《Travelling Through the World of Prince of Tennis》颖陶

8、Tadaima Ryo-chan

　　作者：究竟有没有人看我的留言啊？？泪~~~~~

　　我答应你们，当我写完这篇的时候我就会翻译不过。。。。到时候，请大家教我了。。。因为，
　　我的中文根本就是。。。。差过很差!! 555555555~~~

　　我的英文语法不是完美不过，在谈话中或给读者轻松的看看就是挺现代朋友之中化的。

　　如果有些初学者不太明白，不妨来问问我，我会接受一些问题来帮助你们的英文。

　　*我的语法用对吗？？？*

　　*鞠躬* 我再次在这里给大大们一个‘对不起’！！ 因为这篇文是英文开始所以我想用英文完成它。 *再鞠躬*

　　故事：

　　I stretch and yawn, it has been awhile since I’ve visited Uncle Nanjirou, I wonder how he is.

　　After that little visit with Rikkaidai, my heart flies with joy hahahahaha…

　　Let’s see, the map indicate I’m suppose to go this direction, then go to my first right, and follow by turning at the second corner to my left.

　　When I see a house beside a small store I’m suppose to go down a block then turn to my right again, and follow by counting down from the first house I see as I turn. Counting by the number 10, the tenth house is my destination.

　　Ok, I’m lost. Hahahahaha…… (Author fault fall) stupid map, this sign does not have the name “Echizen” on it.

　　How could I trust this stupid map?

　　(Author: you’re the one who used it in the first place).

　　“Wah…Ryo-chan……” I cry and with my crystallized tears down my cheeks.

　　“What are you doing beside my house?” the coldest voice that reflects me as a baka sounds like a savior to me.

　　I turn around to see my dearest Ryo-chan with his tennis bag on his left shoulder, standing in a pose that always look annoying to me but not he looks so cool, and not to mention his eyes, those big eyes of his.

　　I run towards him crying “Ryo-chan……”

　　And……

　　I can see his eyes widened in surprise,

　　And……

　　Bang!！！

　　I CANT BELIEVE HE SIDE STEP SO I CAN FALL ON THE GROUND FACE DOWN!!! O_o!!

　　From the corner of my eyes I can see his eyes flare with laughter but his face, damn his stoned face for looking at me in a way like you’re-so-dumb.

　　Ok, fine, if that’s the way how you want to play, I’ll play along.

　　I sit up from the very embarrassing position awhile ago to a very lady-like on the ground. I look up to him and stare at him directly with my puppy eyes and as expected, he took a step back with uneasiness in his face.

　　I smirk in my mind, ‘got ya’.

　　“Ryo…Ryo-chan is…is….not…happy….to…to…see…..me…me?” I sniff and I sniff, and for some reason, I can feel tears are flowing down my cheeks like waterfall.

　　Wait, it’s not my intention to cry like this. I don’t miss him, no, I don’t miss this proud brat at all!

　　But, why am I crying like this?

　　“Oi, Yuki…are…are you…ah…are…are you…”

　　“Damn you! Couldn’t you finish that sentence already?” I cry more.

　　He is totally sweating; he takes in a deep breath before he lifts me into his skinny but very strong arms and goes into his house.

　　“Ne, since when you are here?” after a few moments of silence Ryo-chan asks me.

　　“Oi……”

　　“Crap……sleeps after she cries, as usual.” I can hear he mumbles to himself as I am between the lines of sound asleep and awake.

　　I can feel someone put me onto a bed, I think it’s Ryo-chan.

　　I grab his arm so that he couldn’t get away. He sighs again, man, Ryo-chan is getting too mature for his own age because he sighs more than an old man does.

　　I will teach him not to be an old man when I wake up but right now I need a teddy, a kitty or whatever to hug with and I choose……this warm object.

　　Hmm…it’s warm, I snuggle deeper but man, I need to tell Ryo-chan to wash his pillows more often.

　　But at least, it has his scent in it.

　　And I fall asleep.

