Emerald: This idea would not leave me alone! I really should not be writing another story. I am re-watching Prince of Tennis!

Saya: Yeah, for the hundredth time!

Emerald: Ahhh! *Falls off chair* When did you get back?

Saya: Just now.

Emerald: Oh, ok.

*Saya shakes her head*

Summary: Ryoma, a tennis prodigy is about to meet with his rival, she is transferred to Seigaku at the same time as him. They both meet and sparks fly, but what kind of sparks? These two have more in common then than they know. Two rivals, two tennis prodigies, two friends that will be at each other's throats, or will they?

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Prince of Tennis, seriously people, if I did, I wouldn't be on here. Also the first couple of dialogues are from the subbed anime directly, I do not own that either.

Warning: There might be some cursing/swearing.

BTW: This starts in Episode 2: Samurai Junior

"Talking"

'Thinking'

'My first day at Seishun Gauken,' mused a boy. He was 4'7"; he had raven black hair with a blue tint, he wore the standard uniform, he had a long black braid going over the right side of his shoulder and was carrying a dark blue tennis bag. He had sapphire blue eyes, slanted like a cat's. He walked to the tennis courts; there he saw two older boys and four younger boys.

"Hey. You there, are you going to join our tennis club?" the one with a green headband asked.

"Hello," three boys said, while the tall raven-haired one just stood silently.

'This might be interesting,' he thought.

"I'm Katsuo Mizuno, a freshman," said the tallest boy.

"Kachiro Katou, freshman," said the boy standing to Katsuo's right.

"I am Horio Satoshi. I am honored to be able to join a tennis club as renowned as Seigaku's. I have two years of tennis experience," said the brown haired boy. 'Hmm, he looks like a bragger,' the boy observing them thought.

"You over there, what's your name?" asked the older boy in the blue jacket and sweatpants. The boy, who had yet to introduce himself, only stared at him.

"Bastard, can't you hear me!"

His friend put a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay…" Turning to the three boys, " We know of a good game, want to try it?"

"Game?" Horio asked.

The two older boys nodded, they went inside the court, on one side he put down a can, "The rules are simple, you serve from over there and try to hit the can in 10 tries, the prize money is ¥10,000. However, there is a ¥200 fee per person. So, what do you say?"

"¥10,000?" Horio said excitedly.

"Of course we'll do it," the other two replied.

The first boy, who was observing, walked out of the building's shadow and stood outside of the court, near the boy who was leaning on the fence.

Kachiro went first; his balls (AN: Tennis balls you perverts!) went nowhere near the can.

Katsuo went next; it was the same as Kachiro's try.

"Man, you guys are terrible," Horio, commented.

"Well what do you expect? We've never played tennis before!" Katsuo said.

"Horio, with two years of tennis experience will now try his hand," Horio said, while raising his racket into the air.

He walked out onto the court, "¥10,000 is mine!" His first two balls missed, "It's not supposed to go like this. This time for sure!" He picked up another ball and served, most of his balls missed. "Oh no…"

"Oi, one more try!" Called the guy with the headband.

"It only takes one," Horio said, this time the ball hit it, but the can didn't fall. "Iie, I couldn't do it. Looks like we're out ¥200."

The three boys reached into their pockets and pulled out ¥200, holding their hands out to the two older boys.

"Huh? Perhaps you misunderstood," said the one wearing sweatpants.

The one wearing a green headband kneeled down and picked up the can, showing the three boys the label, "Knock the can down serve game, ¥500 per ball, ¥200 tryout fee extra, and together, it's ¥5200 per person."

"What! We don't have that kind of money!"

The older boys shrugged, "Blame it on your bad skills."

They turned to the kids by the fence, "Hey, chibis over there. Too scared to try?" asked the guy wearing the green headband.

"Let's get this over with," the two boys replied at the same time. They looked at each other. They both shrugged their shoulders and took out a racket.

"Guys, don't do it. You're wasting good money, you'll never hit it," said Horio.

The two boys took their positions on the court. "Cheaters, there is no way a regular serve will knock it over," said the boy holding a blue racket.

"You can't knock it down if you went directly at the can," said the one with the red racket.

"What are you two talking about?" asked the guy with the headband.

"There are rocks inside," answered the guy with the blue racket. They could see the two older guys start to sweat.

The guy with the red racket served, the ball hit the top of the can with pinpoint accuracy. The boy looked at the other boy on the court next to him. The guy with the blue racket served. He hit the can and made a dent in its side, making the can roll away.

"Ahhh! The senpais are cheating," Horio shouted.

"That's so dirty," agreed Katsuo and Kachiro nodded.

"Shut up! What does a newcomer know? It was just a fluke, that's all," said the boy with the green headband.

The two boys started serving balls, one after another, repeatedly hitting the can. "If I hit the can a hundred times will you give me a million yen?" Said the boy with the red racket.

