KK, this is my first Fan Fic in a while but I want to do it right. I'm gonna shoot for short updates but an update every day if I can. The premise centers around an alternative reality of sorts in which during the same year that Ryoma Echizen plays for Seishun Gakuen, a first year prospect of the same sorts also joins the Hyotei Gakuen team. He is the main character of this story, not Ryoma. While I'm here I am gonna ask something of the people reading this. If you have a few character ideas to pitch at me then E-mail me and I'll send you the template for you to fill out. If I like your character he/she may very well end up in the story. Email Now, without further delay, I give you: The Prince of Tennis: Tale of Two Princes.
1: SEFAN KATO
DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG!
The bell sounding the end of the day at Hyotei Gakuen rang out over the campus, filling the students with the familiar relief that comes with the end of the day. Most of the students poured out of the school heading for their homes or whatever hide away the different clicks had decided was cool enough for them to hang around this week. Eventually all that could be heard on the Hyotei campus was the sound of racket meeting ball as the first practice of the Hyotei tennis Club of the new term began….or more accurately, was waiting to begin.
All 212 hopefuls gathered in and around the center courts, all of them watching one rally between established members. "There he is.." and "Can you believe those two?" were only a couple of the hushed whispers that could be heard as the rally continued, back and forth back and forth until finally one of the players, a lean player with devilish good looks and dark grey hair, nailed a vicious backhand that forced the other player, a slightly taller guy with blue hair and glasses, to chip the ball high up into the air. The grey-haired played quickly got under the ball and angled back in order to catch the ball in the perfect SMASH that hit the court and shot past the blue-haired player. "Stunning as always Atobe" the blue-haired player said as he shook his head and shuffled off of the court to the bench. The one known as Atobe shrugged and said "It's nothing really Oshitari, trust me you've yet to see anything."
It was at this moment that the sea of new members to the Hyotei Tennis Club was temporarily parted by an older man wearing a grey suite. He walked out into the center of the court and instantly both Atobe and Oshitari quickly snapped to attention before saying "Welcome Coach Sakaki." As if the whole thing was planned, a second later every single kid standing around the court mimicked the two established players in one large "WELCOME COACH SAKAKI!" Sakaki gave no sign that he had heard them, opting instead to wave his hand to demand silence from the crowd. As if suddenly bound and gagged, the crowd was instantly silent.
"There are 212 of you here; in reality I only need 8 of you. That means that 204 of you will not represent your school at the District Tournament in the coming month." Sakaki paused for a second; enjoying the effect this was having on everyone gathered around the court. "The way we choose the 8 is simple; every person here will be involved in a Club wide tournament in which the players who perform the best will be awarded the Regular Spots. So here's what I need of all of you. Before you leave I need you to make sure that you sign your name on one of the sign up sheets. From there, you will randomly be thrown into a bracket. This will be a double elimination tournament, one loss will not disqualify you, but it will make your chances a lot less. The matches will start the day after tomorrow. So now, share the courts and get in some rallying. Practice has begun."
With those words the first official practice for the Hyotei Tennis Club began as players found and friend, a couple of tennis balls, and waited in line to play a couple of points on one of Hyotei's 20 courts. Everyone wanted to show what they could do, everyone except for one lone figure who waded through the crowd to get to the signup sheet hanging on the back fence of center court. He was a 1st year with snow white hair and light blue eyes. He held a white bag on his back with a couple of rackets in it and a water bottle in the pouch on the side. The figure grabbed the clipboard and used the pen to write his name neatly in the first spot. Sefan Kato.
Sefan put the clipboard back in it's place and then preceded to make his way out of center court, deciding that he himself did not need a chance to show what he was all about before the tournament began.