Okay... so this is my first fanfic and... please take it easy on me. Oh yeah and I dunno if anyone's being OOC so if there is , please inform me and I'll try to fix it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis whatsoever.

"So, basically you think your some hotshot who can easily defeat me?" The girl clad in a black hoodie and sport shorts snorted, then followed by the strangest and most degrading laughter one has ever heard. She was amused with the boy so to say. "Well you wanna know what I think of you?"

She raised her finger pointedly to the young lad and simply grinned, "I think you're just some wannabe who just started playing the game."

The young man gritted his teeth in anger. How could she? Truthfully speaking he did start playing last year, but he knew he had skill and was able to hone it that short span of time. He'll show her.

"Cant say I didn't warn yah." The ball bounced as it hit the ground and all that could be heard was its movements as it was sent flying to the other court.

The lad then, as early as now, used his secret weapon for anger clouded his judgement and he wanted nothing, but to show this girl that she was nothing, but a dot compared to him. He put back his right leg and heightened his stance. And in swift movement he returned it with his famous 'speed strike' that due to the speed of the ball it remains unseen until it hits a solid form.

And so the ball went, somewhere near the speed of 100kph and grazed the maiden's cheek as it passed her. For a moment she stood agape, but the next moment she was smirking and giggling, no one knowing the reason. She took a ball from her shorts as she shifted her racket to the left from the right. "No one messes with the face." She smiled sadistically, loving how she now has a reason to deem total annihilation.

And without a moment to lose the match ended. She strolled to the other court and stood in front of her defeated opponent.

"What? Are you gonna rub it in." To his surprise she held out her hand, and he took it.

She stared at him and focused her eyes on his. "You shouldn't be ashamed of losing. Because each lose is a step to victory."

"Listen girly, winning is everything so this lose becoming a step to victory is useless, but it was dully noted." He then walked away and waved goodbye.

"Learn from your mistake, you loser and maybe one day you'll be worthy enough to play me." Feeling insulted he turned around to be greeted with nothing... who was she?

FIVE YEARS LATER

"Wah, onii-chan I miss you so much!" The pink-haired girl dressed in a black polo and brown shorts clung to the Brown haired monkey king as if there was no tomorrow.

"You shall let go of Ore-sama right this instance."

"But Kei-nii! I miss my egotistical, arrogant and annoying older brother who I suddenly dont miss anymore." She swiftly pulled her arms away and blankly stared at her luggage. "..."

"Oi, what is wrong with you." He poked his sister, but to no avail did he receive a response until his leg was pulled.

"I wanna go back! I wanna go back! I wanna go back! I wanna go baaaack!"

"Oi, you brat, get off of Ore-sama."

"I know, I'll just get a plane back to America... yeah, that's right." Quickly she regained composure and went for the staff. Immediately Atobe grabbed her arm and dragged her towards their limo. "Oi, if you think you're going to leave just right after you got back, you've got another thing coming."

"So how was your stay in America?"

"Meh. The tennis players were decent, but not really up to my calibre." True enough she never met a foe worthy enough to be called a rival, but nonetheless she was still able to dominate the street tennis courts.

"That's only because you didn't participate in tournaments." He simply stated.

"What's the difference, oh hey, but I've been watching some of the junior tournaments thingy and this Japanese kid really stood out. Etsizen? Ehisen? Echisen?... I think his name was Echizen! Yeah, yeah, that's the name! But before I could even get the chance to challenge him he went away." Keigo raised a brow questioningly. Could she be talking about the same Echizen he could think of.

"Do you mean Echizen Ryoma?" Ruiko stared at him blankly as if waiting for him to continue what he was going to say. "Echizen Ryoma, a first year in Seishun Gakuen, Ore-sama has seen him before in the street tennis courts. He was short."

"Yeah! That's him! As long as this Echizen is short then that's him!" The older Atobe sweatdropped, has this been always the logic of his sister? Still he wonders how she's able to maintain her grades.

"But Kei-nii, I've been itching for a match all morning! And when I itch for it, I don't want just any match! I want to have an opponent who's strong!" She whined, slightly implying that when they get home, he should play her.

"Too bad, that itch is going to wait; you will accompany Ore-sama to Hyoutei Gakuen after you leave your bags."