　　NORMAL POV

　　Ryoma looked at Yuki’s sleeping and he took another deep breath and sighed. For some reason he had been sighing lately. He guessed anything that has to do with Yuki all he could do was to sigh helplessly.

　　He was about to get up to situate Yuki properly on his bed when her usual practice started again-to hug the nearest warm item as her snooze-comforter and somehow, he was the nearest.

　　He sighed again then he heard a small mumble from her mouth, “Ryo-chan is getting to mature for your age……sigh……I’m gonna teach him…hmm…when I wake up……need…teddy……”

　　Another sighed popped out of Ryoma’s mouth.

　　He’s tired so he wouldn’t care not taking a shower before he goes to sleep. Didn’t matter, he pulled the comforter over both Yuki and him and both of them went to dreamland.

　　“Tadaima……” a loud and singing voice rang through Echizen’s resident.

　　Nanjirou saw his son’s shoes along with someone else’s shoes that looked suspiciously like a girl’s.

　　Two pairs of shoes, one belong to a girl and the other his stubborn son. Hmm…quite suspicious, second of all, there’s no one at home but those two alone.

　　Hmm…another suspicion was here; last of all, that son of his had reached ‘the age’ didn’t he? It’s normal for all this to happen.

　　More thoughts were popping out in Nanjirou’s head then something hit him.

　　He smirked as he ran towards his son’s room and saw what exactly he had wanted to see.

　　“Yaruja ano kozo……” Nanjirou smirked and giggled evilly to himself as he imagined his son with a girl at his son’s doorway before he opened it. “My suspicion about him was right. Keh…Seishun dane…”

　　(A/N: Not bad that kid – Yaruja ano kozo).

　　He slid open the door and saw his son was not just with a girl, he’s SLEEPING with a girl.

　　Nanjirou’s eyes widened in shock, then smiled sinisterly and lastly, he yelled “Not bad Ryoma-chan……keh, you surely has grown up! I’m proud of you! Hahahahaha…I was right for once….hahahahaha.”

　　“Oi, oyaji, you’ll wake her up.” Ryoma already awake since his parents returned, he just couldn’t get up from his position now.

　　“I didn’t expect you to go this far Ryoma but…cough, cough, I support you on this.” Nanjirou laughed.

　　“Oi oyaji, this is Yuki you know.” Ryoma continued on with his dead-pan voice.

　　One pause, two pauses and suddenly Nanjirou ran inside Ryoma’s room and threw him aside.

　　“How could you do this to poor Yuki-chan? Ryoma, where is your sense of gentleman?” Nanjirou began to scream with that rash high voice of his as he held Yuki tightly in his embrace. “Ano ecchi Ryoma.”

　　(Author -_-\'\').

　　“I thought u just cheered me on about it.” Ryoma lifted an eyebrow while he stared at his father with unbelieving eyes.

　　“That’s different, this is Yuki-chan we are talking about and……wait…you mean you were actually gonna do that to her? Oh, poor Yuki to be in the hand of my ecchi son…” That was a fake cry…but Nanjirou kept go on and on with it.

　　Ryoma rolled his eyes at his dramatic father.

　　“Yuki-chan…what did bad Ryoma do to you? Don’t worry, uncle Nanjirou is here to protect you from the wolf.”

　　“The wolf here is you anata…” Rinko stood behind Nanjirou and hit his head with her fist. “And you are choking poor Yuki-chan to death with that perverted hug of yours!”

　　Nanjirou released Yuki from his tight embrace to see her face turning blue and he began another scream drama again.

　　Ryoma and Rinko helplessly rolled their eyes at this episode that had happened four years ago.

　　When Rinko couldn’t take it anymore she used the newspaper on her hand and slap Nanjirou on the head.

　　“One more word anata…I’ll burn those dearest of yours.” Her voice was quiet, smooth and soft. But it was this voice that saved them all.

　　“Ah…my magazines!” Nanjirou ran off after a few moments froze on the spot.

