'

That statement reassured the young girl as she walked onto the street courts. It wasn't like she was playing or anything, just watching. 'That won't get him mad. Hopefully…'

Ryoma looked around the perimeter of the courts to find a place to sit and watch the games that were being played. She spotted an empty wooden bench over by the far corner of the court, but next to it gathered a cluster of boys. They seemed to be watching the match, though did she really want to go over there and maybe draw attention to herself by sitting next to them.

'A seat is a seat. I'm not going to give up a perfectly good place to sit down because they all just want to stand.'

So with no more hesitation Ryoma made her way over the bench and sat down. She realized then why none of them had taken the bench, they were to enthralled with the game in front of them. But the game in front of her just made her want to ring the familiar person's neck. 'Am I the only one who has their racket locked up on rest days?'

"I WILL DYE THE COURTS IN RED!" The roar broke Ryoma out of her thoughts as a tennis ball headed right towards the familiar blonde haired boy.

"Kevin, duck!" Her scream alerted all the players on the court of her presents.

Kevin moved out of the way of the ball coming at his head at the last moment. As the ball bounced in, no one dared to call the score of the game because of the very pissed yellow eye girl stomping her way over to Kevin.

"Hey, Ryoma. I was just about to call you and see if you and Ryo wanted to grab some lunch." Kevin gave a weak laugh at the end of his statement. The teens at the other side of the court could see that he was scared of the girl, nearly two heads shorter than him.

"Do you think that the rules don't apply to you?"

"No, it just that-"

"What? You felt like playing on a rest day. Please, tell me your excuse for breaking coach's rules." Ryoma didn't scream or yell, but Kevin knew that he was in even more trouble now then if she was screaming.

"Well, you know, those kids over there are from Japan and I was just trying to be friendly because they are from a high school and wanted to play an Olympian." Kevin timidly said.

"Kevin, leave. Now. Before I actually think about what I am doing and tell Coach B."

"Okay! Bye!" Kevin ran off quickly, so that Ryoma would not think to change her mind. He left in such a hurry that he even forgot his tennis bag.

Ryoma picked up the abandoned bag from its place leaning against the fence. She turned to the players across the court from her who witnessed the whole conversation.

"Which one of you is the captain?" She questioned the group in perfect Japanese.

"I am," spoke Yukimura.

"I advice you to keep your little demon boy under control. You almost injured one of the American team's reserve players."

Upon hearing someone refer to him as a demon, Kirihara, who no longer had his eyes bloodshot, protested. "I am under control!"

"Whatever lets you sleep at night, kid." She responded, before turning around and starting to walk off the court.

"Fine, then play a game against me. I'll show you just how much control I have."

"I will-" Ryoma started her response to the challenge. She was cut off before she could deny the dare.

"Not be taking part in any exercise today." A voice was heard from behind Ryoma.

"Ryoga, I wasn't goi-"

"Oh, really. So your just holding Kevin's tennis bag and on a tennis court. Chibisuke, we've gone over this and you know the rules." Ryoga reproached.

"Kevin left it here. I was going to bring it back to him." Ryoma defended.

"I'm supposed to believe that. Kevin follows the rules and even if he didn't, you have done this before how am I supposed to believe you."

"I think I can help." Stated Yukimura intervening in the siblings' conversation.

"Your friend Kevin was here minutes earlier. He was playing a match with Kirihara. She-" he pointed at Ryoma, "didn't show up until halfway through the second game. She stopped him from getting a pretty big bruise on his head."

Ryoma shot Ryoga an "I told you so" look, while he looked at her apologetically. That was all the siblings needed to communicate between themselves and were already heading towards the exit of the courts before they both headed towards the exit.

The Rikkaidai team looked at the pair in confusion. They had no idea what those glances meant or who the two even were. "Interesting," Yanagi muttered while writing down the encounter in his ever-present notebook.

"Chance of seeing them again, 87%."

A grin spread over Kirihara's face as he thought of how much fun a game against them would be, "I like those odds." Repeating what he had said earlier that day to the group.

As Ryoma walked side-by-side with her brother the one thing that kept crossing her mind was, 'That guy was the first person to ever stand up for me.'

End Notes:

I tried really hard to get all the Rikkaidai players to say something in character in the conversation in the middle, but there was so little to actually be said. So I hope you liked the first chapter because this is saving me from boredom and trying to do stupid things with my brother. Please continue to save me from the disease called boredom and REVIEW! It is the only cure.