Herro! I'm kinda new to this, so please give me reviews! I also don't have an idea for a solid plot yet, so suggestions are appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. All material goes to their respective owners
It all started one fateful day. The Seigaku regulars were practicing as usual, Tezuka giving people laps and Inui threatening people with scary juices made of who-knows-what. That day became Seigaku history.
When a person, a girl, of all people came onto the courts, and thrashed all the second-stringers.
xXx
"Ne, Yuki-chan! Do you want to come watch the tennis team's practice with us?" Asked Yuki's best friend, Kazami.
Yuki Kirishima shifted in her seat by the window, "No, you know I don't particularly care for tennis."
"But last week was so EXCITING! When that masked girl came and beat all the non-regulars, she was so cool!" Kazami squealed.
"You go, tell me if anything exciting happens," Yuki replied lazily.
"Okay, if you're sure," Kazami said, leaving the classroom and going down to the tennis courts.
As soon as Yuki affirmed that Kazami was gone, she ran out of the classroom and down to the locker rooms. She changed into a black netted sports tank and a black tennis skirt. Yuki brushed her hair up into a high ponytail. She looked solemnly in the mirror as she tied a mask around her face. Like the rest of her outfit, it was black, with the edges shaped like butterfly wings. If you looked closer, you could see glitter sprinkled throughout the mask.
Yuki grabbed her black tennis racket and walked to the tennis courts.
xXx
Yuki could hear whispers fill the court as she walked through the gates. She nodded to Ryuzaki-sensei, who nodded back.
She stared around at the court, trying to decide who she wanted to have a match with.
"Oi! Creepy Butterfly Girl!" A tall 2nd-year with violet eyes waved his racket at her.
"Tsk, Momo, don't be rude," A 3rd-year with soft olive green eyes reprimanded.
"Gomen, Oishi-senpai," Momo said, scratching his head.
"Yes?" Yuki replied in a cool voice.
"Are you the one that Arai came crying to us about?" Momo asked her.
"If by that you mean, did I defeat all the second-stringers last week, then yes, that was me." Yuki replied.
"Whoa, I thought Arai just made that up. How good do you think you are?" he asked.
Yuki smiled at that, a cold, haughty smirk, "I'd say I'm good enough to defeat all of you."
A freshman wearing a white Fila cap came up to them, "Hn? Someone here thinks she's better than us?"
A certain tensai opened his eyes and walked over, "Oh really?"
Sumire Ryuzaki sighed and walked over to intervene the situation, "REGULARS GATHER AROUND!" she shouted.
The remaining regulars, Tezuka, Eiji, Kaidoh, Kawamura, and Inui came over.
"Regulars, it's time I introduced this person, she is joining our regulars and we have already cleared for her to compete in tournaments."
Yuki sighed; at least she didn't have to explain everything now.
"How good is she, nya?" Eiji asked.
Sumire smirked, "You should ask her yourself," she said, turning to Yuki.
"Lazy old hag," she muttered, "I'm the Black Butterfly of Street Tennis."
Fuji's eyes snapped open; Inui's glasses flashed as his pencil froze against his notebook, the rest of the regulars stared, all except Ryoma.
"Black Butterfly?" Ryoma asked bluntly.
Inui answered, "She's a legendary street tennis player, I heard she beat all the major street tennis names when she was only nine. She disappeared after a year and a half of her street tennis reign and nobody knows what happened to her. Now we do."
"Damn right I did," I muttered.
"Hey, aren't you going to tell them you're real name?" Ryuzaki-sensei asked.
"Yadda, then they will start bothering me in school and all my friends will start going into crazy-fangirl mode." Yuki replied, turning her head.
"Wait, she goes to Seigaku?!" Momo shouted.
"No, I suppose I teleported here from Rikkaidai to go to this club," She said sarcastically.
"Hey! It's a logical question!" Momo argued.
"Urusai! Idiot Peach," Kaidoh said.
"You wanna go, Mamushi?!" Momo shouted.
Yuki walked in between the two and pushed them apart, "Shut up, both of you."
Momo and Kaidoh were both stunned by the amount of power this freshman had, at least, they assumed she was a freshman; she was about as tall as Ryoma.
Ryuzaki-sensei said, "She is going to play in the ranking matches."
Yuki assumed she was dismissed and walked over to stretch. She rested her racket on the bench. She went down into her right splits, then, she moved into her left and middle split. The regulars watched her with interest, Inui was writing down data in his notebook.
She had practiced against the wall all afternoon, not really wanting to show the regulars her special moves before the ranking tournament.
xXx
After Yuki had showered and changed back into her uniform, she skipped out to the gate and waited patiently. After a while, Tezuka came out from the locker rooms and came towards her.
"Ne, Mitsu-nii, why are your tennis practices so long?" she asked.
Tezuka sighed; his cousin had never shown anything but boredom when it came to tennis. She had run off to do other things during all his junior tournaments and lessons.
"Well, Yuki-chan, Yudan Sezu Ni Ikou," he said stoically.
"You always say that," Yuki pouted. She wondered if she would ever tell her cousin her deepest secret.