　　Everyone in the room sighed with relieve.

　　YUKI’S POV

　　Damn, that Uncle Nanjirou, I was in a deep slumber and he just had to scream with his dramatic voice to wake me up and not to mention he also tried to choke me to death.

　　Ryo-chan…how come instead of saving me you is adding fire to oil. Sniff, sniff, you are so cruel, I’ll get you later.

　　Oh, thank you, thank you Aunt Rinko for saving me.

　　After Uncle Nanjirou ran off, we all sigh with relieve.

　　“Now that your uncle is gone, give your auntie Rinko a hug.” I hear she says.

　　Ok, ok, a hug for her for saving me from the crazy uncle but I turn around and give Ryoma a hit on the head.

　　“Ita, what was that for?”

　　“That’s for not saving me awhile ago. You made Uncle Nanjirou misunderstood.” That’s right, misunderstood that you are with a girl instead of with someone up in my mind who I am planning to put you with.

　　You are my dearest little brother, that’s why I’m going to make sure you have someone I approve of to spend their life with you.

　　(Author’s special camera went to other sections of the city where a ‘few’ persons suddenly shivered under the hot weather).

　　“Mada mada dane.” He perks up his little nose at me. Why that little brat. I’ll teach you a lesson.

　　“You’re the one who is still mada mada dane.” I run off before he could throw his pillow at me. Then I come back after I hear the ‘thump’ and say to him “wash your bed sheets, pillow and everything else on your bed. They smell. Hahahahaha…”

　　Then I run off again.

　　At the dinner table after everyone takes a shower.

　　“Wah, I missed Yuki-chan’s cooking.” Uncle Nanjirou sings as he starts to dig in.

　　“Be careful that I didn’t put anything in it Uncle Nanjirou.” I smile at him, that’s some innocent smile.

　　Uncle Nanjirou choke on his food when he hear those words because he remembers the last time I put ‘stuffs’ in his food.

　　“Cough, cough, come on now Yuki-chan…you…you did not…now did you?”

　　“I’m just joking.”

　　We all laugh at Uncle Nanjirou for awhile when an idea pops up.

　　“Hey Ryo-chan, which school are you going to now?” it’s not that I don’t know but it’s better to pretend that I don’t know.

　　“Ryoma ka, he is going to my mother school Seishun Gakuen.” Nanjirou is surely proud to say that sentence.

　　“Can I go there with you tomorrow?” I ask Ryoma whose face is a little bit black in reaction.

　　“No!”

　　“Sure!”

　　“Yes!”

　　All three of them answer at once, without knowing the real thing we could all guess the ‘no’ comes from whose mouth.

　　“Eh……doishite? Ryo-chan don’t like me?” I pout, and look at Ryoma with my watery puppy eyes. Move by my action boy, say yes already.

　　Instead, he continues to eat. I face fault as I struggle not to hit him at the back of his head.

　　“After all those years I missed you so much and you, you didn’t even give me a phone call for good luck in my operation. Sniff, sniff, I tried my best to come back and give you a surprise but instead I got a cold shoulder.” Yep, I’m complaining to soften that stubborn boy’s heart. Damn him for ignoring me.

　　“I can’t believe Ryo-chan doesn’t like me anymore, I thought we were best friends and are like brothers and sisters since babyhood.” And there are tears streaming down my cheeks.

　　(Author: how come you didn’t mention all those pranks you did to that poor boy).

　　Oh, yes, Ryoma stop his eating and pause to remember our old times.

　　I’m gonna add more juice. “Ryo-chan didn’t worry about my conditions at all.” I whine more.

　　I can see sweat drops are falling down his head like waterfall.

　　“Or is it Ryo-chan is scared that I might show all his friends his picture that I took when we were kids?”

　　His face turns to white.

　　“Or is it Ryo-chan has a girlfriend and he didn’t wanna show me to?”

　　His face turns to green.

　　“You mean, you don’t have a girlfriend but a boyfriend?”

