CHOOSEY LOVER
Love is a temporary madness that erupts like an earthquake.
-St. Augustine
Okay, before you guys kill me for this change in the chapters, I must say first that I haven't update the fourth chapter, very sorry, but what I only did was to combine the first 3 chapters into one. So if you have read the first three chapters, there is no need for you to continue reading this chapter now. Sorry for the misunderstanding. For the reasons you can check my profile, which I updated to give more information regarding this story, as well as a new poll I put up for you to do. Once again, I apologize for any misunderstanding, but I'll update the next chapter by this Sunday, and I promise that it is a long long chapter for your liking. Thankyou!
~CHAPTER 1~The sunlight penetrated through the thick lush leaves of the tree top, hitting the face of the slumbering teenager under the tree. Echizen Ryoma, slightly awakened by the sunlight, groaned as her eyes fluttered open to come in direct contact with the sunlight. It was only seven in the morning, and yet the first rays of sunlight of the day prevented her from going back into her slumber. She rolled and sat up slowly after a few minutes, her eyes still adjusting to the light as she leaned back down on the tree.
Seven in the morning and she was already in school, which would only start at eight, all thanks to her irresponsible father who had messed up her time table and kicked her out of the house at six thirty.
She brushed herself as she stood up, pulled her cap over her eyes and started walking briskly around the school. Since she had a lot of time ahead of her, she might as well make full use of it to explore this school campus, which was all foreign to her. Yes, it was her first day at school, and the school committee had actually offered to take her around the campus, but she had reclined, stating that she would explore the campus herself.
She was not exactly a sociable person. She was infact, quite unsociable. It was a great irony with her looks and tennis skills, which could only command more attention to herself. Big alluring dark golden eyes set in a face that seemed to be made of porcelain, accompanied by a lean, slim figure with slender curves, one could say that she could be considered as a classical beauty. Add that with great tennis skills that can rival even male players, she was commanding more attention to herself that she ever wanted. She pursed her lips as she recalled what happened in America, where she turned 'famous' in her school overnight when she defeated the captain of the male tennis team. It had brought nothing but trouble afterwards. The fanclub of the male tennis team got together to bully her, with tricks and bullying methods of a six year old kid, in her opinion.
So after two months of constant bullying, she decided that she had had enough of those childish, immature pranks which amused her greatly innitially but later brought about more irritation. Changing school proved to be the more efficient method, and given that her than had wanted to return to Japan, she might as well enrol in a school in Japan directly. Which was why she ended up in Rikkai Junior High School.
Just how big was this school? She had been walking for ten minutes, but was still lost in the maze of paths and junctions. It was only after a while did she finally see something familiar- the tennis courts. No, she had never been here even once, thanks to her father, who deemed such prior visits very much unneccessary. But then again, tennis courts looked just about the same anywhere, anytime. The sight of the tennis courts brought about much comfort and familiarity to her.
Walking closer, she spotted several people playing tennis in the courts. She smirked as she watched a guy, probably her senior, attempt to do a smash in vain. The jump wasn't powerful enough, the angle of contact between the racket and the ball was totally off, so instead of sailing right onto the ground, it ended up as a high lob as the ball sailed beyond the fence surrounding the court and landed near her.
It was instinctive for her grab the oncoming ball bouncing towards her at high speed. Waiting for the ball to come closer, her left hand was a blur as she suddenly grabbed the ball in midair and with a powerful flick of her wrist, sent the ball flying back into the courts.
All this was dutily noted by Renji Yanagi, who was here to check on the morning practices before the Rikkai regulars came. Being Renji, he quickly calculate the strength needed to flick the ball across the net was found out that whoever the girl was, she had great wrist power. She would be a great plus for the Rikkai male tennis team, if not for her gender.
She lingered around the tennis courts, trying to see if there were any tennis players that very around her level, but so far, all she had encountered were just clumsy, and obviously non-competitive players. She shrugged in disappointment as she contemplated her next step. Should she continue her pointless tour around the campus, or would she rather stay around the tennis courts? It wasn't a difficult choice, given her love for tennis, but on the other hand she had left her tennis rackets at home, and the players here, in her opinion, were pretty bad.
