Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis.

Credits to Cally for suggesting this myth: Ryoma will never be love-struck or dumbstruck by love or the beauty of the opposite gender.

A/N: Feel free to suggest any myths you want to read on! And don't forget to review! :D

Myth 6: Ryoma never gets dumbstruck when it comes to beauty. For him, everyone looks the same.

It wasn't necessarily bad, thinking she meant a lot to him, especially over the last few years. But his answer was still the same.

No, he said – and has been saying ever since he was sent the invitation, and ever since he accidentally ran past her by the streets in Tokyo, Japan. She had been with her fiancé then, talking on and on about why she needed him there, why he needed to attend for her. Because at the end of the day, that was just how much he meant to her.

Still, and with a scowl, he said no.

He would not go to the damned wedding. He was resolute. He swore to himself he wouldn't go to her wedding. Besides – he had a match coming up soon. He needed to stay in California to stay fit, to train. His mentor wouldn't let him go. That was – if not much so – valid enough as any other reason not to go to a wedding.

But to no avail, he eventually surrendered. And a week before the wedding, Ryoma Echizen found himself walking all over the shopping district with a strongly opinionated Nanako. She was opinionated about everything in the world that – didn't matter. Like, turning to the boutique to his left, that couture dress store, and then turning to the shop opposite it, that – you guessed right – other couture dress store.

Nanako Meino was just a fresh graduate from university when she was proposed to. And soon enough, she was counting down the days to her wedding. Take note, she was just twenty-three – another reason as to why Ryoma initially declined his invite. Honest to goodness, he did not – nay – he shall not acknowledge this union. It may sound old fashioned but what the hell happened to getting career and a savings account before founding a family. Looking at Nanako now, in her spritely but quickly bitchy bride-to-be streak, she didn't seem to have a future in mind for her not-yet-but-soon-to-be-existent family other than the fact she needed something new for her wedding. And of all the hours they've spent in the district, you'd think that'd be the easiest thing. It was not. Yes, she bought a lot of something he considered new. But no. No matter how much he pleaded, Nanako still told him she had yet to buy her perfect something new.

Ryoma was just starting his last year in high school. Sure he was a rising star in the tennis world. But romance-wise, he's got caput – not that he ever cared. If only he could sit his cousin down, talk to her about life, about her rashness, maybe he'd be able to get her to reconsider. And, noticing that she was a good enough analyzer of what dress was better than the other, he couldn't help but curse at how gullible he was for having gotten forced into trailing after her. For all he knew, he would just wind up as her day's carrier.

Shopping was the shittiest, most time consuming, useless, wasteful thing in the world. Ryoma thought so, loudly actually, in a loud coherent grumble as Nanako and he paused by the pedestrians lane. Girls gushed behind them, both due to his insensitivity and utter handsomeness. Gritting all the way to the designer's shop, with the boxes and bags of Nanako trembling, tempting to fall with every step he took, Ryoma's eyes narrowed in annoyance for the nth time that afternoon. The boxes he carried were incapacitating his line of vision. He could barely see where he was going through all the pink and ribbon-y contusions protruding from Nanako's everything new.

When they reached the designer shop his cousin so had to visit, Nanako's cry echoed through his ears.

"Sakuno-chan! You look so beautiful!"

To which Ryoma twitched, and, carefully placing down the boxes with ribbons and other unnecessary items, looked up to face his cousin and schoolmate only to find himself forgetting how to breathe. Had his brain been able to process anything at the moment, it would be going, "What the fuck."

His eyes widened. His cheeks flushed slightly. His lips parted in disbelief. And due to something very alien to him, he was feeling ridiculously uneasy. Gradually, it was as if the beating of his heart was getting louder with each passing second.

"Doesn't she just look stunning, Ryoma-kun?" Nanako cheered on giddily. Sakuno just blushed shyly, lightly touching the skirt of her gown. "What's the occasion?" Nanako couldn't help but ask. Her smile, pleasing.

"My parent's wedding." Sakuno told Nanako with austere glee. "How about you?"

"My wedding." Nanako blissfully replied, much to Sakuno's absolute bewilderment. "It's just a very small gathering. I've known my fiancé from high school, you know. I didn't even know he's liked me since then. (to which Sakuno's gaze flickered to Ryoma for less than a moment) He only told me during our third year at university! And I've been nothing less than happy ever since."

"Ryoma-sama! Sakuno's go-r-geous, isn't she?" Tomoka proclaimed in ecstasy, suddenly emerging from the next room then rushing into another. To this, Nanako and Sakuno turned to look at Ryoma and his shocked face. Both were unable to keep themselves from laughing at his expression.

"Can I see my wedding gown?" Nanako finally inquired, following behind another attendee who led her happily.

Noticing Ryoma still frozen shocked, Sakuno couldn't help but smile. She approached him, asking.

"You're scaring me, Ryoma-kun. Does it actually look bad?" She worriedly asked in a hushed voice. "I mean, you're a guy. It's good to get your opinion."

Still, finding Ryoma unable to talk, Sakuno turned to all the items Nanako had previously bought. Ryoma's eyes followed her form as she laughed at the amount of Nanako's purchases.

"I can actually picture you carrying all this." She honestly told him. "I-"

"You're stunning." Ryoma suddenly, and finally, bit out, cutting Sakuno from her line of thought. Then, after a few seconds, she thanked him, blushed prettily, and smiled at him.

After some time, Nanako finally stepped out. Her gown swept the floor with its length. As always, she was remarkably beautiful. But Ryoma only spared her a glance before turning back to the only auburn-haired in the room.

Needless to say, his heart was taken.