Chapter I: Introduction.

He knew from the very first day that it wouldn't be the same as his elementary school. He would have to start from zero. He knew he had to stand those weird looks all the time, the same curious faces that wondered why he didn't talk. But he didn't care about it.

"Class-" the teacher almost managed to get all the student's attention"-please, be quiet"

He had this odd feeling that kept telling him that he would achieve his major dream.

"Oh, well, whatever" he sighed, and pointed the red haired boy with one hand "For those who are listening, this is the new student"

He blinked. That was the first time he had entered in a classroom with such noisy students.

The old man gave him the best smile he could have "Why don't you introduce yourself?"

The boy nodded, and stared at the whole classroom

"Ohayou" he made a bow "My name is Mitsumoto Kiyo. I'm fourteen years old, and I came from Tokyo. Nice to meet you"

A few replied a simple 'nice to meet you', but the most of the class just continued chatting, like nobody knew he was there. Huh, it seems that it would be better than he thought. Kiyo didn't want to make tons of friends, nor fangirls or enemies. He just wanted to be the same Kiyo that came from Tokyo's junior high school; the lone wolf that didn't like to talk to anyone.

Kiyo never liked that nickname. He hated nicknames. The people invented labels just for hiding their own defects, to feel better to know there was someone worse than themselves. Just like the insults. They worked the same. But he learnt to live alongside them, ignoring those stupid inventions.

He was conscious that Rikkai wasn't just an ordinary school. It wouldn't be easy to grasp that dream of his. After all, Rikkai's tennis club was the strongest one in all Japan. It would be a challenge to become a member of the tennis team, and he knew he would have a rough time trying to beat that obstacle.

But, you know something? Kiyo wasn't the type of guy that is scared of tough challenges. In fact, he loved challenges. The feeling of increasing nerves, that fierce look in the opponent's eyes, that tension that grew bigger as you hit the tennis ball…all those sensations were just amazing.

Something kept saying Kiyo the rest of the day that he would have a great time in there. Even with all the suffering, the tears, and the disappointments, that year would be the best of all the times.

Kiyo went automatically to the tennis courts. He didn't bother to follow the annoying student that was supposed to show him the entire school. He didn't have the time to listen to all his 'Look, I know the entire school and you don't. I'm smarter than you because of that'. All of them had the same attitude of superiority that bothered him a lot.

When the random guy got distracted by another classmate, the red haired boy ran away and went to the closest stairs, turning on his black Ipod, playing his favorite song at the max volume.

Some people said that he was crazy. They couldn't understand why did he listened music at such high volume, most of them said that he would turn deaf when he reached his twenties. Kiyo just replied to all of them. 'Whatever. I don't care.' He said that the little details of the song were clearer when you heard them at the loudest mode. Also, when you didn't want to hear all those stupid things that they had to say to you, you just needed to turn on your Ipod, put your earphones and play any song. All those word will disappear in an instant.

And that's the thing he was doing at that moment. Music helped him to relax, and also isolated him from the noisy world.

There was, like, more than thirty students in all the courts. The main part was just watching the team playing, instead of picking the balls or at least practicing their swings. Well, he couldn't blame them. Rikkai's tennis team was just amazing. He could actually feel their energy from the seats which were pretty far away from the courts. All of them were so focused on their matches, trying to know how to beat their opponent.

The most incredible ones were a blue-haired boy with a green strip and a tall guy with a black cap. They seemed to be in third year, he deduced. Their play styles were very original. He couldn't even imagine how they could have such an amazing power.

He just continued watching their match, amazed.

A boy with seaweed-like black hair stood beside Kiyo "Oh! You're the new student from Tokyo, right?" he grinned "I'm Kirihara Akaya, in the same class."

Akaya continued talking about things that Kiyo didn't hear, because he was too concentrated on listening music and watching the tennis match. After a while, the red haired boy finally noticed him. He took out one of his earphones and stared at the other guy, who was still talking.

"…and that's how you can enter the tennis club" he finally finished, putting both hands in his pocket "So? Do you want to join~?"

He just raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry. Didn't hear a thing." Kiyo said nonchalantly "Hope you don't mind"

Akaya blinked a few times before processing the situation.

"So, you just ignored me"

"Eh, I wouldn't call it like that. I was listening music, so I didn't hear what you were saying."

"You actually ignored me" Kirihara repeated, half offended, half angry."That is anything but polite, you know! You should learn some manners!"

Kiyo stood up sighing. If he continued there, that guy would keep bothering him with that manners and you should be more polite thingy.

He walked away, with a pretty amused Kirihara behind

"He-Hey!" the black haired boy reached him "Aren't you going to reply or something?"

"Why should I do it?" He answered with another question.

"Well, that's what most of the people do…"

"I'm not 'the rest of the people'" Kiyo looked at him "Besides, I hate unnecessary fights with people"

There was a moment of silence

"Yeah…oh, whatever" Akaya gave up. "I'm Kirihara Akaya, in the same class as you." He grinned "Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you" he repeated, sighing "I'm Mitsumoto Kiyo"

The blue eyed boy didn't know how, but he started talking with Kirihara, like they were close friends.

"You know something? You look a lot like Marui-senpai!"

"Who?"

"Oh, I thought you already met him. Well, whatever. Do you like tennis?"

"Yup."

"Why don't you enter the tennis club, then? It is great!"

"Kirihara" Kiyo started, raising an eyebrow "I don't know if you noticed it already, but this is my first day in school."

"Details, details" he laughed, a little bit embarrassed "You already visited the whole school?"

"No. And I don't want to. At least for today"

"Well, you have plenty of time to do that."

Silence. Akaya ran out of conversation topics, and Kiyo wasn't very chatty. He just stared at the sky, while Kirihara was having a hard time to think how he could talk with his new friend without having those awkward silences.

"Eh, do you want to go to the tennis courts?" he suggested "I can introduce you to the team."

"Sure"

Both stood up and went to the tennis courts once more. Meanwhile, they kept talking (Well, it was more like Akaya talked and the other replied short things like "Yes" or "Nope").

"Do you want to be in other clubs?"

"I don't know" Kiyo said "Do they have a music club?"

"Uh-huh" the seaweed boy nodded enthusiastically "Do you play any instruments?"

"Electric bass" he scratched his neck a few times "And kendo?"

"We have a kendo club too" A grin appeared in his face "Sanada-fukubuchou likes kendo"

"Sanada?"

"You'll meet him when we get there"

"All right"

Aaaand that's it, people, the first chapter of my new not-romantic-nor-fangirlish (XD) fanfic, with my OC Kiyo Mitsumoto 3 It may be short, but I have another fanfic that is 12 word pages long (each chapter) in a forum, and I need to keep alive my inspiration to do both of them x________x *suffers severe art blocks all time if she starts making a lot of fanfics*.

Don't kill me if you see any mistakes, PLEASE. I'm not from USA, England or any other country that speaks English. I'm from Latin America, and I still don't know how to speak and write properly and this is my first fanfic in English. Don't be that hard with me, please D:U.