"OYAJI!" Ryoma yelled. He was having damn problems with the Mac again. Yes, the prince of tennis, prodigy third-year is having problems. Ryoma had never really used a computer. Heck, he hardly ever touched one. In his opinion, computers ceased to exist in his tennis world, meaning that his skills in using a computer were equal to that of a first-year.
But his school required the use of computers more and more, and Ryoma was given a private computer as a birthday present.
"Ryoma-san?" Nanako called. Ryoma's college student cousin entered his room, holding a huge cardboard box, with a big red label that said fragile.
"What the hell is that?" Ryoma said, knitting his eyebrows together. Doesn't look like anything to do with tennis…
"That's right, Ryoma-san! It's got nothing to do with tennis!" Nanako said, somewhat joyfully, reading his mind.
"Then what is it supposed to be?" Ryoma looked at the wrapped up present curiously.
"its a…. TA DA!" Nanako ripped the wrappings and the lid of the cardboard box out the way. "A COMPUTER!"
Thinking about it really pissed him off. He didn't need computers; he would have been more happy with a few tennis balls. Now he was stuck with his science essay on human reproduction. Just thinking about the subject made his cheeks go red. Yeah, what kind of topic is that supposed to be? I'll be labeled a pervert!
"Shounen, I'm in the bathroom, whatever it is, sort it out yourself!" Nanjiroh shouted, causing Ryoma to cover his ears.
Ryoma sighed. Today really wasn't his day.
He'd have to call help to his senpais then, since his mom and Nanako were out. Momo-senpai's gonna be so damn annoying…and Fuji and Inui-senpai are gonna laugh at me- how embarrassing…
Sighing in resignation, Ryoma dialed the numbers to Momo's house.
"Echizen..? What is it?"
"…I need your help with the computer. Laptop, whatever. Could come over to my house?"
"Demo Echizen, I'm no pro at computers. Inui-senpai maybe, but he's out. I was gonna ask him out to eat burgers and discuss his special serve on – "
"Ok, ok, so are you free or not?" Ryoma cut through him impatiently.
"I guess…. But can I ask two other people to come?"
"I told you, computer's not my thing. So I'll have a pro to come over." Momo sniggered inwardly. This is gonna be fun, Momo thought.
"Fine. As long as its not Fuji-senpai," Ryoma warned.
"Ok, ok, but then Fuji-senpai would be oh so glad to help." Momo grinned.
"Hn. I don't need his help," Ryoma said bluntly.
Ding Dong! Ryoma opened the door, rubbing his eyes, feeling awfully tired. This was so troublesome.
"Momo-senpai, you're late, you could have got here in 5 mins if you wanted –" Ryoma's eyes went wide at who else was standing with Momo outside. Long, auburn pigtails came in view. Ryoma found himself looking right into round, innocent chocolate-coloured eyes.
"Ry-ryoma-kun," stuttered Sakuno.
"Ryuzaki… what are you doing here?" Ryoma asked her in disbelief. Momo smirked.
"She's our pretty little pro, Echizen," a hyper red-head piped up.
"Eiji-senpai…" Ryoma began to scowl.
"Eiji-senpai decided to come along, that's all," Momo grinned. "He was bored, so he came."
Ryoma twitched. He wasn't expecting Eiji-senpai to come over as well, much less Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki couldn't possibly be a pro in computer technology. She was clumsy at everything, and her tennis was meagre. What was Momo up to?
Sakuno had taken over on his Mac, and was briefly glancing at his two-word essay, as well as a few websites he used for research. It turned out Ryoma was having trouble in saving the document in the place he wanted. Plus he didn't know how to change the name of the file afterwards. He basically didn't know how to use a Mac. Or computers in general.
Sakuno felt her face heat up slightly at the diagrams of… but she let it pass quickly. Momo sniggered in the background.
"Ne Echizen, those websites… are you sure this is a science project? Or is it just an excuse to look at perverted sites?" Momo smirked, causing Ryoma's cheeks to turn slightly red.
"No!" Ryoma snarled back. Sakuno giggled. Great, now she's gonna think I'm a closet pervert-
"There! All done, Ryoma-kun," Sakuno said, pointing to his renamed essay file that she saved for him in a folder named "Science project".
Still angry at Momo's jibe, Ryoma muttered, "Thanks."
"Demo, Ryoma-kun, we usually have computer class every week, sensei teaches us how to save and rename files and all that..." Sakuno said, looking at him curiously. Ryoma flushed.
"He was probably sleeping wasn't he?" Eiji piped. Sakuno frowned slightly, then giggled. Then quite suddenly, she leaned over to Ryoma's face, so that their faces were an inch away from each other.
Flicking his forehead, Sakuno stretched her face into a smile.
"Mada mada dane, Ryoma-kun."
Ryoma froze. Having his own trademark thrown back at him was quite a shock. Then he smirked. She's quite gutsy after all.
He grabbed her school uniform collar and pressed his lips on hers.
As soon as she felt it, Ryoma had drawn back. Sakuno's face turned tomato red. Momo and Eiji's faces were a picture of shock. Then they immediately jumped up and high-fived each other, whooping and whistling like kids who found hidden candies in the kitchen.
"They are so youthful!"
"How young! I wanna be young too!"
"Shut up Momo, you're only a year 2!"
Sakuno, desperately tried to cover up her embarrassment and the fact that her face was very red got up and stuttering about her obaa-chan going to worry about her, she ran out of the room and out the door before any of them could stop her. Ryoma smirked.
"Oi, Ryuzaki-chan, we're coming with you," yelled Momo and Eiji together as they ran out Ryoma's room as well. Ryoma heard the door click, and knew that his friends and Ryuzaki had left. Ryoma smirked again.
Mada mada dane, Ryuzaki.