She paused before making her way into the tennis court, instantly catching the attention of the many males around her. She cursed inwardly. How could she have forgotten that a female walking into a nest of males would creat much trouble. Gosh.
Stopping by the door, she stood there quietly, hoping that the guys would just ignore her existance and go back to playing tennis. Fat hope, she noted dryly as a male approached her seconds later.
"Hello, are you looking for someone? I can help you around." The over helpful stranger stood before her and smiled.
"…" This was a complete nuisance. "No need. I'm here to watch you guys play."
"Really? We're very honoured. Why don't you sit down and watch us play then. We are quite professional."
Alright, this guy was not only over helpful, he was a total show off. There would be no way they could play at professional level. If they were professional, who would she be? She rolled her eyes.
"Come on, sit down and cheer for us" He grinned as he turned around to address the entire nest of males. "Hey everyone, she's here to cheer us on as a fan because we played quite professionally!"
That was the last straw. She could almost hear her own mind went 'snap!' as she saw red. She detested complacency and she detested being treated as one of those crazy, rabid fangirls even more. Her eyes turned to a darker shade of yellow as she fumed.
"Professionally?" She smirked, "Don't even joke with me."
Before they could even retort or protest, she launched into a series of cursings and moking. "Stop treating me like some of those crazy fangirls, and even if I am one of them, I wouldn't exactly fangirl over the likes off you. Do you even know your own standards? Don't joke around. You guys being professional? What I saw was just some tennis player that couldn't even do a smash. Right, really professional." Her voice dripped with sacarsm towards the end. And no, she wasn't finished. Glaring at the wide mouth guys around her, she smirked and continued, "So, this is the standard of Rikkai tennis team? I'm disappointed. I thought the standard would be high enough here to at least challenge me."
Pleased with reactions of the guys before her, she smirked, only to have it turned into a horrified expression at what she had done. Did she just insulted the entire tennis team? Well, they deserved it anyway, but that would be declaring war with the tennis clud fangirls. She groaned. She had had enough of those fangirls.
It was when she was torn between what to do when she heard soft laughter behind her. An ominous feeling came over her as she willed herself to turn around. Behind her stood the entire Rikkai tennis club regular team.
"Well said…" A beautiful looking male smiled as he stared gently at her, while the rest of the team were doing their best to hold in their laughter, except for the scary looking male beside the beautiful boy.
She frowned. If she was not wrong, they were also part of the tennis team right? Were they not insulted?
"It's the truth. They are bad." She muttered, as the slightest of regret came over her. Somehow gut feeling told her that this group of tennis players, this special group, were above the rest in terms of sheer command and power.
The rest of the team only burst out into uncontrolled laughter as they stared in disbelieve at the female who insulted the entire Rikkai tennis team. With the cap hiding and shading her eyes, they could not make out her face, which was a relief to herself. At least she could get away unknown. And safe.
She squirmed uncomfortably under the gaze of the beautiful boy, who was staring at her in much amusement from head to toe. "Will you quit staring at me?"
"I heard you saying something about challenging yourself with tennis." He graced her with that smile again, and her heart suddenly throbbed. She opened her eyes in shock at that foreign feeling, it felt… heart warming somehow.
Seeing her stiffen, the beautiful boy stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder lightly. "You alright?"
Coming back to her senses, she quickly dismissed the weird feeling she had just now, crediting it to her waking up too early. Looking at the boy and suddenly being extremely conscious of his hand resting on her shoulder, she shrugged. "What were you talking about just now?"
"As I was saying," he removed his hand from her shoulder smoothly, "I wonder if I am good enough for that offer."
"What offer?" She stared at him.
"The offer to challenge you." He smiled. "Am I not good enough? I'm Seiichi Yukimura, captain of the Rikkai tennis team. May I have the honour of your name?"