"What about two million?" asked the boy with the blue racket.

"S…Sugoi control…" said the three standing on the side.

"How dare you use that tone with an upperclassman," shouted the guy with the headband.

"Just because you were born a year earlier doesn't mean you can cheat those younger than you," said the boy with the blue racket.

The two older guys started walking towards the two boys, a tennis ball hit the can, and the can hit the door of the tennis court. The two older boys stopped.

"Oh, I hit it," said a tall guy wearing a yellow shirt and blue sweatpants, "Lucky!"

"Oh, the guy from before," said Horio.

He came to stand behind the two seventh graders, "Hey hey, Arai. Just because the seniors aren't here doesn't mean you can bully the freshmen. You won't either."

Arai, the guy wearing the headband, nodded, "You know, I actually have to go do something."

"Yeah, me too," said his friend. They both quickly ran off.

The two boys in front of the tall guy made to move but his voice stopped them, "Hey, who said you two could go?"

Two girls came, one with a yellow tennis bag and the other with two pigtails holding the first girl's arm.

"Ryoma-kun, it is you," said the first girl. The boy holding the red racket looked up. "So cool," said the second girl to the first, "Sakuno, who is this? Introduce him."

Sakuno, the first girl, said, "Oh, this is Ryoma Echizen-kun, Tomo-chan."

The two unnoticed adults standing behind the two girls looked interested, "Ryoma…. Echizen…" said the man.

"Heh, so you're Ryoma Echizen. Much smaller than I thought…"said the guy still standing behind Ryoma and the boy with the blue racket.

"Who are you," Ryoma asked both the older boy and the boy beside him.

"Sophomore, Takeshi Momoshiro," Momoshiro looked toward the other boy.

The boy just smiled, "You'll find out soon enough."

Momoshiro looked curious, but he needed to know about something else, so he let it go, "I heard from the grandma coach that you can use the twist serve?"

"Really? Twist Serve?" Horio asked, shocked.

"What's a Twist Serve," Kachiro asked.

"Is it awesome," asked Katsuo.

"What about it," asked Ryoma.

"I'll crush you. Have to do it before you start to bud," Momoshiro said.

Ryoma glared, the unnamed boy looked interested.

"Which?" Momoshiro said.

"Smooth." Momoshiro spun the racket.

"Which?" said Kachiro.

"Smooth?" said Katsuo.

"Geez, this is why I don't like beginners. That is a tennis term used to determine who serves first. If the grip faces right side up, it is called smooth. If it is upside down, it's rough," explained Horio.

"Too bad, it's rough, but I'll let you have the first serve."

"Demo, Momoshiro-senpai, don't you want to serve first? You won the toss," said Horio.

"I want to see the Twist Serve right away."

"M… Momoshiro-senpai, you're so cool," said Horio, Kachiro, Katsuo and the unnamed boy, all rolled their eyes.

"You guys can call me Momo."

"Iie, I can't call you Momo. Demo, can I be the chair judge?" said Horio.

"Oh, go ahead."

Horio rushed towards the chair, "Err… and now… The game between Momoshiro-senpai and Ryoma Echizen will begin. The referee will be me, Horio, who has two years of tennis experience…"

The three boys on the side looked at Horio, "Horio is a very pretentious person," said Katsuo to the two other boys. They both nodded.

"Forget about all that and start the game," shouted Tomo.

Horio flinched a little, "So now, the best of one set match. Echizen to serve," he announced.

Ryoma got ready; he placed his feet into position and served. The ball went straight across and it bounced on the ground and hit the fence behind Momo.

"Fault," Horio called out.

"Yes, yes. Ryoma-sama is so cool," Tomo exclaimed.

"Wait, that was a fault, so he has to serve again. If he faults again, it's a point for Momoshiro-kun. Isn't that right Inoue-san," said the older female.

"Hai, Shiba, that's correct," said the man on her right, Inoue.

"Really? Ryoma-sama…" said Tomo sadly.

"But that serve was really fast," said Kachiro.

"I don't want slice serves. Don't hold out on me, show me the the Twist Serve," said Momo.

"Yada," said Ryoma.

"Arrogant brat."

Ryoma started bouncing the ball with his left hand. "Twist… Serve…?" said Sakuno, unsure.

Ryoma threw the ball into the air and hit it with his racket, Momo saw the ball coming, raising his racket, the ball bounced, it hit the racket and knocked it out of Momo's hand.

The people at the sidelines gasped. The unnamed boy carefully observed the whole game.

'So, Ryoma's a lefty like me huh?'

"Time out!" Momo said.

"Eh?"

"I quit. It's over. I'll let you go now."

"Doesn't matter to me," said Ryoma walking away. He put his racket in his bag, "Sugoi, Ryoma-kun," said Kachiro.

"You were amazing," complimented Katsuo.

