Way Back Into Love, Chapter Five
Way Back Into Love
A Ryoma & Sakuno from The Prince of Tennis romance fanfic
By: Bunny
Disclaimer: The Prince of Tennis / Tenisu no Ōjisama is copyright Takeshi Konomi/Shueisha.
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Chapter Five - Sakuno is Crazy
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Ryuzaki was kissing him.
Wait a minute. Was this really happening?
Yes, Ryuzaki was definitely kissing him! Wow…wait…where was she going?
His eyes followed hers as she broke her lips away from his and backed away from him a bit, an obvious frown on her wet, pink lips.
Oh nononononono, can’t have that.
“Maybe I was wrong after all,” he heard her mumble under her breath to herself.
Oh nononononono. This definitely wouldn’t do.
Before Sakuno had the chance to retreat further, Ryoma grabbed the back of her head and brought their lips back together. He startled her, but this time he was putting some effort into the activity.
Test seven: pass. Oh yes, definitely a pass. Excited, Sakuno pressed her smaller than she was used to body closer to smaller than she was used to Ryoma’s body. She wrapped her hands around his waist and before she knew it, she was tugging his white uniform shirt out of his pants and smoothing her arms up his bare back.
Feeling hands on his bare back, a shocked Ryoma pulled away from Sakuno and gave her glazed over face a confused look. She wasn’t wasting any time was she? Who would have known that sweet, innocent, little Ryuzaki had it in her? He was definitely being seduced…she was already taking his clothes off. Damn…
“Ryu- Sakuno…” Ryoma corrected himself. You didn’t address a girl by her last name after kissing like that. He was trying to ask her just what exactly was happening here. Not that he terribly minded. No, the kissing was a nice turn of events, though definitely unexpected. As well as her weird looks and crazy four-year plan talk, but he wasn’t one to complain about technicalities. If Ryuzaki wanted to get physical he was okay with that. Wasn’t that why he’d chased her down after she gave him that sexy look? He’d wanted to see what that look meant, and wow, he wasn’t disappointed. If it had been anybody else he would have avoided them like the plague, but with Sakuno he didn’t know exactly why, but with her everything was different.
“Sakuno, what…” he began again, only to be interrupted by the school bell.
“Oh no!” Sakuno exclaimed as she jumped to her feet. “We’re going to miss class if we don’t go now, and then everybody will figure it out!”
“Who cares?” Ryoma heard himself say before he regained control of his mouth. Wow, this was going to be a problem if he started saying things like that out of nowhere every time Sakuno was around.
Sakuno stopped and gave Ryoma a stunned look. “Yes, right. Why would you care? You never really do, do you?” she accused.
“Are we really going to go back to that?” Ryoma asked.
“Back to what?” Sakuno asked.
“Back to this, the kissing part was much better,” he clarified.
“Ryoma,” Sakuno chastised. “I don’t know how this happened to us, but we can’t go around changing up the timeline. There might be some weird after effects or something.”
Ryoma gave Sakuno a look like she’d completely gone insane.
“What are you talking about changing timelines? Does this have to do with that four years stuff you were spouting about before you kissed me?” he asked.
Sakuno blinked at him in confusion. “You mean…you really don’t know what I’m talking about?”
Ryoma gave Sakuno a shrug, but that was enough for her to figure it out. After all, she’d perfected the art of translating Ryoma language.
“Oh no. Nononononononononono,” Sakuno moaned as she sank back onto the bench and covered her face with her hands. “This is bad. This is really, really bad.”
Ryoma tried hard not to roll his eyes at Sakuno’s behaviour. He didn’t see what was so bad about all this. Girls. They were so weird sometimes. Sakuno was definitely the strangest one of them all. Which did of course, make her rather interesting, but she also made him confused and crazy half the time he was with her.
“What’s the problem?” he finally asked. He was getting fed up with her moaning about time dilations, four years, and he was pretty sure he heard something about “baka Ryoma should have just married me,” but he wisely chose not to comment on that one.
“Ryoma, bare with me for a moment here, how old are you?” Sakuno asked.