The other Rikkai regulars stared in wonder as they watched their captain subtly flirting with the unknown female. Their captain, who was usually only interested in tennis and nothing else was flirting with a female?
"Ryoma Echizen." She paused, wondering if she should take up the challenge. "As for the challenge, another day then." She glanced at her watch, only to realise that she was going to be late with her meeting with the teacher. "Well, I'm late now. Find you another day for the challenge."
She slipped off and head towards the main school building, doing a shortcut as she flip over a lower fence across the football field between the building and tennis courts.
Yukimura stared at her disapperaing figure until she went into the school building before turning back around to address the entire tennis team.
"What she said, about you guys bragging, was it true?" Still mantaining the smile, he asked, with his voice a notch colder than before. The non-regulars glupped as they looked at their smiling captain.
"Well then, we should not brag about ourselves, should we?"
"No~" The entire tennis team chorused.
"Alright, go back to practice." Yukimura dismissed them as he turned back to the regulars.
"Yukimura, were you flirting with that girl?" Sanada asked.
"Flirting? No, what makes you think that?" Yukimura pursed his lips, "But she is a very interesting girl, is she not?"
"Anyone who can stand up to the Rikkai tennis team is interesting." Yanagi managed to mutter, and he proceeded to tell them what he saw earlier on.
"As I said, she is very interesting indeed. Very very interesting." Yukimura mumbled, adressing Yanagi, "You're the president of the sstudent council right?"
"Yes, captain." Yanagi shot Yukimura a glance, and understood what he was going to ask, "Yes, I will be bringing her around the main building during lunch."
"Would it be troublesome if I were to join you?"
The rest of the regulars stared at him in half shock, half horror. Was their captain today having a fever or something?
"…" Yanagi shrugged as he opened his databook. "I guess you can tag along."
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Her eyes twitched as she stepped into the general office, seeing a crowd of teachers peering out of their respectives office, boring holes in her body. She felt as though she was a specimen in the laboratory, being dissected and examined closely. The admin staff stood up from her counter and addressed her.
"Welcome. I presume that you must be Echizen Ryoma?" She smiled as she held out her hand towards Ryoma.
"Yes." Ryoma muttered, taking the hand and shaking it.
"Alright. Here is your timetable, a map of this main building, as well as your expanses card. Later during lunch, the president of the student council will show you around here and the school compound." The admin stated as she passed over a stack of papers, accompanied by a silver card that resembled a credit card. Ryoma looked at the card in distress and confusion. How was she suppose to use the card? What was the card for? But the questions had yet to leave her mouth before she was hushed out of the office with a push from the admin.
Behind her, she could here the whispers of the teachers as she strode out. Making them out to be useless and meaningless gossip which had the content of something to do with her family, she ignored them and using the map, located her first lesson venue. It was Mathematics.
She inwardly groaned. Maths was not one of her favoured subjects, and as she made her way to the lecture room she could feel the stares of the people behind her, and the constant muttering of her name. She frowned as she wonder how almost the entire population of the school knew her name when it was just the first day of school here.
It only got worst in the lecture room, as her Maths teacher forced her to do a self introduction against her own will before she could quietly sit down and erase her own presense. Her introduction only included only seven words. "My name is Echizen Ryoma. That's all." The edges of her mouth curved upwards slightly as she saw the astonished looks on both the teacher's the students' faces before settling down on a sit at the far corner of the room.
When the bell finally rang, a string of curses were going through her mind as she made a mental note to butcher her Maths teacher in her sleep. Throughout the entire lesson, he had apparently tried to make the name he just learnt to full use by callig her repeatedly to answer all his questions. If she had disliked Maths before, she was absolutely loathing it right now.
And who in the right mind would put two sessions of Maths together? She fumed as she tried to figure out where the canteen was, before finally realising that she had a prior meeting with the president of the student council right now. It only added fuel on her fire as she made her way to the front of the general office to meet him, no emotions showing on her passive face, but everyone passing by her could feel heat emitting from her.