"Echizen, which club did you train at?" asked Horio.

"Temple, where did that boy go?" Ryoma asked.

"Huh? Oh, him! I don't know, he was here just a second ago," said Horio.

Tomo and Sakuno came up to Ryoma, "Wait, Tomo-chan!"

Ryoma and the other three boys looked at the two girls.

"Good to make your acquaintance. My name is Tomoka Osakada, call me Tomo; I am friends with Sakuno Ryuzaki. Nice to meet you," said Tomo.

"Ohayo, Ryoma-kun," said Sakuno, "I'm sorry about last time."

"Sakuno Ryuzaki…? Who is that?" asked Ryoma with confusion in his voice.

Sakuno's eyes widened, "Who is that? You don't remember me? I'm...shocked."

Walking into his class, he saw everyone chatting and relaxing. Sitting down at the back of the class, he decided to take a nap. The door opened, this time admitting the four boys from the courts. The raven looked up, he caught the eye of the boy standing in front of the group. The boy had raven-black hair with a green tint, and slanted green-brown eyes. The two boys stared at each other, neither willing to look away. The brown haired boy behind him put a hand on his shoulder, the boy looked away. The first boy put his head back down and fell into a light sleep.

SLAM

The teacher slid open the door harshly, "SETTLE DOWN! STAND IN A LINE AT THE FRONT OF THE ROOM!"

Everyone rushed to the front, the teacher called role while sitting everyone in alphabetical order. 'Ryoma Echizen, huh?' mused the boy.

'Kage Higurashi, his name means shadow,'' mused Ryoma, two seats across from him.

~Lunch~

'Might as well go to the roof, I don't want to eat, not that hungry anyways.' Kage walked up the stairs to the roof. He walked to the edge of the roof and sat down. Bringing out a Ponta, he opened it and took a sip. Feeling a little drowsy, he slowly fell back, closing his eyes and enjoying the sun on his body.

The door to the roof opened, Ryoma walked on to the roof. He saw the boy, Kage, lying at the edge of the roof along with the can of Ponta at his side.

He walked over and lay down next to him, Kage opened one eye; he studied the boy lying across from him.

"Ryoma Echizen, ne? Play any tennis?" Kage's soft voice floated over to him, Kage knew that Ryoma played tennis and he knew that Ryoma knew that he played tennis; it was just a greeting of sorts. Ryoma looked over at the boy next to him, "Hai, Kage Higurashi, hm, do you?"

"Hai," came the short reply. Ryoma closed his eyes; they both fell into a light sleep.

The bell rang, jerking the two out of their sleep; groans came from the two boys. Kage was the first to open his eyes, looking at the time, he realized there were two minutes left to get to class. He shook Ryoma's shoulder, "Come on you, we have two minutes to get to afternoon classes!"

Ryoma's eyes shot open at the mention of class, "Thanks," he muttered.

"No problem, let's go," said Kage.

They quickly got up, their bags were already in the classroom so they didn't have to carry anything; they ran down the stairs and made it into the class just as the bell rang.

Soon the dismissal bell rang and everyone hurried out of the classroom.

"I'm home," called Kage.

"Ah, Kagome, welcome back," said Ai Higurashi, "How was your first day of school?"

"It was fine, kaa-san."

"Did you join the tennis team?"

"Iie, the juniors and seniors were not there, so registration starts tomorrow."

"I still don't get why you want to go as a boy," said Ai.

"Have you seen the short skirt the girls have to wear? They come up till here," said Kagome, putting her hand on her upper thigh indicating the length.

"I would look like a slut! Plus, the boy's tennis team is way better than the girls, the girls can hardly play a decent game, and against the boys, they can barely score a point much less a set or even a game," said Kagome like it was obvious.

"They can't be that bad…" Ai trailed off uncertainly, her daughter was making it seem like they had no skills at all.

Kagome scoffed, "Kaa-san, I watched them play, most girls are only playing because they want to be recognized by the boys. They have no talent, the only talent they have, that I have seen, is the talent to squeal," said Kagome making a face at remembering Tomoka, she didn't like girls who only squealed over talented and cute boys because they think they're in love.

Sakuno was okay, she was a little too shy for her taste but she didn't squeal like a pig every time something went in her favorite player's favor. She sighed; her ears had hurt from Tomoka's squealing and then the teacher's shouting in the classroom.

"Alright, I understand. Did you meet any of the other tennis players?"

Kagome smiled, "Kaa-san, I'm glad we came to Japan, I think I may have found someone that is the same level as me."

"Well, that's good. You have great skill in tennis, why don't you rest," said Ai.

Kagome nodded then yawned, "All right kaa-san."

Emerald: So, tell me if you guys like it, depending on if you guys like it, I will continue. Of course, that depends on the number of reviews I get. So click that beautiful button on the bottom and review! =D