Not bothering to think about why she would be asking such an inane question, Ryoma simply supplied her with her answer, “twelve.”
Sakuno heaved a big sigh, “I was afraid you were going to say that.”
Ryoma grunted. Sakuno knew very well that they were twelve. She was so weird!
“How shall I put this?” Sakuno began, “well, Ryoma, I’m from the future.”
Ryoma took a minute to give Sakuno a look before not being able to contain it any longer burst out in laughter. Of all the things she could have said…she came up with this?
Sakuno stood up, towering over his laughing form on the bench. “Mou! Ryoma! This isn’t funny, I’m being serious here!” she huffed.
Ryoma kept laughing. Was she just making excuses now for jumping his bones like that? She is so cute! Well, his girlfriend might just be crazy after all, but at least she was entertaining.
“That’s impossible,” Ryoma said, trying to explain his stand on things.
“It’s not!” Sakuno insisted. He wasn’t taking her seriously! “I know everything that happens to us, just ask me!”
“Fine, fine, how old am I when I die?” Ryoma asked, humoring her.
Sakuno let out another frustrated huff. “Well, actually, I was twenty-two when I came back here, so I only know that much,” she confessed.
“Okay, fine then, what am I doing at twenty-two?”
Sakuno crossed her arms and gave him a glare, “being a great big baka just like you are right now! You haven’t changed one bit, that’s what!”
Ryoma started laughing again, “That doesn’t prove anything.”
“Fine! Explain to me then why I have ten years of memories of growing up to being twenty-two years old!” Sakuno challenged. Stupid, arrogant, cocky, thinks he always knows everything about everything Ryoma.
“Sounds to me like you had some crazy dream,” Ryoma offered. He stopped laughing and gave her a serious look.
“Ryoma, it wasn’t just some dream, I mean it. Two nights ago, we had this big fight. Well, okay, so maybe I was just seriously pissed off at you, but I kicked you out of my apartment. After you left I was sulking on the bed and thinking about how less complicated things had been when we were twelve. You rarely paid any attention to me and I had just been happy to cheer you on and make you lunches. I fell asleep wishing that I could come back to this time, when we were twelve and just be happy and uncomplicated again. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in my old bed at Grandma’s house and I was little like this again,” Sakuno shared.
There! What do you have to say about that Echizen Ryoma?
“You have some pretty graphic dreams don’t you?” Ryoma teased before he started laughing again.
Sakuno’s jaw dropped. He didn’t just go there. That arrogant, cocky, little…
“Is that why you gave me that sexy grin yesterday and then attacked me today?” he added.
“Attacked you?” Sakuno mocked. “Are you complaining about it?”
Ryoma gave Sakuno the knowing grin that she knew all to well as an adult.
“No.”
“Listen, just for the record, you kissed me first, but you waited until we were sixteen! Sixteen, Ryoma,” she emphasized. “I was already old enough to get married by the time you did anything.”
Ryoma smirked at her, “that sounds like complaining to me.”
Sakuno heaved a big sigh.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m complaining. I get it, you think I’m completely crazy, but it’s the truth, you’ll see. Anyways, just forget this whole conversation even happened. I’ll go back to cheering you on and you can go back to ignoring me unless I’m in some kind of trouble okay? We’ll revisit this in four years when we’re sixteen and you’re ready to do something.”
She turned to walk away and Ryoma grabbed her right hand with his left, quickly interlocking their fingers.
“Mada mada dane. When we were twelve you had this weird dream about our future and then you kissed me and we’ve been dating ever since,” Ryoma said as he gave Sakuno a challenging smirk.
“But,” Sakuno began to protest.
“But - the whole you kissing me first, that’s our secret. We can’t let anybody know about that,” Ryoma added with a genuine smile.
Being unable to help herself, Sakuno giggled. Fine, she could play things Ryoma’s way. After all was said and done, she was completely powerless against him when he wanted to be charming. Twelve year old Ryoma sure was full of pleasant surprises. Just when you think you know everything about a guy…he goes and does something completely unexpected like romance you when you’re twelve and make you fall in love with him all over again.