No one was in sight when she reached there, so she proceed to try buying a can of Ponta from the vending machine nearby in vain. The vending machine did not seem to have anywhere to insert coins, only a thin slot was available. She frowned in fustration as she examined the vending machine, trying to stuff her coins into the slot which was too thin.
"You don't use coins for this." A familiar voice rang from behind her as the beautiful boy from before appeared once again in front of her view. He took he hands off the vending machine before sloting a silver card that resembled hers into the slot. "You use your card like this. What do you want?"
"Ponta." She muttered as she watch the long slender fingers of the boy trailed down the options before pressing on the buttton for the Ponta drink, as well as another button for Pokka Green Tea. His hands then reached out for the cans that rolled down upon order and handed one over to her.
"Here. You have a card, don't you?" He graced her with that smile of his again as she reached out tentatively to take the can of Ponta.
"Yes…" She searched through her mind for his name, which had been mentioned before. "… Yukimura Seiichi"
"You've remembered my name." He smiled in amusement as he stared into her dark golden eyes, momentarily entranced by the depth of it.
"… Should I not?" She asked out loud, apparently baffled with his amusement. "And, what was that card about?"
"Do you have one?" Yukimura widened his eyes in surprise as she produce one that was similar to his card. "Our school uses the card as cash, so you buy things with it. You'll have to top up your card with money regularly."
"So… this is a credit card?" She pursed her lips as she asked, the look of initial surprised on his face had not pass on her.
"You can assume it as that. And I'm surprised that you have a silver card. No wonder the entire school knows of you." Smiling, he opened his can and took a drink, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he read the look of utter displeasure on her face.
"The whole school knows me?" She clicked her tongue in displeasure. "What does that have to do with the card?"
"The colour of the card represents your status in the school." Another foreign voice interrupted. She whipped around to look at the person who had just approached them, and recognised him as one of the tennis regulars.
"I'm Renji Yanagi, president of the Rikkai student council. Nice to meet you." He introduced, not missing the chance to take a glance at Yukimura, who was half glaring and half smiling at him at the same time. While his mouth remained in the position of a smile, his eyes showed displeasure with the interruption. Yanagi almost smiled, thinking how rare it was for their captain to actually even show any anger.
He strode up beside her and shook her hands, before elaborating on his point. "In our school there are three different card colours, mainly blue, red and silver. Blue cards are cards given to regular students, red cards to students who hold certain positions in either their sport committees or in the student council, and silver cards are only given to special students. So in terms of ranking, students with the silver cards are higher than those with red cards, which in turn are higher than those with blue cards. Teachers hold gold cards, which is essentially different from us."
Ryoma took another gulp of Ponta as she tried to comprehend what Yanagi was talking about. "So…?"
Yanagi looked at her in amusement as he shrugged. "Well, in our school, there are only 5 students with the silver card, including you. Yukimura and I are one of the silver card holders. As for why you are so well known, it must be credited to the fact that silver cards are only given to selected students that have shown great talents in both academic and sports. In essence, people who are certified all rounders. I'll explain more next time. Now, I have about 24 minutes to bring you around this campus… Yukimura, are you considering to tag along?"
Ryoma watched as Yukimura shot Yanagi a look that looked threatening and sweet at the same time and secretly smiled to herself. Those guys were interesting, alright.
After the tour around the campus, Yanagi promtly dismissed himself, leaving her and Yukimura for another 11 minutes alone, as kindly calculated and noted by Yanagi.
"You want to eat something?" Yukimura turned to face her, and noting the growling sounds from her stomach, asked.
"No thanks. I'll eat something later. Don't you need to go back for class?" Ryoma dismissed his offer with a wave of her hand. To be trueful, she could not really make out what the motive of this 'Yukimura' was. He was certainly not flirting with her, well at least not so obviously, but she could feel that he did had some kind of attraction towards her. This totally baffled her, and she decided that it would be better if he just left her alone, instead of doing things that confused her to no end.
