DISCLAIMER: DONT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS. BUT THE PLOT IS MINE!
It was a sunny Thursday morning.
I was busy making breakfast while Nanjirou was at the temple.
It was almost seventy-twenty.
Ryoma still hadn't come down to eat.
I was being to feel a little worried.
Ryoma should have been down and eating his meal already.
I decided to go up and check on him.
I hope he wasn't sick.
I knew he would still insist on going to school even with a fever.
Outside his door, I knocked softly.
"Ryoma? Are you awake yet?" I asked.
"It's already seven-twenty. You friend Momoshiro would be here in a minute." I said.
Still no reply.
"That's it Ryoma, I'm coming in." I announced as I turned the knob.
When I pushed open the door, I saw that he was still in bed.
"Ryoma, you are going to be late for school." I told him as I opened his window.
When I turned to look at him, I knew something was wrong.
His skin was very pale and seemed like he wasn't breathing.
"Ryoma? Are alright?" I asked as I came closer to him.
When I touched his arm, he was cold.
And I knew he was gone.
I fell back down on the floor and screamed as loud as I can.
"NO! Ryoma! Nanjirou! Come quick!" I yelled.
When my husband got there, he ran to me first.
"Rinko, what happened?" he asked me.
I was already crying.
"N-najirou... Ryoma...Look at Ryoma." I told him, tears ran down my eyes.
I watched him touch our son's arm and pulled it back as if he was electrocuted.
"Ryoma? No...Ryoma! Wake up!" he held Ryoma's shoulders.
That was when I saw my son's face.
He looked at peace.
As if he knew that his time was up.
This made me feel worse.
My own son, died before I did.
I had never thought this would happen.
I slowly stood up and Nanjirou turned to me.
"You better go outside and wait for Momoshiro to come." I told him as I pulled Ryoma's blanket to his neck.
Nanjirou slowly nodded and went out.
I gently stroked his dark green hair.
"Ryoma, how time flew by so fast. You were so young then. A mere baby. Now you're all grown up." I told him softly.
My son Ryoma was a very sweet boy.
Shy and quiet but very special, just like his father.
Then I went out and closed the door.
I needed to prepare and clean the house.
I knew that Ryoma's friends would all be there later.
After Nanjirou came back in, he called the Coroner and they came.
They took my baby's body with them.
I insisted on staying at home.
Nanjirou then came back at three in the afternoon, with Ryoma's ashes.
We shall get ready for his friends then." I said.
Nanako was still crying.
I held back my tears.
Ryoma never wanted to see me cry.
And until the end, no matter how painful, I will never cry.
As I entered the living room, I saw Ryoma's blown up photo.
I ran my fingers through his cheek.
"Sleep well, Ryoma. Good Night." I whispered to him.
A/N: Read and Review if you please. Constructive Criticisms are very much welcomed.
The Funeral will be a separate story and will be posted within three days.
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