Title: Full Circle
Fandom: Prince of Tennis: Fudomine Chuugaku
Characters: Kamio Akira, Ryuzaki Sakuno
Prompt: 044 - Circle
Word Count: 437
Date finished: 06/05/2007
Rating: G
Summary: Kamio recieves a gift.
Author's Notes: It's a Crack Generator thing again. Believe me, this is not a pair I would ever have interact otherwise. "Kamio Akira / Ryuzaki Sakuno - Chocolate". Really had a hard time coming up with anything for this.
Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Konomi Takeshi, and whoever did the anime. At any rate, it's not me.

It was a bizarre thing, to see the little first year with the long braids he'd seen trailing after the Seigaku team standing at the top of the steps near the street court. Kamio Akira nodded at her as he walked past, and then turned his attention to the players on the courts.

No Echizen, which was strange; wasn't she always following after him, with that loud friend of hers? She wasn't around either.

Akira set his bag down near an empty stretch of the cement risers, and stretched his hands over his head until his shoulders popped. "Ahhh," he breathed, feeling the stress from the day evaporate.

It had been a long day, and he just wanted to work more of the stress off in a good game. It looked like he might be able to, even; there had been an uneven number of people hanging around, so if he could find who needed a partner….

"Excuse me."

He turned to look at the first year - what was her name? An had mentioned it… Oh. Right. Ryuzaki Sakuno, granddaughter of Seigaku's coach. She blushed, and held something out to him. "I had some extra, and I thought you might like one."

He took it before he thought, staring down at the coin of chocolate - obviously hand made - before he thought to tell her thank you. But when he looked up, she was gone. She'd left the courts completely.

"Uh, thanks," he said to the space she'd been in.

The chocolate was divine. Akira just sat there, letting it melt on his tongue, wondering why he'd never really cared for the stuff before. It was a disappointment when it was gone.

Three days later, she was back at the street courts, and this time, he didn't just walk past her with a nod. "Hey. Thanks for the chocolate," he said, stopping a couple of steps down so their eyes met. "It was really good."

She smiled, and blushed. "Thanks."

He hesitated, and then handed her a CD, feeling his own cheeks grow pink. "I don't cook or anything, but I thought… I thought you might like some of this music." Yes, it was lame, but it was the best he could come up with. He'd never been that good with girls, An notwithstanding.

She took the disk and a smile crossed her face. "Thank you," she said honestly.

"You're welcome." He glanced over the courts - busy as they'd been the few days before - then back at her. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

She nodded shyly, still looking at the disk he'd given her. "Okay."

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