Summary: Her name is Ryoma, and he is Ryoga. These two twins, together since the day they were born, are separated on their third birthday. One, Ryoma, goes with her father to live in America while the other, Ryoga, stays in Japan with their mother. Now, 12 years later, Ryoma returns to Japan with her father and is reunited with her brother. Though neither remembers the other, they find they share the same love of tennis. So, it is through tennis that brother and sister build an unbreakable bond and with it, the perfect doubles team. Follow these two as they take the tennis world by storm and set off on a journey to claim their rightful place in history alongside their father.
OrchardLily: Hey guys! Now, I just wanted to say that this is my first PoT fanfic so please go a little easy on me, okay? Oh, and if I've made any spelling or grammar mistakes or if you think there's something I should change, please don't hesitate to point them out. Now, I hope you enjoy my story!
SkyGem: Okay, guys, I've decided to rewrite this whole story, since my writing has changed quite a bit since I last updated here, and I'm not quite satisfied with these earlier chapters. After I'm done rewriting, I really do hope I can finally get the next chapter out. Let's all hope, ne?
Disclaimer: Well, we all know I'm not Takeshi-sensei, so why bother?
New York city, United States, 3 PM,
"Bye Jenny! Chris!" I called as I walked towards the limo awaiting me. As I got in, something seemed odd. Mike, my chauffeur, was oddly quiet. Over the last five years he had been working for my family, the two of us had become good friends and would often chatter away the whole ride, but today he wouldn't say a word. I decided to let it go, thinking that it was something private and not wanting to be nosy.
The ride home seemed to drag on forever and when we finally got home, I said a hasty goodbye and quickly jumped out of the car.
Going inside, I was about to go upstairs to change into something more comfortable when my dad called me from the living room. That's when I realized that all the maids were acting the same way Mike had, they weren't their usual talkative selves. Starting to get suspicious, I went into the living room to see what my dad wanted.
"Hey, otou-san! Something you need to talk about?"
He looked at me for a moment, as if gauging my mood, then said, "We're moving to Japan."
"What! Moving to Japan? Why!" I asked, shocked.
Sighing, he said, "Because you're finally fifteen and it's time for you to go back home and meet your brother again."
"Home? Brother? Dad! What are you talking about? I don't have a brother!"
"Yes you do," said my father, "His name is Ryoga and he is currently living in Japan with your mother."
"What? Why the hell don't I know about this?" I shouted, pissed off.
He just shrugged. Fuming, I shouted, "I'm not going! Why the hell would I want to go to Japan? I've never even been there before! I don't know anyone there!"
He put on a mock hurt expression, "But you know you're mother, don't you? She comes to visit all the time! She lives in Japan!"
"That's not the same!" I cried. "And anyways, I can't just leave my friends! We've been together practically forever!"
"But you'll be able to visit them any time you want, as long as it doesn't interfere with your schoolwork," said my father, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I was quiet for a while. I guess that wouldn't be too bad, I could visit them whenever I have a holiday from school.
I sneaked a peek at him, which was a huge mistake. His expression was pleading and begging, and hopeful, all at the same time. Finally, I sighed in defeat and asked him, "Then I guess I should get packing?"
He immediately cheered up, and got a big goofy grin on his face. "Yatta!"
I smiled. He could be so childish sometimes. Then, suddenly, he turned to me, and said, "Hurry, hurry, hurry! You have to get packing! We're leaving in three days!
"What?" I shouted, pissed off again. "And you waited until now to tell me this? 3 DAYS before our flight?" I shouted at him.
"Well," said my dad, "I was scared, I thought you would be mad at me!"
"Of course I'm mad!" I shouted. Fuming, I turned around and stalked out of the room, heading upstairs. When I got to my room, I closed the door and started to pack. Despite my annoyance, I was actually starting to get kind of excited. From what my father had told me, I hadn't been to Japan since I was three so I didn't remember anything about it. This might actually be kind of cool. I wonder what Ryoga will be like?
Tokyo, Japan, 8 AM
"Mom? What are you doing?" I asked sleepily as I walked in to see my mom dusting and tidying one of the extra bedrooms that had been empty until just last night.
"Oh! Ryoga, honey! You're awake! I've got wonderful news!"
"News?" I asked, hearing the excitement in her voice. "What news?"
"Your dad and Ryoma are going to move back to Japan! Isn't that great?"
"Really?" I asked. "Wait. Who's Ryoma?"
She giggled and said, "Ryoma is your little sister!"
"Little sister?" I asked, shocked. "Since when do I have a younger sister?"
"Since always!" she said happily. Then, seeing my expression, she said, "Sorry, honey, but I was asked by your father to keep it a secret."
"Some kind of experiment or other." she said
"What kinda of experiment?"
"Che, whatever," I said. "So, when are they coming?" I asked.
"In three days."
"Three days? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Because it was just decided today, silly!"
I nodded, not saying anything, trying to take it all in.
"Oh, and honey?"
I looked at her questioningly. "Yeah?"
"Well, Ryoma hasn't been to Japan for twelve years and won't know her way around. I was wondering if you could spend a few days showing her around?"
I became confused. "Do you even need to ask? Of course I'll show her around." I said with a smile.
Smiling, she hugged me tightly and said, "I'm so happy to have a son like you. I'm sure you'll be able to make Ryoma feel welcomed."
SkyGem: So, what did you guys think? I hope you like it, and please review!