Hey guys! My first PoT fanfic! ^^ Just some things you need to know before I start…
1) I do not own Prince of Tennis, but I do own Demi, who is an OC I added, and I am very proud of her! I don't own any of the songs I might be mentioning either.
2) This is from Demi's PoV
3) Rated T for swearing xD
So… yeah… enjoy ! =]

`'`'`'`'`' PROLOGUE `'`'`'`'`'

I knew where home was.

Before this whole mess started, I did. And it started quite long ago. I'll make it simple for you.

Since my father is a diplomat, I travel around a lot. But for some reason, the embassy let us stay in Brazil for most of my life. Brasilia (the capital) is beautiful – when it rains, in a couple of hours, the whole city seems to be green. If only the great amount of buildings wasn't there to ruin the whole view. And, goodness, the noise of the cars…

Now, there was one year when we had to move to Austin, Texas. I hated the US. I missed Brazil like hell. And man, I would do anything to go back.

One day, my dad was invited to the U.S. Open. It was kinda cool. Kinda boring. Not really anything fantastic. I would have rather stayed at home and played guitar.

We were introduced to some of the tennis players that passed by. I was pretty annoyed when a pair of boys walked through. There was a black-haired one with a cap, whose eyes seemed much like a cat's. And then there was a blonde one next to him who kept on yelling how his game was awesome and how one day he would be in the U.S. Open too. Some people just don't shut up.

"Ah, Mr. Gomez!" said our nervous guide. He really had to make everything look perfect to my dad. But Dad didn't notice when I painted the tips of my hair red either. It makes a good contrast with the usual black. "This is Echizen Ryoma, the youngest person to participate in the U.S. Open!"

"How nice to meet you, Echizen." My father said with a kind smile. He was at that point where he wasn't excited, but wasn't bored either. Everything that the guide was saying seemed to go in one ear and out the other for him.

"Yoroshikun." The black-haired boy said with a great lack of enthusiasm and began walking away.

"Ahn, Mr. Echizen came all the way from Japan for this tournament!" the guide continued, as if trying to show my dad there was actually a point in us meeting him. There really wasn't.

"Omae wa?" the boy turned around and seemed slightly annoyed as he said this. I had very little knowledge of Japanese from my father's conversations with Japanese embassadors. There was always a translator, but I'm usually quick to pick up things.

"Ah, Mr. Echizen, this is Mr. Gomez, a Brazilian embassador!" the guide said proudly. As he turned to me, his enthusiasm went down, but not the blond boy's pride. "And this is his daughter, Demi Gomez."

"Ano, gomen…" the black-haired boy to us, somewhat interrupting his friend who was about to talk. "Demo… I really need to go…"

"Daijobu..." I said carelessly, surprising both boys with the fact that I had any knowledge of Japanese at all.

"Mada mada dane." The boy smirked and walked away. I couldn't help but to keep on thinking of that smirk. I hadn't learned that term yet from any Japanese embassador. What could it be?

I decided to text an internet friend.

DeMi-GoEs-SoLo29 says: Domo desu.

E=mc2 is so last decade... says: Domo, Demi-san.

DeMi-GoEs-SoLo29 says: I told you that you can call me Demi-chan, or Demi-kun. Demi-san sounds so formal.

E=mc2 is so last decade... says: You already know that in Japan calling someone by their first name is already informal.

DeMi-GoEs-SoLo29 says: Well, here, everyone calls me Demi. You don't need to go beyond that.

E=mc2 is so last decade... says: Anyways, there is a 75% chance you have a favor to ask me.

DeMi-GoEs-SoLo29 says: Would you stop doing that!?

E=mc2 is so last decade... says: Doing what?

DeMi-GoEs-SoLo29 says: The creepy "I know everything about you" thing.

E=mc2 is so last decade... says: But I don't. My data on you is not yet complete.

DeMi-GoEs-SoLo29 says: Oh, forget it… anyways, what does mada mada dane mean?

E=mc2 is so last decade... says: Literally, it translates to "No, not yet", but it usually means, "You still have lots to work on". There is a 90% chance you're asking me because someone said that to you.

DeMi-GoEs-SoLo29 says: Hai, sempai.

E=mc2 is so last decade... says: You are in America, right?

DeMi-GoEs-SoLo29 says: Uhn. Nande? Do you know the person who said that to me?

E=mc2 is so last decade... says: Mm… iie… there is only a 20% chance of that…

E=mc2 is so last decade... logged off.

Yup. He logged off on my face. Bitch.

Next day at school, coincidentially, the three new students are me, Echizen Ryoma, and his creepy little friend.

The teacher introduced us all and I was glad I could sit far away from those two. With my last name starting with a G, it was pretty far from Smith and Echizen (I found out when the teacher introduced us). But for some reason, no last names started with F to set the distance between Echizen and I. As he was putting his bag down, he stared at me, his cat eyes recognizing something in me.

"Oh, Demi…" he said calmly. I wasn't sure if he was happy or disappointed. But so far he was the only person I knew, so why not talk to him?

"Hey." I said with a half-smile. "So, you're a tennis player, right?"

"Hai." He said, getting busy at opening his binder to take notes, as if that were the end of the conversation. But I wasn't willing to give up that easily.

"Cool. I'm more into music than sports." I said affirmatively, confident that my enthusiasm would catch on. "I'm guessing you at least hear some music to practice. What's your fave?"

"Dunno." He said calmly again, as if my conversation was boring him. Well, if Kevin's awkwardly exaggerated enthusiasm didn't catch on, neither would mine. But I was willing to gain his trust somehow.

"Well, I've always wanted to learn tennis…" I tried again, this time, leaning the conversation into his interests. "But I never really had time. It's pretty cool watching you play." I was pretty much lying since I was playing DS for the whole game.

"Domo 'su." He said without a glance at me, digging for a pencil in his pencil case. Shit, this was going to be harder than I thought.

"Since when do you play?"

"Too young to remember."

"Hm… so you must be pretty good, ne?"

"Mada mada dane."

I then remembered my conversation with my virtual pen pal. He didn't mean "You still have lots to work on"… he meant that "he still has lots to work on". Interesting.

"So, how's Japan? You're from there, right?"

"It's cool."

"What city are you from?"

"Tokyo."

"Oh, my gawsh, Tokyo!" I gasped. "My virtual pen pal is from there, too!"

"Congratulations…" he replied sarcastically. Gawd, if anybody could annoy me, it would be him. But for some reason, that only made things more interesting. I smirked at this reply.

"Mada mada dane, Echizen Ryoma…" I said in my know-it-all voice.

"What do you mean?" he said angrily, now turning to me. I had triggered his attention. A good start for me. It's always fun to see what flips someone out, especially when they're as boring as Echizen Ryoma.

"Social skills…" I said with a big smile on my face. "Enthusiasm…" I didn't dare look into those cat eyes,though. I felt as if they were going to stab right through me. So I stared at a small Ponta bottle on his table.

"Che!" he said as he turned back. "I bet your music isn't that great either…"

"Let's bet!" I said excitedly, leaning in. I had found a way into his life. "You come to one of my shows and you have to be completely honest about our songs."

"Mada mada dane!" he said as he stared right into my eyes with that beautiful smile. Gawd, he should smile more often. He's got a beautiful smile.