Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of the characters within the manga/anime. I only own my OCs. Please enjoy and criticism is highly encouraged. Man, I sound like such an old person…

~In the United States~

"But, you just got discharged from the hospital!" an older female voice cried while, a girl, nearing age 16, was tugging on a pair of blue skinny jeans. She finished buttoning the jeans and tugged down her white, knit long-sleeved off-the-shoulder shirt that made her milky white skin look even paler. She took a black brush and combed her waist-long black-purple hair. She finished her appearance by slipping on a silver chain necklace, that also had a simple silver ring band looped with it, and a pair of black, shiny 4 ½ inch heels. She stared at the owner of the female voice with her purple eyes. She smiled and her pearly whites gleamed with cleanliness.

"That's exactly why I am going." She replied in a wind-chime voice. She gathered her bags and walked out of the room with an air of complete power. The female sighed in defeat as she watched her patient walk out of her room of 2 years in the John Hopkins Hospital.

"Why don't you take things slow for once, Miyako?" the woman said as she watched the impatient child heading to the international airport. The girl climbed into a yellow taxi and was off.

"Wait for me, Japan." Miyako said with a smile as she looked out the window at the skyscrapers of Baltimore, Maryland for the last time.

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She stretched as she got out of plane seat which was in the first-class section of the plane. She grabbed her black Gucci bag that contained many odds and ends. She exited the plane with grace and walked down the passage that leads to the airport building. She went through the customs with efficiency and proceeded to the conveyer belt that held hundreds of other passengers' larger luggage. She grabbed her own red luggage with a small grunt due to the forgotten heaviness. She finally spotted her blue and black tennis bag and snatched it. She walked to the front of the Tokyo International Airport and saw a plaque that displayed her name in elegant font. She squealed as she saw the familiar figure that was holding the sign. She dropped her expensive bag and let go of her luggage and ran to him without a care.

"Kazu-chan!" she shouted as she got closer to the tall, stoic figure. She jumped despite her heels and wrapped her small arms around his neck and squeezed a bit. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. He may have had a scary expression but only she knew that he was practically born that way and couldn't help it. She could see in his eyes a glimmer of happiness at seeing her.

"Miya." He replied with a small amount of warmth in his voice.

"Hehe, I'm back!" she said. He untangled her from him and grabbed her red luggage and tennis bag then handed her the Gucci bag that she carelessly dropped. She dusted it off and linked arms with him as they exited the airport.

"So, Kazu-chan," he gave a sound of indication as he heaved her luggage into the trunk of the silver car," how is everyone?" He slipped into the backseat with her and the chauffeur started driving.

"They are fine." He replied shortly. She pouted and poked his side with her pointer finger.

"Didn't I say to respond with more than 5 words to me?" she asked with annoyance. He rolled his grayish-blue eyes and looked at the girl.

"Fine, Oni has been demoted to 2nd strings, Irie is still 3rd court, and I am still 1st court." She gave a nod and stared out the window for a bit before returning her stare to Tokugawa Kazuya.

"What court is Oni now in?" she asked.

"He is in fifth at the moment." She used her fingers to count and puffed out her right cheek at the fact that he only had 2 more words than 5.

"Only seven words, Kazu-chan." She pouted.

"You're lucky I actually respond to you at all." He replied with a sigh. She crossed her arms and rested her head on his right shoulder. He noted that her hair smelled like vanilla and honey.

"Meanie. Anyways, how are the coaches?" she closed her eyes and fought the sleepiness.

"Coach Saito is still abnormally tall, Coach Kurobe is still a creeper as you put it, and Coach Nyuudou is still on his mountain of sake." He answers. She opens her eyes and tells the driver to stop the car for a moment. She climbs out of the vehicle and pulls Kazuya from it as well. They are in front of a convenience store that they used to frequently go to when they were in school. She entered and the store clerk was very surprised to see her face and greeted her nonstop. Kazuya also entered and was greeted as well. She hummed as she got a green basket and put various things in it. He followed her and knew she would probably make him pay for all of it. He spotted at the least 5 wrapped rice balls, 6 curry plate, some red bean mochi (rice cake), several buns and sandwiches, two Ramune drinks (look it up if you don't know what it is), and several different kinds of candies. He mentally groaned at remembering how much of a glutton she is despite her petite but curvy frame. She spied some more bentos being brought out and grabbed 7. She walked up to the clerk and gave Kazuya a meaningful look. He sighed as he brought of his wallet and started emptying it. She grabbed the bags and climbed back into the car then begun to eat. She was munching on her last rice ball after eating the other 4, 3 curry plates, and 4 bentos when she saw the gates of her beloved tennis camp again.

Once in the parking lot, she grabbed her purse and convenience store bags and rushed inside. Kazuya sighed as he retrieved her tennis bag and red luggage. She ran down the halls and finally spotted her old room. She dropped her food lightly on the ground and dug through her messy purse. She unearthed her silver key and nuzzled it into the lock then turned it. The door opened with a click then she grabbed her bags and walked in while soaking up memories into her mind. She set all of her bags down and uncovered the furniture from the white spreads. Kazuya walked into her room and dropped her tennis bag carefully down and put her luggage near her closet. She unpacked some of it before exiting with Kazuya with her food. They sat down on a grassy area outside and begun to eat. It was silent for about 5 minutes before Irie Kanata and Oni Jujiro joined them and ate.

"Hey, Irie-kun! That was my bento!" she whined as the brown-haired teen started to eat one.

"Miya, you had 4 already. If you keep eating like this, you'll get fat." Kazuya said while she pouted.