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End Chapter Five
A Ryoma & Sakuno from The Prince of Tennis romance fanfic
By: Bunny
Disclaimer: The Prince of Tennis / Tenisu no Ōjisama is copyright Takeshi Konomi/Shueisha.
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Chapter Five - Sakuno is Crazy
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Ryuzaki was kissing him.
Wait a minute. Was this really happening?
Yes, Ryuzaki was definitely kissing him! Wow…wait…where was she going?
His eyes followed hers as she broke her lips away from his and backed away from him a bit, an obvious frown on her wet, pink lips.
Oh nononononono, can’t have that.
“Maybe I was wrong after all,” he heard her mumble under her breath to herself.
Oh nononononono. This definitely wouldn’t do.
Before Sakuno had the chance to retreat further, Ryoma grabbed the back of her head and brought their lips back together. He startled her, but this time he was putting some effort into the activity.
Test seven: pass. Oh yes, definitely a pass. Excited, Sakuno pressed her smaller than she was used to body closer to smaller than she was used to Ryoma’s body. She wrapped her hands around his waist and before she knew it, she was tugging his white uniform shirt out of his pants and smoothing her arms up his bare back.
Feeling hands on his bare back, a shocked Ryoma pulled away from Sakuno and gave her glazed over face a confused look. She wasn’t wasting any time was she? Who would have known that sweet, innocent, little Ryuzaki had it in her? He was definitely being seduced…she was already taking his clothes off. Damn…
“Ryu- Sakuno…” Ryoma corrected himself. You didn’t address a girl by her last name after kissing like that. He was trying to ask her just what exactly was happening here. Not that he terribly minded. No, the kissing was a nice turn of events, though definitely unexpected. As well as her weird looks and crazy four-year plan talk, but he wasn’t one to complain about technicalities. If Ryuzaki wanted to get physical he was okay with that. Wasn’t that why he’d chased her down after she gave him that sexy look? He’d wanted to see what that look meant, and wow, he wasn’t disappointed. If it had been anybody else he would have avoided them like the plague, but with Sakuno he didn’t know exactly why, but with her everything was different.
“Sakuno, what…” he began again, only to be interrupted by the school bell.
“Oh no!” Sakuno exclaimed as she jumped to her feet. “We’re going to miss class if we don’t go now, and then everybody will figure it out!”
“Who cares?” Ryoma heard himself say before he regained control of his mouth. Wow, this was going to be a problem if he started saying things like that out of nowhere every time Sakuno was around.
Sakuno stopped and gave Ryoma a stunned look. “Yes, right. Why would you care? You never really do, do you?” she accused.
“Are we really going to go back to that?” Ryoma asked.
“Back to what?” Sakuno asked.
“Back to this, the kissing part was much better,” he clarified.
“Ryoma,” Sakuno chastised. “I don’t know how this happened to us, but we can’t go around changing up the timeline. There might be some weird after effects or something.”
Ryoma gave Sakuno a look like she’d completely gone insane.
“What are you talking about changing timelines? Does this have to do with that four years stuff you were spouting about before you kissed me?” he asked.
Sakuno blinked at him in confusion. “You mean…you really don’t know what I’m talking about?”
Ryoma gave Sakuno a shrug, but that was enough for her to figure it out. After all, she’d perfected the art of translating Ryoma language.
“Oh no. Nononononononononono,” Sakuno moaned as she sank back onto the bench and covered her face with her hands. “This is bad. This is really, really bad.”
Ryoma tried hard not to roll his eyes at Sakuno’s behaviour. He didn’t see what was so bad about all this. Girls. They were so weird sometimes. Sakuno was definitely the strangest one of them all. Which did of course, make her rather interesting, but she also made him confused and crazy half the time he was with her.
“What’s the problem?” he finally asked. He was getting fed up with her moaning about time dilations, four years, and he was pretty sure he heard something about “baka Ryoma should have just married me,” but he wisely chose not to comment on that one.
“Ryoma, bare with me for a moment here, how old are you?” Sakuno asked.