　　His face turns to black.

　　“Which stage are you at with him?”

　　He slowly turns around and looks at me, finally. I smile at him sweetly with tears still rim at the corner of my eyes.

　　He wipes those tears away and let out his breath that he holds on to for as long as I cry. Man, he got endurance, since when he gets so much endurance?

　　“Yuki, you are……”

　　“Yuki nee-san.” I interrupt him.

　　“You are the same age as me you know.”

　　“So what, I’m a few hours older than you.”

　　“You are shorter than me and I’m not calling some one who is shorter than me nee-san.”

　　Ok, he just hit my painful spot. I blush in anger at his comment about my height and he actually got the nerve to smirk.

　　“Well, I want to go, you know that if you don’t let me go I’ll go on my record and for as long as you know me I always get lost easily. Are you going to leave me get lost on my way to your school? Or are you going to let your defenseless nee-san to get attack by some jerks on the road. I could have gotten kidnap or I could……and there’s also possibility that I might……” I keep go on and on with all the possibilities that comes up in my mind.

　　“I’m leaving at 7:30 in the morning.”

　　“I might get…eh…what did you just say?”

　　“I’m not gonna wait for you if your are later than 7:30.” He mumbles as he continues to eat.

　　“Banzai! I love you Ryo-chan!” I give him a hug and he blushes with embarrassment, how kawaii!”

　　(A/N: banzai: hurray or yippee).

　　On the other half of the table, the Echizen couple is enjoying our little argument like they did four years ago. It seems like it’s their enjoyment to see their son blushes with different kinds of emotions and I’m the one who help them to achieve that.

　　After dinner and a half an hour rest Ryoma and Uncle Nanjirou go outside to play a match while Auntie Rinko and I are making some fruit deserts in the kitchen.

　　I can see auntie Rinko’s face is full of concerns about my condition but we didn’t say anything during the time.

　　She can wait until I’m comfortable to talk to her about. Even if I don’t tell her, eventually, my mom will say something about it.

　　She gives me a silent hug which passes on all her worries, thoughts, and love to me, just with that single embrace.

　　I kick Ryoma to the shower after that hard exercise he has with his oyaji. They haven’t cleaned the guest rooms because they didn’t expect me to come or they have any guests in a year so those two rooms are filled with junks.

　　Uncle Nanjirou just tells me to sleep in Ryoma’s room meanwhile he will clean that room up for me tomorrow.

　　“I will go back to my own apartment in four days’ time so you don’t have to go through the trouble.”

　　“Nah, when ever you feel free just come over to have a sleepover, I’m sure Ryoma will be happy.”

　　“Ya….” Ryoma grumbles but uncle Nanjirou hit him before he can finish the word.

　　As I am lying down on Ryoma’s twin bed with him on my side. Both of us aren’t able to go to sleep.

　　This silence is very suffocating, so I just ask “Ryo-chan, if you have anything to say just say it. I don’t like this silence.”

　　“……Yuki……is…the…operation……” after a few more seconds he asks but cannot finish the sentence like usual. He can never ask questions to those he cares about because his stubbornness and pride stand in the way.

　　“You mean if the operation went well?”

　　“Ah…”

　　“Yea, the heart transplant goes well but……” I purposely draw out.

　　“But what?” it works; he jumps up a little and look at me.

　　I laugh and he growls in frustration.

　　“I still have to take medication for it until my body gets use to the new heart. So I still can have games with you but no more than two hours.” Enough teasing, I just tell him the truth.

　　“Oh……” he murmurs then after a few more seconds of silence. “Want to have a match tomorrow?”

　　“Sure, it’ll be fun.”

　　“And Yuki?”

　　“Yea?”

　　“Okaeri nasai.” With that he turns around and sleeps.

　　“Hai, Tadaima Ryo-chan.” I whisper.

　　(A/N: Okaeri nasai – welcome back or sometimes it is translated into it’s good to have you back for some reasons I don’t know. Tadaima – I’m back/I have returned).