Disclaimer: Not mine. Save for the lame plot.

Author’s Note: Hello, hello everyone! The overall title of this compilation, Shades of Crimson, is actually from my email address. That’s a fact. XD The idea of making my own RyoSaku compilation is for the sake of fighting writer’s block. So stories that will be uploaded under this will mostly be drabbles.

I hope you’ll still enjoy reading the product of my stupid writer’s block. I really tried my very best just to have this story out of my mind.

Warnings: I really tried to make this drabble as humorous as possible. But I don’t know. Sounds like it’s not. And beware of counter girl and entrance girl. Lol. :)

A Collection of Unrelated RyoSaku Drabbles

Drabble 01:

Surname

xXx

“Marry me.”

Tears already started to form on the corners of her wide, chocolate eyes. Did she really hear that right?

But he already knew what her answer would be. In fact, the two words weren’t really a question. Typical, typical Ryoma.

Withdrawing his right hand from his pocket, a diamond ring came into her sight as he held her hand and slowly slid the ring to her finger.

“Mada mada dane.”

xXx

Waking up from her deep sleep, Sakuno idly stretched her arms as her eyes fought the urge to go back to sleep. The comfy pillows surrounding her were just too hard to resist.

A glint of light from the glass window caught the two rings on her finger. Now that made her smile.

Her engagement and wedding ring.

She missed him. It had been almost two weeks after all since she last saw him, all thanks to his tournaments that took just after their private wedding.

I’ll follow, as what you’ve said.

Opening the drawer of her bedside table, she reached for her mini notebook that had her must-have’s.

She skimmed through her list and noticed a small box that still wasn’t marked with a check.

Photo for my passport. No check.

She immediately stood up and hurried her way towards the bathroom door.

xXx

As she entered one of the mall’s store booth, a very feminine voice greeted her with a very bright smile plastered on her face. “Welcome to Photo Click, ma’am! Please just get your customer card number right on the countertop.”

“Arigatou,” she said back, walking past the girl.

Customer number 11.

And what number was being called now by the other girl behind the counter? Customer Number One.

She could wait. Really.

And so she sat and waited patiently for her number to be called.

“CUSTOMER NUMBER TWO!” the counter girl called out.

But the small television on the upper corner of the small store caught her attention.

“CUSTOMER NUMBER THREE!”

It was Ryoma being interviewed by some blonde girl. Asking and always asking of what was the feeling of being an American grand slam tennis star.

She knew he didn’t like that question being asked. Too bad for the blonde.

“CUSTOMER NUMBER FOUR!”

“He’s so hooott!” voiced the girl from the entrance door dreamily, not thinking of the customers around. That was probably addressed to the counter girl, since there were just the two of them from the crew staffs present from the scene.

“CUSTOMER NUMBER FIVE!” the counter girl called out again. “Totally. Bad thing he’s now married,” she added, now talking to the entrance girl.

“CUSTOMER NUMBER SIX!”

“Yeah. Their marriage was hidden to the media, wonder why that is. And now we don’t know who’s the lucky girl,” entrance girl said.

“CUSTOMER NUMBER SEVEN!”

Sakuno couldn’t help but blush. Did they know that…

“CUSTOMER NUMBER EIGHT!”

“But he’s in America now for some tennis match. Did he leave her wife here in Japan?”

“CUSTOMER NUMBER NINE!” another call from the counter girl. “No one probably knows,” she said, talking to the entrance girl.

They shouldn’t really mind other people’s life, Sakuno thought. And the customers were waiting. Including her, of course.

“CUSTOMER NUMBER TEN!”

The TV interview ended.

“CUSTOMER NUMBER ELEVEN!”

Finally.

“What can I do for you, ma’am?” the counter girl smiled as she placed a fill out form and a pen in front of her.

“Etou, I need a picture for my passport. Will… Will it take much time?”

The girl checked a small box on the form. “Not really, ma’am. Just minutes, actually. Photo Click uses hi-tech gadgets and printing machines for our costumer’s convenience,” she answered proudly. “May I know your name, ma’am?”

“Sakuno.”

“And your surname, please?” she asked again, not looking up as she wrote Sakuno’s name on the form in the process.

“Echizen.”

Sakuno couldn’t help but let out a giggle as she noticed the girl behind the counter wide-eyed and jaw dropped, trying to apprehend the information her customer had just said.

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END

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Author’s Note: The best lame plot award goes to me. Sorry for the errors that slipped.

P.S. I am meeting iLoveRikkaiDai (former rIkKaIaWeSoMe) for the very first time this coming Wednesday (November 26). We will be watching Twilight together. Yaaay! :D

Leave me a review? I am very much open for any drabble suggestions. :D

EDIT!November25 (Answer to OrangeAce): Shades of Crimson, because... I'm crazy? Kidding! Because this unrelated collection of RyoSaku drabbles is inspired with Sakuno's blushing capacity. Lol. No, really. I'll make Sakuno blush in every way possible each time I'll update this. And as what you've noticed here, in this drabble, Sakuno blushed when the two crews were talking about Ryoma's wife, which was her. :) So... yeah. XD