Coach left after announcing that their team had been asked to compete in Japan at the Gymnastics Invitational. After accepting the invite, coach called a friend from her days at University. Sumire Ryuzaki and Jasmine Roland had been very good friends. Luckily, through out the years they had kept in touch. With her friends' help Jasmine could turn this trip into something her team could remember for a lifetime. Jasmine thought of Sumire's stories of the tennis club she coached. According to Sumire, Jasmine need not worry about her girls during their time in Japan. When the boys' schedules permitted they would gladly serve as escorts and translators. Jasmine looked at the team photograph Sumire had sent her. They were all good looking boys. Knowing her girls lived and breathed gymnastics; it would be awkward for them. She knew they didn't have time for all the socializing. This would be different now as their school year ended a week before their arrival date in Japan. There would be no schoolwork. Jasmine sighed; this could prove to be interesting.
The co-captains, Jessica and Ashley were seniors; they had been best friends since middle school. Jessica automatically fell into position as 'leader'; she had the confidence and outgoing personality that people were drawn to. She wasn't beautiful by any stretch, but there was something that made people do double takes when she passed by. She was cute, just cute. She stood 5'3", had shoulder length light brown hair with a few sun bleached blond streaks. Her eyes were green, very green if she became agitated or emotional. Her nose was small and 'cute', her lips perfectly shaped. Jessica would call herself ordinary. Ashley was the beautiful one. Blond hair half way down her back, blue eyes that sparkled with humor, only standing 5'1" she was the perfect "porcelain doll". Ashley wasn't a mirror looker though. She liked to laugh and have fun; she couldn't stand the primping and polishing to impress people.
"Wow!" exclaimed Regina (a junior who paid more attention to boys than anything else) "they are all gorgeous!" The 3 sophomores nodded, their jaws agape. Ashley took the photo and scrutinized it. She pointed at someone, "he is quite perfect isn't he?" Jessica cocked a brow and looked over her friend's shoulder. Ashley flipped the photo over and read aloud "Mo-mo-shir-o Tak-ashi. I wonder if it's Mr. Mo-mo-shir-o or Mr. Tak-ashi?" She frowned; this might be harder than she thought. "Not that it matters what his name is when he looks like that!" she stated firmly, "I wonder if he'll be my escort" she mused. The one and only freshman, Mindy snorted and spoke up "as if I would want any of them!" Mindy didn't have time for boys or close friends for that matter. All she cared about was making top grades and going to the Olympics. She called herself, focused. Ashley said she had tunnel vision. Mindy was a compact powerhouse. Her well-toned muscles told no lies about her physical condition. Girls outside of the team snickered at her behind her back because of her flat chest. Mindy's breasts had once been described as "B.B.'s under wallpaper". She had been mortified then. A boy decided to give this description at the height of lunchtime in the over crowded cafeteria.
"This is so cool" Ashley continued, "I didn't know what to think when coach announced that these boys would be escorting us." "It may prove useful when we want to go sightseeing or shopping" Jessica chimed in "at least we won't have to worry about getting lost or having to figure out how many dollars make a yen." Ashley rolled her eyes, "Jess, you are soooo practical sometimes." "One of us should be, eh?" she asked grinning.
The tallest girl at 5'5" spoke up softly. "They are all sort of…uhh…pretty, don't you think?" "What do you mean Rachael?" another junior asked. "Well, usually the pretty ones…are…err…how should I say…you know…boys who like boys." Jessica stared her down "geez Rachael, talk about stereotyping! Besides, they are escorts and translators. I doubt they signed up as boy toys." Rachael blushed. "Well you never know" she cleared her throat, "stranger things have happened." Jessica laughed and picking up her gym bag, started walking away. Glancing back over her shoulder (her eyes now green as emeralds) "Maybe" she said, "they are boys, who like boys, that like girls, who like boys." Ashley blinked wide-eyed at her friend, then burst out into laughter as she followed her.
NOTE: I don't own anything related to PoT
This is my first fan fiction. Although I love the pairings of all the boys, I thought ….let's see how they would interact with girls. The rating is for following chapters, please do not read this if graphic sexual contact offends you.