Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. Only original characters belong to me.

A Coach's Request

Prologue

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Narita International Airport. Local time is 3:58 pm and the temperature is 35 degrees Fahrenheit. On behalf of Atobe Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!" A young girl in the age of 13, with green tinted black hair, and soft features that was sleeping soundly inside the airplane.

One of the stewardess saw her sleeping and tried to wake her up because the other passengers have already left and she was the lone person that was still inside.

"Miss, please wake up. We've already landed. Miss" she shook her shoulder and the girl slowly opened her eyes, she had hazel almost golden eyes. She looked up and saw the stewardess that woke her up. She figured out the latter and slowly rubbed the dirt off her eyes.

The stewardess squealed silently, 'So moe(1)! She's so pretty! Like an angel!' she thought. The girl stood up, grabbed her bags and looked at the stewardess, hazel meets black.

"Arigatou gozaimasu(2)" she bowed and left the airplane, leaving the stewardess squealing like a teenager.

After stepping inside the airport, the girl immediately left to look for a vending machine that was selling her favorite juice, Ponta. She saw one and immediately bought one. Opening the can, she plopped her stuff on a bench and grabbed her cellphone that was inside her backpack. She dialed a number and waited for the receiver to accept the call.

"Moshi moshi(3)? Is that you Reika-chan(4)?" Rinko, the girl's mother asked.

"Hai(5), I'm in Japan, okaa-san(6)." She replied. Echizen Reika, 13 and the older sister of Echizen Ryoma.

"Really? Do you want me to tell your dad? Wait- Nanjiro! Reika-chan is on the ph-!"

"My little girl! Have you been eating right? Did you won your last match? Where are you?" Nanjiro asked his daughter.

"Oyaji(7), I'm eating fine, well I do have a bigger appetite than Ryoma, and yes, I won the match but, I might back out though, give the phone back to mom." she stated.

"Um, Reika? Why is your dad paralyzed? What did you tell him?" she glanced at the big clock that was hanged on a wall and it showed that it was already 4:34 pm

"Crap, I'm going to be late. I'll call you later. And mom I want Japanese food later, bye."

"W-Wait, R-Reika! What do you mean you're backi-!" Reika paid no heed to his father and ended the phone call, she grabbed her things and ran to the nearest station.

| On The Other Hand |

"Reika! OI! TALK TO YOUR OLD MAN! Rinko! Where is that girl?! She said she's backing out?! I need to go to America!" Nanjiro said, pacing around the house.

"Anata, you don't have to go to America because she's already in Japan" Rinko said which made Nanjiro stop on his tracks.

"S-She's b-back?!" Rinko nodded. "AHH! WHAT AM I GONNA DO? THE COMMITTEE IS GONNA KILL ME! THE CHAMPIONSHIP WILL LOSE ALMOST HALF THE VIEWERS THEY NEED BECAUSE SHE WON'T PLAY! SPONSORS WILL PULL OUT THEIR INVESTMENTS! And whose idea is this!?"

"Calm down, Nanjiro. Reika already took care of everything and said that she needed to take a break because she injured her right arm. The committee will never know that she's here upon Ryuzaki-sensei's(8) request- umm. Nanjiro?"

"So, it's all that old hag's fault! I'll-"

"Now, Nanjirou. If you did that, would you consider sleeping on the couch for a year?"

"N-No ma'am."

"Good"

| Back With Reika |

She got on a train full of people but luckily for her, there was a vacant seat that was in her favor. She sat on it and listened to classical music that was booming from her headphones.

She was feeling uncomfortable because people (more like all boys) were looking at her, but who wouldn't? She looked like a goddess. But Reika wasn't aware of her beauty, causing her to check her outfit.

She was wearing white high-cut boots, black stockings, a white skirt (2 inches above the knee), a black tank top and a sleeveless white hoodie. She wore a black cap and her black headphones (you might say that white and black are her favorite colors).

She saw a group of boys wearing tennis outfits and one, who was taking glances at her every minute, was telling his friends about a tennis player. Just like Ryoma, she too had a gift for tennis, even winning against Ryoga, her and Ryoma's half-brother. And Ryoma has never even won over his big sister, meaning she's really good, almost enough to surpass their father (after 6 or more years; if that's what you mean by almost). Because of her unique senses, she can hear what the group was talking about.

"I heard that Seigaku has a freshman regular! And that freshman beat Hyotei, what a joke! Even I can win in a match from a 12-year old. I have 4 more years of experience!" a guy with orange(golden?) hair said and tried practicing his swing, in which he almost hit an old lady.

He did it so many times making the racket come closer and closer to the old lady's face, when Reika couldn't take it anymore, she took her headphones off.

"Hey you" the train became silent. She stared at the guy and he smirked. 'Look, even the chick noticed me' he thought, but little did he know that he was in a world full of hurt.

She stood up and went to the group's direction, every passenger watching her every move, when she was a few steps away, she changed directions and went to the old lady.

"Grandma, how about you sit on that spot? It's more safe there." the old lady smiled and Reika helped her to sit, all the passengers were in awe of what the girl just did.

'Now to finish that arrogant guy.' she thought. "Hey, you're not holding the racket right, if you hold it like that, you wouldn't even put power on the ball" she smirked, the guy was ticked off.

"Hah! You kid! Let's see how you can grab the ball coming at 17 kph straight on your face!" the guy grabbed a tennis ball and swung, causing the ball to go straight towards Reika's face.

'God, how slow.' She easily caught the ball on her right hand. "I'll show you a true swing." She took her black racket (like Ryoma's) from her backpack and took her stance.

She aimed, threw, and swung. The ball curved and went straight to the arrogant guy's racket, because of the power, it managed to break the strings and the ball to make a small dent on the train's wall.

"Oi, S-Sasabe, doesn't she look like someone?" one of the guy's friends said.

"Ah! That kid who ridiculed you at that one competition!" 'So, Ryoma taught this bastard a lesson or two, eh?' she thought, she put her racket back inside her backpack and fixed her cap.

"We're here at Terminal 12. Terminal 12" 'This is my stop!' she grabbed her bags and was about to set foot off the train when,

"W-Who are you?"

"Echizen Reika, but mada mada ssuyo(9)" and she left with a grin on her face.

'I can't wait to see you, little brother.' she thought and left the train station.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction, so please bear with me! Also, if there are any wrong spellings or my grammar, sorry about that because English isn't really my first language.

Japanese Glossary

1 - MOE - is a Japanese slang word, and loanword that refers to feelings of strong affection, or cute.

2 - ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU - "Thank you very much."

3 - MOSHI MOSHI - This is used to say "hello" when you talk with someone on the telephone.

4 - -CHAN - a diminutive suffix; It comes from a "cute" pronouncing of -san (in Japanese, replacing s sounds with ch sounds is seen as cute).

5 - HAI - "yes".

6 - OKAA-SAN - "mother".

7 - OYAJI - "father".

8 - SENSEI - "teacher/professor".

9 - MADA MADA SSUYO - "You still have lots more to work on".