Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Realize ❯ chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: jgal 
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 807 | Visits: 555 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 807 | Visits: 555 | Status: Completed
Title: Realize
Fandom: POT/Tenipuri
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kevin/Ryoma
Type: Multi-part, 4/7
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Prince of Tennis!
***
Ryoma had no idea what possessed him to watch Kevin walk away from him. He was on the verge of confessing his growing feelings of attraction towards the other boy, when the latter decided to head off for an appointment with one of the members of the previous American Junior team.
Now, as he sat on his bed, a frown marred his features and he stared at the blank walls in his room without focusing on anything in particular. Resting back on his bed, he pulled his pillow over his face and tried to muffle his yell of frustration. After some time, he swung his feet over to the side of the bed and got up from it. For a while, he stood unmoving, wondering what he could do to occupy himself.
His eyes scanned the surroundings of his room, only to stop upon the sight of his laptop. He wondered if he should log onto the internet; and after pondering for some time, he headed over to it. He spent some time setting up an internet connection before attaching the phone line to the laptop. He waited patiently while the he was being connected; while waiting, his thoughts drifted back to his days in Japan and wondered how everyone was faring.
A chime broke his thoughts, indicating the internet had been connected. Staring at the laptop screen for a while, he decided to sign on to his AOL Instant Messenger to see if any of the seniors from Seigaku were online. He was about to sign off when someone instant-messaged him. For a while, he thought of ignoring it. However, ¡®curiosity kills the cat¡¯, as they say, and he decided to sneak a peek at the content of the message. He was stunned to find someone using the screen name 'american brat'.
His interest heightened as he decided to test his theory, his fingers flying across the keyboard swiftly. He typed a fast reply:
MadaMadaDane: Do I know you?
american_brat: *snort* Of course you know me, else how could I get hold of your screen name?
For a while there was silence as Ryoma mentally went through a list of people who had his screen name, excluding his seniors back in Japan. He narrowed it down to a single name 'Kevin Smith'.
american_brat: Oi, you there?
The chime of the message snapped Ryoma out from his stupor, and he typed a quick reply. He responded.
MadaMadaDane: Let me guess, Kevin?
american_brat: Che, took you long enough to figure it out.
MadaMadaDane: che, mada mada dane...
american_brat: *smirk* Anyway, I won't be able to meet up with you tomorrow. I'm needed somewhere else. But then again, you always win your matches. I guess I have no need to worry...am I right?
MadaMadaDane: Sure... I can handle them just fine.
american_brat: Alright, See you then!
MadaMadaDane: Sure, bye.
american_brat had signed off.
Ryoma stared at the conversation window for another minute before disconnecting from the internet and shutting down the laptop, preparing to retire for the night.
Now, he lay on his bed, fully dressed in his pajamas. He found himself having trouble falling asleep, and after tossing and turning for an hour, Ryoma finally gave up and decided to head downstairs for some water. Reaching the kitchen, he opened up the fridge, searching for signs of cooling water. However, he could only find milk among the groceries.
Resigning himself to fate, he poured himself a tall glass of milk and drained it in a matter of five minutes. Satisfied with his drink, he rinsed the glass before placing it back on the tray. After, he left the kitchen silently and headed back upstairs for bed. Somehow his movements around the room must have woken up his beloved Himalayan cat, Karupin, as the latter tried to follow him upstairs. Failing in doing so, the cat meowed its protests loudly.
Worrying about waking his parents up at such late hours, Ryoma kneeled down and carried Karupin upstairs to his room quietly. Upon reaching his room, he set Karupin down before flopping himself on the bed for the third time that night. This time around, it only took him a mere fifteen minutes before he fell into a deep slumber.
~To be continued~
Date started: 10/06/05
Date completed: 11/06/05
Fandom: POT/Tenipuri
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kevin/Ryoma
Type: Multi-part, 4/7
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Prince of Tennis!
***
Ryoma had no idea what possessed him to watch Kevin walk away from him. He was on the verge of confessing his growing feelings of attraction towards the other boy, when the latter decided to head off for an appointment with one of the members of the previous American Junior team.
Now, as he sat on his bed, a frown marred his features and he stared at the blank walls in his room without focusing on anything in particular. Resting back on his bed, he pulled his pillow over his face and tried to muffle his yell of frustration. After some time, he swung his feet over to the side of the bed and got up from it. For a while, he stood unmoving, wondering what he could do to occupy himself.
His eyes scanned the surroundings of his room, only to stop upon the sight of his laptop. He wondered if he should log onto the internet; and after pondering for some time, he headed over to it. He spent some time setting up an internet connection before attaching the phone line to the laptop. He waited patiently while the he was being connected; while waiting, his thoughts drifted back to his days in Japan and wondered how everyone was faring.
A chime broke his thoughts, indicating the internet had been connected. Staring at the laptop screen for a while, he decided to sign on to his AOL Instant Messenger to see if any of the seniors from Seigaku were online. He was about to sign off when someone instant-messaged him. For a while, he thought of ignoring it. However, ¡®curiosity kills the cat¡¯, as they say, and he decided to sneak a peek at the content of the message. He was stunned to find someone using the screen name 'american brat'.
His interest heightened as he decided to test his theory, his fingers flying across the keyboard swiftly. He typed a fast reply:
MadaMadaDane: Do I know you?
american_brat: *snort* Of course you know me, else how could I get hold of your screen name?
For a while there was silence as Ryoma mentally went through a list of people who had his screen name, excluding his seniors back in Japan. He narrowed it down to a single name 'Kevin Smith'.
american_brat: Oi, you there?
The chime of the message snapped Ryoma out from his stupor, and he typed a quick reply. He responded.
MadaMadaDane: Let me guess, Kevin?
american_brat: Che, took you long enough to figure it out.
MadaMadaDane: che, mada mada dane...
american_brat: *smirk* Anyway, I won't be able to meet up with you tomorrow. I'm needed somewhere else. But then again, you always win your matches. I guess I have no need to worry...am I right?
MadaMadaDane: Sure... I can handle them just fine.
american_brat: Alright, See you then!
MadaMadaDane: Sure, bye.
american_brat had signed off.
Ryoma stared at the conversation window for another minute before disconnecting from the internet and shutting down the laptop, preparing to retire for the night.
Now, he lay on his bed, fully dressed in his pajamas. He found himself having trouble falling asleep, and after tossing and turning for an hour, Ryoma finally gave up and decided to head downstairs for some water. Reaching the kitchen, he opened up the fridge, searching for signs of cooling water. However, he could only find milk among the groceries.
Resigning himself to fate, he poured himself a tall glass of milk and drained it in a matter of five minutes. Satisfied with his drink, he rinsed the glass before placing it back on the tray. After, he left the kitchen silently and headed back upstairs for bed. Somehow his movements around the room must have woken up his beloved Himalayan cat, Karupin, as the latter tried to follow him upstairs. Failing in doing so, the cat meowed its protests loudly.
Worrying about waking his parents up at such late hours, Ryoma kneeled down and carried Karupin upstairs to his room quietly. Upon reaching his room, he set Karupin down before flopping himself on the bed for the third time that night. This time around, it only took him a mere fifteen minutes before he fell into a deep slumber.
~To be continued~
Date started: 10/06/05
Date completed: 11/06/05