"I can get fat for all I care. As long as I have food, I am a happy girl." The 3 rolled their eyes as they watched her eat another curry plate. They all finished fast because of Miyako's insane eating and threw the away the trash. Jujiro noticed something from the corner of his eye and grabbed a napkin.

"Miya, you have curry on your cheek." He said in his deep voice while wiping it off. She grinned at her teddy bear of a friend.

"Thanks, Juji!" Kanata propped his right arm on her shoulder which was easy due to their similar height.

"Hey, Miya, have you heard?" she shook her head.

"Kazuya always ends a conversation with me! He hasn't really told me anything." She frowned and stuck the tongue at the blue-haired teen. Kanata chuckled as Kazuya rolled his eyes.

"Well, apparently some middle schoolers are arriving here today." She raised a black eyebrow in disbelief.

"Really?" he nodded." Why?" Kanata shrugged and she turned to the others who also did the same action.

"So no one knows why." They nodded." Must be a scheme one of the coaches has." She sighed as they walked to her room. She unzipped her tennis bag and grabbed a pure white racquet. They walked to their secluded court and she motioned Kazuya to follow.

"What do you want now, Miya?" he asked as they got in position.

"I wanna see how much you have improved. How many balls can you rally with?" she asked while grabbing a tennis ball cart.

"10." He responded and smacked himself mentally. Shit, only one word. She glared at him but let him off for once. It would be weird if he responded in full sentence. It was like she was his mother or, worse, a teacher.

"Only 2 more since I have left?" she questioned. He nodded and she sighed." That is such little improvement."

"How many have you gotten to rally with." She smiled.

"Almost 16." She beamed and they widened their eyes.

"Miya, you're not human!" Kanata whined and she just shrugged.

"Alright, Kazu-chan, try to get one ball past me." She hit all ten balls with ease and he returned them as well with the same speed. She smirked and gradually added more and more weight to all 10 balls as they rallied. He started to barely hit them back due to the insane heaviness but kept going. Then they heard a commotion from the lower ranking courts. She grabbed all 10 balls and dropped them in the cart.

"Kazu-chan, wipe all that sweat off. We have to greet the newcomers." She said as Kazuya started to get his breath back.

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What she did not expect to see when she got to the lower ranking courts were hundreds of balls falling from the sky. She grabbed one and so did her three friends but only did it in confusion. They watched many others frantically getting them and most of those were high schoolers. She watched all of the middle schoolers grab many of the balls while the others could barely get one. She also spied one sitting alone away from everyone and so did another middle schooler. All of the high schoolers who didn't have a ball raced to get it but only to see it picked up by a familiar face. She smirked as the identified it.

"Ah, the prince of tennis is here as well?" she murmured low enough for only Kazuya, who was near her, to hear." My lucky day to come back." She smirked a bit. She sighed as she heard Sasabe Junichi start barking at all the middle schoolers. She sat herself on the rail that was connected to the ground and watched the famous Echizen Ryoma challenge many high schoolers. She scoffed when Matsudaira Chikao said he could beat the prince. The four watched the high schoolers getting their butts kicked by the lower classman with disgust.

"Are they really the same age as us?" Kanata muttered with annoyance.

"Not same age as me!" Miyako said happily. She swiveled herself so that her back was showing the courts and rest one of her legs on the rail and bending it. She looked over her shoulder and rested her head on her knee.

"You are going to fall." Kazuya warned.

"Catch me if it happens." Miyako retaliated as she watched Sasabe Junichi begging for another racquet due to his being broken. She got off the rail and watched Jujiro bark at his "brother". She heard the red-head first year shouting at no one with despair.

"Sorry, but having personal matches are essentially prohibited here." Kanata informed them all. They snapped their heads toward the four with interest.

"Here in the U-17 camp, everyone is separated by their strength. The courts range from 1-16. The lower number court, the better players are placed in there." Miyako explained and got some whistles from the crowd. She rolled her eyes crossed her arms.

"There are shuffle matches and, if you win, you demote the opponent and get into a higher court yourself." Kanata said.

"Guys, introduce yourselves." Miyako said.

"I am Oni Jujiro from 5th court." He said while rubbing his chin.

"I am Irie Kanata from 3rd court." Kanata winked while saying this. A middle schooler clutched Kazuya's arm and asked who he was and if he could have a match with him. Ah and here comes his funeral is what Kanata and Miyako think.

"You want to go home that badly?" Kazuya says menacingly. Miyako giggles at the young boy's ignorance and watches him freeze up." Come, Miya, let's practice."

"Who are you to order me, Kazu-chan." She sticks out her tongue, playfully, and jabs her thumb at the dark-haired teen." That's Tokugawa Kazuya, 1st court, and I am Miyako Terumi. I do not have a court officially but, if you want to know how powerful I am, I guess you could say I am Court 0." She smirks while going after the three.

"Hey, Juji, give me a piggy back ride!" she shouts and lunges at his back. He wraps his arms under her soft legs and carries her to their courts.

"Court 0?" Kanata asks with amusement. She shrugs while giving him her racquet to hold.

"What else can I say? I don't wanna be put in the same court as wimpy Kazu-chan." She muttered while resting her head on Jujiro's red one. Kanata chuckles again as Kazuya glares at her.

"You could say that you are the most powerful in the camp." Kazuya suggests.

"I could've, but what fun would that have been?"

Maegie note: Well, this was a short chapter but it wouldn't have been as good as an ending. So, some characters maybe OOC because I haven't fully grasped them yet. I hope to improve on Prince of Tennis and, yes, criticism is much wanted. Please point out all flaws and I will correct them. Thanks for reading!