AN: I'm back... And I come bearing the sixth drabble of the Insanity 'verse!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Prince of Tennis, but you should know that by now.
Prey
Seigaku is strong. This is a universally acknowledged fact. Seigaku plays fair, even with their weaker opponents. This is a universally believed fact, that is nonetheless far from the truth. The truth is... Seigaku doesn't know what fairness is, and especially not to those weaker than themselves. In the twisted worldview of the "blue" school, those weaker than themselves are there to be crushed.
Ginka finds this out the hard way. They register at the Tokyo Prefectural Tournament determined to do their best, believing that their time to shine has come. They are happy, excited, and ready to play.
This upbeat mood only lasts until they lay eyes on their first opponent: Seigaku.
Ginka is scared, yet resolute. They know Seigaku is strong, yet they are not willing to give up. And yet, as they watch Seigaku from afar, they see something that breaks their will to go on.
Hanging in the back of the pack stands someone Ginka knows all too well: The boy who single-handedly walked in and destroyed their team.
Each and everyone of them knows the cold ruthlessness that hides beneath the pure white cap, and the danger coiled within the freshman's slim frame.
As if the gold-eyed devil wasn't enough to terrify them, they take note of where he walks: at the back of Seigaku's pack, and on an instinctual level, they know what this means.
The little freshman is a predator, yet he walks at the back, as if he is the lowest, the weakest.
They know what this means, and yet they do not truly understand until they stand on the tennis green, facing the danger of Seigaku head on. They are paralyzed, helpless under their opponents' hungry eyes. Ginka's captain feels all the air leave his lungs as if Seigaku's bloodlust is a physical thing, and he knows there is only one thing for them to do, if they want to survive.
As one, Ginka's regulars bow, forfeiting the match and offering the weak excuse of a universal stomach ache. Seigaku watches them flee the field, and though they remain composed, a satisfied gleam passes through eight sets of eyes.
Ginka may not know it, but they were broken, and all without Seigaku ever raising a racket.
Had Ginka ever shown any signs of being stronger than that, Seigaku might have been disappointed at such a forfeit, but Ginka was not, and so, Seigaku is content.
After all, Ginka is just prey.
AN: Another drabble down. I'm sorry it took me so long; school's been busy. Anyway, this is just a quick look at Seigaku through the eyes of one of their weakest opponents. Read and review!