"Are you dismissing me?" The ends of his lips curled upwards as he considered what she was saying.
"Well, yes." She replied without any hesitation.
Yukimura was apparantly not hurt by what she was saying, or if he did, he did not show it on his face. His smile remained. "May I ask why?"
"Tell me something, do you like me?" She asked out loud, only to realise that he might misinterprete her, so she hurriedly added, "Oh well, nevermind. Let me get this straight first. I do not feel any chemical romance towards you, so if you like me then please leave me alone."
Yukimura opened his eyes slightly with surprise upon hearing what she said. He seemed to consider what she was saying for a moment, before licking his lips and gave her the familiar smile again. "Well, I do like you, but in the way of… how do I explain? Possibly a cat's love towards its toy mouse?" He answered, biting back his laugh to look at her expression.
A flicker of amusement flashed within her eyes as she contemplated his interesting and unique answer. Finally, she nodded. "I like you too, just like the feelings of my Maths teacher towards me."
"Your Maths teacher habours feeling towards you?"
"Certainly, given that he has been torturing me for the past few hours, I'm pretty certain that he likes me a lot." She smirked.
"I take it that you don't return his feelings?" Yukimura enquired in interest.
"I will, when he's dead." Another smirk.
"Well then, so we'll agree that between you and me, there's a liking and mutual attraction that closely resembles the attraction between predator and prey?" Yukimura pushed, confirming his interesting relationship with her.
"Certainly." She agreed, even though it was a weird way of describing it.
Yukimura almost smirked as he turned away to go back to his class, not forgetting to address her one last time just to see her reaction. "See you soon, my prey."
She answered him with another of her famous smirks and waved him off, heading in the opposite direction to her class.
"Sorry mister, I think you are the prey."
"We'll see, between you and me, who's the real predator." Behind her, Yukimura muttered softly as he hummed a tune.
Things were just getting interesting.
When her first day of school had finally been over, she heaved a sigh of relief as she strode along the pathways to the main gate of Rikkai. It was stupid and unlike her to have left her tennis rackets, and right now she was trying to get home as fast as she probably could to get to her rackets and play a game. Just as she was about to step one step out of the school, her phone started vibrating. She fished out her phone with much annoyance, only to have her annoyance dissolved into joy as she took in the caller ID.
"Hello, Ryoma here. Kun, how are you?" She smiled as she heard the voice at the other end of the phone.
"Ryo, is it true that you enrolled in Rikkai?"
"… Yes, I did. But I don't think there's a female tennis team here." At the other end of the phone, 'he' could imagine how disappointed she was at the lack of a female tennis team. But still, her joining Rikkai was unexpected. He had expected her father to have enrolled her in his school, given their relationship, but no, that father of hers had to enroll her in the enemy's school. It was so obvious that it was on purpose. He had skipped his training for the first time ever since he joined the club, went to her house to find her after school, only to have her father telling him that she was in Rikkai in a half mocking, half pleased tone.
"Kun…?" Her voice pulled him back to the present.
"Ryo, where are you now?"
"I'm infront of Rikkai. Why?" She asked, apparantly puzzled over his question.
"You want to come to my school and join the male tennis club for training today?"
"Sure, but I don't have my rackets with me." As she answered, he stopped in his tracks, turned around and walked back towards her house once more.
"Wait for me there, I'll get your rackets and fetch you."
As Ryoma ended the call, she dumped her bag onto the ground and leaned on the walls infront of Rikkai, her skin tingling in excitement. The thought of being able to train and have matches with male tennis players excited her to no end. If she had not heard wrongly, the tennis team there was known to be really strong, and their training were known to be ruthless and tiring.
