[Prince of Tennis] To Hell with It

When she returned to Japan, she was twenty-eight. Ten years had slipped by in the blink of an eye. To avoid being nagged, she stayed with the Atobe family. She never expected to run into a little girl who clung to her leg and called her “Mommy.” One night, she accidentally walked into the wrong room and stumbled into a corridor through time. Looking back at dusk, she saw a bright-eyed, lovely young woman reflected in the mirror mounted on the wardrobe. It was her, at eighteen. That year, she met the person who would bind her to him for the rest of her life. From then on, there was no turning back. Every morning, I wake up and see you and the sunlight beside me. That’s the future I want. To hell with amnesia, to hell with getting pregnant before marriage, and to hell with all of it! An inch of spring scenery, every inch intoxicating. [Here’s my profile. Give it a follow =V= Maybe you’ll find a story or two you like.] Ahem, I’ll be joining the paid section on Thursday, with three chapters that day. If I still haven’t finished the rankings after those three, I might post one more on Thursday night. Thank you all for sticking with me for so long =V= My new story, updated daily. Proof that I still have some standards TUT: Yukimura: She’s very timid. It took everything I had to get her this far. How could I ever give up on her?