Troubles: RyoSaku // Prince of Tennis
Title: Troubles
Author: illeistic
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Ryoma x Sakuno
Summary: Ryoma is having a really bad day.
Notes: More crap! :D Yaay. Go Nicki. XD Uh, theme 10~ worse day. Of 15hugs. Duck story I promised: There were this family of ducks that was crossing the road, and it was backing up traffic, and this truck driver came out and stopped traffic.. and the ducks got across the road safety. XD; I'm a bad storyteller.


“There couldn’t have been a worse day.” Ryoma muttered as he trudged off the tennis court. Not only had he nearly lost (but didn’t, that was the important part), but he got a beating from it, too. His opponent was ruthless. Normally Ryoma wouldn’t have minded beating and humiliating an opponent like this, but there had to be a line drawn somewhere!
First his car hadn’t started in the morning. Then, Karupin tipped his breakfast onto the floor, so he was hungry the entire day. His library books were overdue, and he forgot to pick up a package waiting for him at the post office.

He groaned, wiping his sweaty face with a towel. Why him? Why today? All he wanted was to go home, eat some kind of food so his stomach would shut up, and nap the rest of the day away.

Ryoma packed up his stuff, took a quick shower, hopped into his (now working) car and headed for home. On the way there, however, he had noticed that he was in need of gas. The closest station was closed.

“I knew it,” Ryoma said, eyes narrowing. “Some unknown force hates me. It’s karma.”

The second nearest gas station was open, but the price of gas had sky-rocketed. Ryoma growled at the cashier, but paid the charge.

Muttering angrily, Ryoma finally made it safely home (although there was that almost-accident involving a family of ducks and a truck driver).

Screw everything else; he just wanted a nap.

Ryoma opened the door to the mouth-watched smells of cooking dinner. His wife of one year, Sakuno, greeted him at the door with a hug and a smile.

At her friendly and pretty face, Ryoma felt his troubles fade away.

“So, what’s for dinner?” He asked, stepping into the warmth of his home and wife.