A bunch of giggling females passed by before her just as she was stretching slightly, which caused one of the females to stumble over her, and to smudge her shirt with her own lipstick. The unfortunated female shriek as she examined her shirt and sent Ryoma a deadly glare, with she returned with a nonchalant shrug. The female, being even more agitated screamed at her in fury as she charged towards her, trying to scratch her with a set of extremely polished and long fingernails. Another cat-fight, she sighed as she nimbly dogded the oncoming nails and gripped the offending hand. The female yowled in agony as she cursed Ryoma. Ryoma only tightened her grip, pulled the female towards her and positioned her lips beside her ears.
"Now, why don't you wash off the layer of mud on your face before anyone sees you?" Her lips curled up in a mocking smile as she pushed the female backwards into the arms of her friends.
"You…! I'm going to kill you tomorrow!" The female snarled as she touched her own face in horror, desperately wiping off anything on her face, on resulting in messing up her thick layer of make up. She glared as Ryoma even as she stormed off with her friends.
She groan as she realised the possible consequences of what she had done. As told, she was totally unsociable, and if her memories had not fail her, this entire event seemed to have happened once in America. Except the females there were obviously more violent. Considering the damage done, it was highly possible that tomorrow she would be targeted by the fellow followers of this female.
A shadow landed before her, blocking out most of the sunlight that fell on her face. She looked up, only to see a very familiar face which she had been seeing on and off throughout the entire day.
"Yukimura."
"Hello. So we meet again." Gracing her with his smile, his smile turned into a look of concern as he took in the scratch on her face. He held out his fingers and skimmed his fingertips across that offending scratch on her face, only to have her wincing with pain. "What's this?"
Ryoma reeled backwards after the initial contact and traced her own fingers across the scratch, before breaking into an amused laughter. "A scratch from a wild cat I met just now."
Yukimura took in her laughter as his face turned emotionless momentarily. He had no doubt witness the 'fight' just now, given that he had been sort of looking out for her, even though he would not admit it. Laughing didn't seemed to be a correct response for what she had been through. This girl was weird.
"What's wrong?" Ryoma, upon noting his weird expression, grinned. "It doesn't matter. She's weak, and that's why she needs to resort to such means."
"She's weak?"
"Yeah, using nails to fight, isn't it weak?" She explained, sounding so sure that even he beginned to believe her theory.
"Right." He finished lamely, but not before fishing out a plaster from one of his pocket and proceed to helping her put it on her scratch. This course of action took her by surprise, and she instinctively took one step backwards, only to stumble and lose her footing. Her body started falling to the likes of gravity, and she braced herself for the fall, as Yukimura attempted to reach out to grab her, his hand missing hers by only an inch.
And she fell into the hands of the person she was waiting for. Golden orbs met the colour of dark brown.
"Kun?!" Ryoma smiled as she regain her balance and turned around to address the male who had broken her fall.
"Ryo." The brown hair male nodded as he gripped her arms to stabalise her, ignoring Yukimura who was secretly fuming for his incompetence to catch her. He then turned his attention towards the male that had his hand on Ryoma's arms. That brown shade of hair looked impossibly familiar and when the male finally raised his head, Yukimura hissed under his breath.
"Tezuka." Yukimura called out with a tinge of coldness.
"Yukimura." The male replied with equal coldness.
"Kun, you know Yukimura?" Ryoma, sensing the tension between the two males, decided that it was time for her to step in and stop the stare down between them. Planting herself between the two guys, she faced Tezuka.
"He is our rival." Tezuka replied impassively, his eyes averting from Yukimura's glare for a fleeting moment to meet Ryoma's, before reverting back to the stare down.
"You know Tezuka?" Yukimura almost hissed at her affectionate way of calling him.
"Of course, Kun grew up with me together. Did you bring my rackets?" Ryoma answered vaguely as she focussed on Tezuka, demanding for her rackets. The eye contact between the two males was no broken as her rackets were passed over to her. Ryoma arched her eyebrows as she stared at the two males that were trying to kill each other with their stares. If she were to comment on them right now, she would have said the two of them were downright childish and immature. Pushing through in between them, she successfully broke their stare down and motioned her fingers towards a car that was parked in front of the school.
"Kun, get in the car."