"... mou..." And so our heroine was successfully dragged back to their mansion.

"Sebby!" The young girl raced to tackle her favorite butler, that is until the monkey king grabbed her collar. "Oi, we're heading to school brat so no time for killing Ore-sama's butlers."

She stared at him, pouting. "And since when was Sebby yours?"

"Ever since you left."

"NO! Sebby, come back to the light! You cannot go to the dark side come back to the light! Please!" She screamed and stretched her arms to the said butler while Atobe carried her like a sack of potatoes back to the vehicle.

"I hate you." She muttered, staring outside the window, minding every single kid that stared at her, or her vehicle.

"Ore-sama loves you too. Lil' sis, now take off your scowl, we're here."

"ATOBE-SAMA!" and so there were hoards of girls on the side clearing a passageway for their precious 'Atobe-sama' The younger Atobe observed the crowds in amazement then tugged on her brother's jersey.

"I can't believe it Kei-nii."-Keigo smirked, Of course he had this many fans, he was the king afterall- "I just got here and I already have this many fans. Is it just me or am I just THAT awesome."

And then she got a well-deserved whack in the head. "Oi, oi, what did you do that for."

"They're Ore-sama's fans!" He scowled... then he smiled... then he flipped his hair.

"Cheh, you can have them... SINCE THEY'RE YOUR FANS, WE WOULDN'T WANT THEM KNOWING THAT YOU'RE GAY." She said the last part as if she was holding a megaphone.

And for a moment the world stood still...

And then the next scene was an angry Atobe pulling another Atobe by her collar. "Oi, don't go around shouting lies."

"Buuuuut Kei-niiiiiiii~ Did you see the look on their faces~ It was just . . . Soooooo funnnny!"

They both got out and walked to the tennis courts. "You have any spare rackets?" And so a racket was thrown to her, she recognized it as one of hers. She grinned, after all this time... he still kept it. "Thanks."

"Behave, while Ore-sama goes to the principal's office to sort out your transfer. And when Ore-sama says behave, Ore-sama means sit still and dont cause any trouble."

"Hai, hai. If you need me, I'll be by the courts." She walked and followed the sound of a ball clashing harshly to something hard.

"Hey, do any of you losers wanna play some rounds?" Inner Atobe on. "Hime-sama is bored and maybe you guys will give Hime-sama a good warm up."

(^3^)

"...what happened here?" Atobe stared at the corpses sprawled on the ground and knew immediately who... or what caused this mess. He looked to each of the courts until his gaze fell upon a young girl helping one of his regulars back to his feet. And he certainly recognized that uniquely odd pink hair.

"So maybe you have improved..." Shishido sheepishly grinned.

"Just admit it Ryouchi, Hime-sama is better than you."

"Man, I hate it when you start refering to yourself as 'Hime-sama'"

"Hime-sama is Hime-same and Hime-sama will not leave until one admits defeat." She held her chin high. This was Atobe Ruiko and every time she starts to play tennis or do anything that involves it, she refers to herself as Hime-sama and turns all arrogant and she calls this her inner Atobe.

"RUIKO!"

Inner Atobe Off. "And there's my cue. Bye Ryouchi."

She ran towards her brother only be greeted by a fuming Keigo and an amused coach Sakaki. "Nice weather isn't it?" She fumbled with her fingers, staring at the sky. Crap, she was in one of the awkward scenarios with her brother. Man, she hates it when she feels as though she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar... "It's not what you think."

"What did you do to the tennis club?!"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see how good they could play. Oh, but hey, look at the bright side, your regulars are decent enough to entertain me, but it will only be until that... I've heard there was this school... Rikkai." And there again she mumbled herself to a place only she knows.

"Ruiko! Snap out of it." She snapped out of her daze and stared directly to the said coach. "Well you look... serious. What's up, old man?"

A vein popped on his forehead, but it was ignored. "Atobe Ruiko, welcome to Hyoutei."

"Whatevs. The tennis club isn't much of a challenge... I'll just go somewhere. Please excuse me."

"Oi, where do you think you're going."

Inner Atobe on. "Hime-sama is off to dominate the streets of tennis."