Not bothering to think about why she would be asking such an inane question, Ryoma simply supplied her with her answer, “twelve.”
Sakuno heaved a big sigh, “I was afraid you were going to say that.”
Ryoma grunted. Sakuno knew very well that they were twelve. She was so weird!
“How shall I put this?” Sakuno began, “well, Ryoma, I’m from the future.”
Ryoma took a minute to give Sakuno a look before not being able to contain it any longer burst out in laughter. Of all the things she could have said…she came up with this?
Sakuno stood up, towering over his laughing form on the bench. “Mou! Ryoma! This isn’t funny, I’m being serious here!” she huffed.
Ryoma kept laughing. Was she just making excuses now for jumping his bones like that? She is so cute! Well, his girlfriend might just be crazy after all, but at least she was entertaining.
“That’s impossible,” Ryoma said, trying to explain his stand on things.
“It’s not!” Sakuno insisted. He wasn’t taking her seriously! “I know everything that happens to us, just ask me!”
“Fine, fine, how old am I when I die?” Ryoma asked, humoring her.
Sakuno let out another frustrated huff. “Well, actually, I was twenty-two when I came back here, so I only know that much,” she confessed.
“Okay, fine then, what am I doing at twenty-two?”
Sakuno crossed her arms and gave him a glare, “being a great big baka just like you are right now! You haven’t changed one bit, that’s what!”
Ryoma started laughing again, “That doesn’t prove anything.”
“Fine! Explain to me then why I have ten years of memories of growing up to being twenty-two years old!” Sakuno challenged. Stupid, arrogant, cocky, thinks he always knows everything about everything Ryoma.
“Sounds to me like you had some crazy dream,” Ryoma offered. He stopped laughing and gave her a serious look.
“Ryoma, it wasn’t just some dream, I mean it. Two nights ago, we had this big fight. Well, okay, so maybe I was just seriously pissed off at you, but I kicked you out of my apartment. After you left I was sulking on the bed and thinking about how less complicated things had been when we were twelve. You rarely paid any attention to me and I had just been happy to cheer you on and make you lunches. I fell asleep wishing that I could come back to this time, when we were twelve and just be happy and uncomplicated again. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in my old bed at Grandma’s house and I was little like this again,” Sakuno shared.
There! What do you have to say about that Echizen Ryoma?
“You have some pretty graphic dreams don’t you?” Ryoma teased before he started laughing again.
Sakuno’s jaw dropped. He didn’t just go there. That arrogant, cocky, little…
“Is that why you gave me that sexy grin yesterday and then attacked me today?” he added.
“Attacked you?” Sakuno mocked. “Are you complaining about it?”
Ryoma gave Sakuno the knowing grin that she knew all to well as an adult.
“No.”
“Listen, just for the record, you kissed me first, but you waited until we were sixteen! Sixteen, Ryoma,” she emphasized. “I was already old enough to get married by the time you did anything.”
Ryoma smirked at her, “that sounds like complaining to me.”
Sakuno heaved a big sigh.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m complaining. I get it, you think I’m completely crazy, but it’s the truth, you’ll see. Anyways, just forget this whole conversation even happened. I’ll go back to cheering you on and you can go back to ignoring me unless I’m in some kind of trouble okay? We’ll revisit this in four years when we’re sixteen and you’re ready to do something.”
She turned to walk away and Ryoma grabbed her right hand with his left, quickly interlocking their fingers.
“Mada mada dane. When we were twelve you had this weird dream about our future and then you kissed me and we’ve been dating ever since,” Ryoma said as he gave Sakuno a challenging smirk.
“But,” Sakuno began to protest.
“But - the whole you kissing me first, that’s our secret. We can’t let anybody know about that,” Ryoma added with a genuine smile.
Being unable to help herself, Sakuno giggled. Fine, she could play things Ryoma’s way. After all was said and done, she was completely powerless against him when he wanted to be charming. Twelve year old Ryoma sure was full of pleasant surprises. Just when you think you know everything about a guy…he goes and does something completely unexpected like romance you when you’re twelve and make you fall in love with him all over again.
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End Chapter Five