"Ryo, you get in first. I'm not…"
"Get. In. The. Car." Her golden ords turned darker as her stare pierced through him, causing him to shut his half opened mouth, took one step back, and started making his way to the car, but not before throwing Yukimura a look that said that the fight was not over between them. Yukimura smirked in triumph at the thought that Ryoma had actually taken to his side and dismissed that guy. His triumph did not last long, however, when she turned her eyes full force on him.
"Childish." She retorted at his smug look.
"I'm not childish." He replied, already half affected by the force of her eyes. The eyes that had turned to a shade of yellow that closely resembled honey seemed to have a sort of force that demanded the respect and command of the people around her. His finally understood why Tezuka had, in his opinion quietly lower his tail and moved into the car at her command. He was starting to feel the full force and effect of her eyes, and known only to himself, the he right now would have possibly done anything she commanded willingly without a moment of hesitation.
Unknown to him, Ryoma was also in her own train of thoughts, as she stared into those light purple orbs to seemed to be drawing her inwards, like an endless galaxy and possibly contained more mysteries that she ever know. He was a mystery, she realised, and he was dangerous, for right now she was incapable of any thoughts, having forgotten what she wanted to say a moment ago.
A car horn jerked them out of their staring and both of them involuntarily moved backwards and broke them 'connection'.
Ryoma reeled backwards as she managed a smile. "Well then, see you tomorrow."
Giving her his famous trademark smile, he waved her off, and only after the car she was in was out of sight did he turn to leave. Dangerous, she's definitely turning into the predator if I don't watch out. He sighed in half amusement as he walked towards the tennis courts.
In the car, sitted beside Tezuka, a thought kept on flashing in her mind. That was dangerous, I feel like I'm the prey for a moment.
And at the same moment, at the same time, newfound determination flared in their eyes as they refused to let the other get a better of themselves. I'm not going to lose. Wait and see, my prey.
At the other end of the school, a furious female crouched on the ground, half shrieking and screaming into her cell phone.
"That bitch! Echizen Ryoma, how dare she humilate me like that in front of the school? And getting close to Yukimura senpai! She's looking for death! ……. What?….. What are you saying?"
Her voice suddenly toned down as she listened to what the person at the other end of the line was saying. Her lips turned upwards into a evil, menacing smile as the other finished speaking.
"So… she… Thanks." She flipped off her phone as she grinned to her fellow followers. "Hey girls, I've got some juicy news that you might want to know……"
Tezuka watched as Ryoma was engrossed in her own thoughts, until the familiar sight of his school came into his view.
"Ryo?" Tezuka waved a hand before her eyes, causing him to break her train off thoughts.
"Yes Kun? We're here already?"
"Yes. I will introduce you to the tennis team." Tezuka said as he lead her towards the tennis courts, where she could make out a group of people doing stretching as well as practicing with their rackets. She felt her heart pumping harder as she anticipated the high difficulty of the training she would soon engage in, seeing the amount of corpses there were on the grounds of the tennis courts, knowing full well that Tezuka would not lighten the load using the excuse that she was a girl. If there was anything that she hated, it would be the fact that females were look downed upon in terms of physical strength and given lightened load even without consulting one's abilities.
Everyone turned their eyes towards them as they stepped into the courts. Tezuka impassively dismissed the rest of the tennis team to continue their training, while he motioned to the regulars to gather. When the regulars, mostly of which were the corpses on the ground, finally managed to dragged themselves to gather around her and Tezuka, she was bombarded with the curious looks of all the regulars, in which she did not known even a single one of them except Tezuka.
Tezuka kindly helped her out by introducing them one by one, before finally introducing her to the rest of them.
"This is my youngest cousin, Echizen Ryoma."
I DO NOT OWN PRINCE OF TENNIS, even if I would very much like to.
Credits to DBSK for using their song title as my story title, as well as my sister and friends who have been bugging me to write.
Credits to my brain which came up with this story, and must I credit my hands for typing this too?
All comments are welcome.
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