Disclaimer- I don't own PoT...

When he got the job, he was pretty damn happy for some weird reason. He knew he shouldn't be that happy, since all he was doing was sitting in an adult-version of a baby's high-chair and shouting out names and numbers. Tennis was cool. So he supposed he would have fun yelling out said things in said high-chair at tired players.

Sure, he wouldn't be some famous guy with girls chasing after him, but being ref was something, he assured himself. Something good would come out of this for sure.

The qualified referee thought he was in for exciting, unexpected twists and turns in his life as a tennis referee. Nothing too shocking, just normal tennis matches like on TV. So... not exactly crazy twists turns, just some shocking and exhilarating stuff here and there.

He didn't expect to be assigned to middle schoolers. Goddamn middle schoolers. Granted, there were other people who refereed the middle schoolers, and they were oddly satisfied with it, saying that "They're a bunch of crazy kids, man. Don't underestimate the kids." Yeah, no. Screw normal tennis, he'd be surprised if they were able to hit the ball back and forth without tripping, faulting or getting it out.

His theory was supported by his nieces and nephews, who couldn't play tennis to save the lives. Granted, he shouldn't expect that from qualified Regulars even if they were teenagers, but still.

God knows he didn't expect to hear and see three freshman who were magical bumblebees with serious skill to dominate the courts. Bumblebees, he had thought. Freaking bumblebees. With three freshmen on their team.

Of course, he heard it from a fellow ref who babbled all about it one day in the meeting room. "B-Black and yellow uniforms- Rikkaidai- Skill- BOSS." That was what he heard. According to another fellow ref, he had meant to say, "Kids wearing black and yellow uniforms from Rikkaidai with skill. They are so freaking boss. I think. That or 'Kids wearing black and yellow uniforms from Rikkaidai with no skill. Totally not boss."

Our referee had stared blankly at the two of them and walked out of the room silently.

He didn't believe the guy, so his first thought was "God, they must suck." He believed the second statement, of course.

And then he heard of two other teams from Tokyo and one from Chiba that they had freshmen Regulars too. The poor referee was getting pissed. Very, very pissed, as his thinking was straight and blunt- "What. The. Hell."

Damn it, he'd be lucky if they could hit the damn ball. He knew not to underestimate the kids, as the other referees had warned him.

Don't underestimate them. Yeah. Easier said than done. Let's expect them to bust out fancy moves that shouldn't be possible.

The referee scoffed as he was thinking these things, rolling a tennis ball around in his hands above his head that night as he lay in his bed, mulling the non-exciting things to come.

Something good will come out of this, he told himself desperately. It will.

Yes, he knew little brats wouldn't be that good.

He restrained a bored sigh as he watched the match before him between two schools with no freshmen regulars. But still being spectacularly boring. He restrained yet another yawn.

"Double fault! 15-0!"

He couldn't remember how many times they had hit the goddamn net. He pitied the net. But he pitied the tennis ball more as it was hit roughly by the racket again- and slammed fiercely into the gate as the serve's recipient squealed in fright.

The poor referee almost slapped his hand to his forehead as the courts were silent after the poor boy's terrified and un-manly squeal.

"Tch, either of these is the school Ore-sama's magnificent Hyotei will be crushing to tomorrow? It'll be a breeze. But... Not saying it would've been hard for Ore-sama to crush them either way, ahn?"

Oh dear god, it was an arrogant rich kid. Who was a captain. And a freshman. A rich, arrogant freshman captain. Who played tennis.

The game itself wouldn't be interesting, but who said he couldn't enjoy the show of this guy's pompous ass being shoved around by someone older than him?

The referee's day brightened. But not much.

Oh my god. Why did I write this. Why the heck did I write this? *shot* WARNING- UPDATES WILL BE VERY RANDOM

This is like a prologue, but not really a prologue. It was supposed to be one one-shot, but then I got lazy and decided to make it an ongoing thing.

My second fic on the PoT fandom... And it's probably worse than my first. I HAVE SHAMED THE PRINCE OF TENNIS FANDOM... DAMN IT.

Pink is the New Black, Fukubuchou! was my first. And... I ACTUALLY GOT REVIEWS :D I'm not advertising my fic. Nope.

I have a question- Should I actually do the first two years? Like, the years when Ryoma isn't there, or should I skip right to when Ryoma comes? And should I put hints of pairings? It's from a referee's perspective, but still...

So. Suggestions. PM me or review... If there's anyone reading this T_T

So... Thx for reading.