Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. So, don't sue me. I won't pay…
AN/ This is basically a fic that started with my friends, as you will be able to tell. It has several oc's, and they are all girls. In fact they may be mary-sue-ish.
You no like, then you no read. I am American, and we believe in the freedom of speech. If you decide to exercise your right by flaming, then please note that you are not in any way forced or obligated to read this.
There, now that it's out of the way, let the story begin :)
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The Fudomine-Seigaku match was about to start. No one should have cared, Fudomine was not supposed to be that good. They also weren't supposed to have gotten as far is they did. It was a surprise that a lot of spectators showed up, especially a group of four that were watching from the shade of a tree. These four watched in silence as doubles two was won by Fudomine. In fact, they didn't say anything until Ryoma got hurt.
"They are good," one of them said, as they brushed a long braid over their shoulder.
"Yes," the tallest replied. "This was a good idea." The shortest merely hummed.
"Did you get any good info?" the first two answered positively.
"Lots of it," the tallest commented before they all fell silent again.
Across the court, Tezuka Kunimitsu shivered slightly. Something was going to happen soon, and he had a feeling that he knew what it was.
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Momoshiro and Kamio both sighed in relief as the two Hyoutei members walked off the court, their thoughts mirrored by almost everyone else at the street court. They had played against Atobe Keigo, the captain of Hyoutei, and Kabaji, and had managed to win a point. Their relief was short lived, however when they heard a voice.
"That's it?" They al turned to see two girls standing with tennis bags. "After all this hype about how great Hyoutei is, they give up in a one point match?" The speaker was an American girl, about 5'6", with shoulder length red-brown hair, a black and pink tank top, and baggy black pants. Her friend was Asian, about 5'2" with a white tank top and navy blue tennis skirt. The Asian laughed as she brushed back her chin length hair.
"Pathetic," the American continued. "And you call yourselves men." Atobe's eyes narrowed as he looked at them.
"Who are you?" he asked calmly.
"Rachel." The Asian girl grinned as she pointed to herself. She then pointed to the American. "Kathy." Atobe's eyes narrowed further.
"What do you want?"
"Simple. A match," Kathy began.
"Best 2 out of 3," Rachel continued. Atobe began to chuckle.
"And what makes you think that I would waste my time playing a pair of girls?"
"Oh, that's easy." The American began her eyes humorous. "We are wasting our time playing you."
"Very well," Atobe stated coldly, infuriated with the implications. The Asian girl began to smirk.
"Good."
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The three 7th graders glanced at each other as Ryoma and Shinji kept glaring and arguing over a stupid pack of grip tape. This had been going on for the past several minutes, and they were starting to get desperate.
When the door opened, they looked up in hope that Momo was back, only to see two girls walk in. They were identical with their blond hair, blue eyes, and matching tennis bags. The only differences between the two were their height, hail length, and clothes. The slightly taller one had her hair in a long braid, and was wearing a navy blue skirt and white collared shirt. The shorter one had almost shoulder length hair and a baby blue skirt with a white tank top.
The three 7th graders stared as the girls walked past them to the counter, seemingly ignoring the two arguing boys. The clerk smiled at the two.
"You're here to pick up your order?" he asked.
"Yes." The tallest responded.
"They are black right?" the shorter asked happily. The two arguing boys paused.
"Yes," the clerk nodded. "4 rolls of our special grip tape!" The boys stared at the girls as they paid for their order. "Thank you for coming!" the clerk said as they were turning to leave.
"Bye!" the shorter one called as the taller inclined her head. All five boys continued to stare at them as they left until Ryoma and Shinji looked at each other again.
"Let go."
"No."
"I said let go."
"I said no, so no."
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Atobe Keigo considered himself a patient man. Even so, his patience was at its limit. He and Kabaji had played one game against the two girls. He had even the Asian serve first, and he had still won 40-love in only a few minutes. Now it was Kabaji's turn to serve, and feeling that he didn't need to help, he sat down.
"Finish it Kabaji." He smirked
"Usu." Those two insolent girls would pay for what they said. Closing his eyes, he began to relax. This game was won.
"Love-15." Atobe's eyes snapped open. They had gotten a point.
"Love-30." Something was wrong. Those girls weren't that good, so perhaps it was just a bad serve.
"15-30." Yes, that was it, it was just a fluke. Kabaji would win for sure, Atobe thought to himself.
"15-40." Now Atobe began to wonder. Was Kabaji mimicking bad moves? Certainly he would not do that, would he?
"One game all." This got his attention. How had that happened? They won a game. His eyes narrowed as he observed the girls.
"Finish it." The Asian stated. "I'm bored." She sat down as well. The American laughed.
"Good. So am I." she stated as she began to grin.
Anyone who watched what happened next would only be able to describe it as a slaughter. The American hit four consecutive scud serves. Each one was an ace. Kabaji couldn't even move.
"2 games to 1." The Asian said smugly. "Looks like Kat owes us." The American just laughed. Turning towards their opponents, Rachel smirked. "Never underestimate us."
No one spoke a word as they left, not believing what they had just witnessed. It wasn't until that night that Atobe realized that all he knew were their first names and that for some reason the Asian looked slightly familiar.
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An/ I hope that you liked it. I hope that by posting it, I will be forced to actually work on it….. Tell me what you think, I appreciate reviews!
-PyroGirl