Rating: PG or K+ for implied s-ai
Pairing: KevRyo, RyoKev
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not and never will belong to me.
Author's Notes: The only thing left for me to say is that KevRyo needs more love! xD
Saying that Ryoma misses the taste of Japan's grape-flavored Ponta was an understatement. He was near the point of breaking down and calling his old man to ship a box to America, but he managed to hold on to his sanity somewhat, because somewhere at the back of his mind was a little voice warning him that if he ever called back home, that would mean that he was giving his father an opportunity to taunt and annoy him.
Ryoma was craving Ponta.
He had tried various other grape-flavored juice, but none of them compared to the wonders of Ponta. He felt like a woman five months through her pregnancy.
That would probably explain why he's been so restless nowadays.
But when Kevin barged into his hotel room, exclaiming "Ryoma! It's time for training!" cheerfully and throwing a cold can of grape-flavored Fanta towards him, Ryoma decided that maybe he could stand being Ponta-free for a few more days.
- owari -