Hi the name's curlystruggle, and this my first fanfiction on this site. It's going to be a Tezuka/OC romance story, with maybe Ryoma/OC or even Ryoma/Sakuno I'm not sure yet. Some things that I should get out of the way now:

I am not a tennis player, so any rules, forms, or regulations that tennis has. I've learned through the power of Wikipedia.

This will have an all OC SEISHUN ACADEMY girls tennis team, and there maybe pairs between the teams but all of them being paired together unlikely. Also them being paired to the female version of themselves…nope aint happening.

This will not be a short story; Tezuka is not a person who's going to quickly fall in love with my OC in the first few chapters. It's going to take a while but not so long that you guys are going to be like "omg like get together already we know you like him heck everyone knows you like him like get together or so help me...!" I know the feeling so I'll try to make it a fun to read romance.

Another thing Katsumi will not, and I repeat, will not be like Ryoma at all. The will have their similarities yes, like the similar catch phrase at some moments and their shared love of Fanta. But Katsumi though confident in her skills isn't arrogant like Ryoma. That's all I can reveal about her character without spoiling the surprise!

Last and final thing, this first chapter happens during the first chapter of Prince of Tennis, so when Ryoma's going to that tournament so is his sister. If there's any Japanese phrase I put that you don't recognize I'll put them at the bottom of the chapter unless you guys say otherwise. So I think that's about it. I hope you enjoy the story give feedback I love it, and the next chapter will be upload most likely in the next couple of days. Thanks so much for reading this long A/N!

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CHAPTER ONE

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"Let me get this straight a 14 year old girl is signed up to play in an 18 and under tournament." A girl said looking questioningly at her friend standing beside her.

"I'm not joking you can look at the sign up board, it right there in black ink. Some girl's so cocky she signed up for the tournament." The second girl said trying to defend herself to her friend.

"I'll believe it when I see it. No girl would be that stupid to play against almost professional players its suicide!" The first girl exclaimed shaking her head walking away from her friend to go the practice courts.

"It's true though," her friend said running to catch up to her friend.

"Yeah right," her friend replied back.

A girl with long copper brown hair and light brown eyes, smirked softly from underneath the tree she had been watching them from while drinking a can of Fanta. She put the Fanta down beside her leaning her head back against the bark of the tree she could faintly here the sound of an airplane overhead.

"Ah… mada mada dane…" the girl sighing softly to herself as she looked up at the sky above her wondering how her brother was doing, she knew he was supposed to be in the tournament nearby but knowing him he was going to be late.

She got up and picked up the tennis bag beside her, she brushed herself off, slowly strolled toward the registration to check in.

"Name?"

"Echizen. Echizen Katsumi."

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"Game Echizen 6-2!"

Katsumi Echizen walked over to her opponent, a much older girl whose dark blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, to shake her hand.

"Good game, you definitely aren't an amateur!" The older girl replied in good humor to her lose. The blonde though she had lost the tournament to a girl much younger then herself couldn't help but feel more encouraged to get better after playing this girl whose playing level was beyond her years.

She's definitely not a girl who should be underestimated, the girl concluded; when we play again I'll definitely defeat her. But more importantly –

"Yeah," Katsumi said walking away, her left hand holding her racket and began to walk toward her tennis bag to put her racket inside.

"Hey, wait up," the older girl called to her, Katsumi stopped and looked back over her shoulder in a bored fashion wondering what she wanted.

"I should introduce myself, the name's Eto Sakura." the older girl said, "I'm going to be part time assistant coaching this year at Seishun Academy. You should definitely go out for the Girl's tennis team."

Katsumi interest was now peaked, she had already heard of this Seishun from her father earlier in the week, it had been one of the rare occasions her father was actually interested in Ryoma and her lives. He spoke of Sieshun fondly, since it was where he first started playing tennis as well. He said Seishun had a great tennis club for not only boys but girls as well.

"Seishun…" Katsumi murmured softly to herself.

"Yeah," Sakura said, "Seishun has a great tennis club, and they've got great leaders on their teams who plan to lead them to Nationals for sure!"

Hmm, Nationals only the best of the best go. It would be a great chance at facing new competition. But what of Ryoma, if I recall correctly 7th years aren't allowed to play until the summer. I wonder, maybe this is what he needs, something to reach for if Seishun is really as good as this girl says it could challenge Ryoma into improving! Katsumi smiled internally at the thought, but kept her face neutral.

Katsumi didn't answer her question instead she grabbed her tennis bag and walked out of the courts lost in thought.

"Well think about it!" Sakura called to her.

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"Oh otouto," Katsumi Echizen looked up from her dinner noticing her younger brother Ryoma walked in the room. Her long copper brown hair went down her back, slightly damp from the shower she just took, wetting the back of her t-shirt that said; LAHS Varisty Tennis, with black Mizuno spandex. Her dark hazel eyes like her brother's looked up at him curiously. "How'd your game go?"

"…"

"Let me guess. You were only five minutes late." She stated, cocking her head to the side in a playful manner.

Ryoma didn't say anything, as he sat down across from his sister picking up the dish and began eating.

"I don't know how you could've been late," Katsumi continued, "after all I set your alarm clock an hour early just to make sure you'd wake up in time. Did you get lost?"

Her otouto shrugged as he ate, not wanting to talk about it.

Katsumi just shook her head, "One day Ryoma you're going to realize that you need to be more punctual and responsible. Right dad?" Katsumi asked looking over at their father who was lying on the patio, reading.

"Dad?" No response.

Katsumi got up quietly and looked over her father's shoulder to see what he was so fascinated by –

"AH! MAMA! PAPA'S LOOKING AT – "

Nanjiro Echizen quickly grabbed his daughter and clamped his hand over her mouth to stop from saying any more.

"Hm?"

"It's nothing dear." Nanjiro Echizen called, keeping a firm hand on his daughter's mouth.

Ryoma watched the scene quietly and muttered, "Ore wa baka ni kakoma rete imasu."

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Ore wa baka ni kakoma rete imasu: I'm surrounded by idiots" in Japanese

Sorry it's so short next chapter will be longer! It'll be my goal!