My Shadows Shadow
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or anything associated with it.
READ-I have decided to repost my story, with a lot of changes, I changed the plot. Right now I'm just writing the revised version, but I have worked out the rest of the chapters already. There will be ten chapters in total including this one. Mainly I just changed it so that he doesn't dress like a girl, but will still be mistaken for one.
I'd also like to thank Chibisukegirl...she's the one who encouraged me actually! Go read her stories! I demand you too!
Ryoma crept as silently as his small chubby legs would let him, down the long dark hallway leading to the backyard. He could hear the distinctive sounds of a ball being hit roughly against a solid wall. He neared a window that overlooked the backyard. An older boy stood just outside the window his back turned to it, shoulders tensed in preparation, back lurched forward; a perfectly placed form, at least to his eyes.
"No, no Ryoga," came a gruff voice. "You're not putting enough weight onto you left foot. Try again."
Ryoma watched as Ryoga promptly adjusted his footing, from behind he couldn't see his older brother's face but he saw the other's shoulders tense.
His father rounded Ryoga while seriously studying his form. "Better. You can stop," He said. "Hurry up I'm hungry and we have yet to eat lunch I wonder what your mother has cooking. I'm sure Nanako will be glad to hear your improving. I may decide to treat you to dinner. All four of us can go. "
Nanjiroh didn't realize he forgot someone. A small little important someone. One day he would come to regret it.
They passed by Ryoma without a second glance.
A/N: READ! READ! READ! I love it when you guys ask questions! They give me ideas for the plot. Also, I have already had one person ask me this
- VoiceoftheWolf135- Who has decided to use my story idea, go read their version its awesome.
But if you want to copy my story plot and ideas, please pm me and I will respond. I'm not stengy with the idea, but if your story matches mine action by action, I will demand that you put my name and my story in a disclaimer.