Chapter 1
Ryoma looked at the monstrosity before her, "You have got to be kidding me." She said quietly to her mother who stood by behind her, "No dear it's true this is your school uniform. Isn't it cute?" Ryoma begged to differ the thing was ugly, pink and green? What kind of cracked up nut job chooses that for some stupid school uniforms? She made a mental note to make sure Karupin 'accidently' rips it to shreds or father/ Ryouga would 'happen' to spill permanent juice on it so it wouldn't have to come off either way she wasn't wearing they thing they called 'school uniform'.
She eyed her brothers' old uniform she wanted to wear that. It looked more comfortable plus the thing had pants! Couldn't go wrong with pants right? Pushily like any nosy mother, Ryoma was forced to put on the damn thing she looked at herself in the mirror deeming that she looked retarded in the stupid monkey suit for girls. It was like the people designing this were purposely trying to make whoever peered upon the damn thing hurl. The colors lacked sense on top of that it was a sailor uniform. This isn't the Showa manga period you know! "Ahh…Ryoma you look so cute!" her mother gushed as Ryoma tried to pull down the riding skirt how the hell did girls stand to wear the stupid thing? Ryoma only preferred wearing shorts this short! Like a busybody her mother suddenly began to play with Ryomas long hair it was up to her waist.
It was also the only thing that she treasured as a girl after all the guy side was much more interesting. "Oh! Kokuburi chan~ (A/N kokuburi is the equivalent to 'dwarf' or something like that) don't you look cute!" She turned to see her annoying and very useless brother sizing her up, "For the last time brainless I'm not a freakin Kokuburi." Her mother twisted her hair tightly bringing tears to her eyes as her mother fastened one fo those girly barrettes in her hair. "But your just so small…Kokuburi-chan." She rounded on her brainless brother and fired back, she was okay with being called anything but short was not one of those choices, "Oh? If I'm a Kokuburi, then that thing in your pants that proves your worth as a man must be nonsexist-." Before she could say another word her mother slapped her upside the head, bringing more tears to her eyes from the tight design her mother had weaved into her hair, "Ryoma! You're a lady! How many times do I have to tell you to speak properly?"
Like a moron her brother began snickering in the corner of the room, she shot a glare at him that guaranteed retribution and proceeded to shut up as her mother clucked around her fixing her up this way and that. Ryoma couldn't wait to get rid of the damn uniform that graced her frame, because there was no fricking way she would be able to stand the draftiness of not being able to wear pants. She took a look in the mirror at the hair do that her mom gave her another outstanding work by Mrs. Echizen, it was a pretty side ponytail with flower barrettes that almost made the sailor uniform work. Smiling her approval her mother moved away while Ryoma examined herself in the mirror.
Even if the hairstyle was pretty, even so Ryoma still voted a no for this get up, there was no way she was spending this much energy in getting dressed. After all she was going to join a club and she didn't have time to make herself look like this nor did she have the patience or skills with a hand brush and rubber bands. It was decided she would go to school with the guys uniform tomorrow with her hair pinned up as close as possible to her head as usual, plus things were much more convenient this way.
Fuji sat at his seat as usual a smile on his face, he looked out to the tree outside the window as usual half day dreaming, half paying attention to class. Ah it was a beautiful day for relaxing and tennis, he wondered since this was the new semester and tennis season what cute little freshmen would arrive. "Meet our new transfer student Ryoma kun, Ryoma will be staying for half of our classes as a special advanced program." Fuji turned his attention to the class, wondering why everyone was suddenly squealing. He looked straight into yellowish eyes, Fuji examined the boy he was short, from the looks of the jacket definitely a freshmen, his hair was soft and shiny looking a brilliant green tint to it and his features were incredibly feminine.(not that he could talk -.-)
However, the sharpness in those eyes was what drew him most, although most would probably mistake this boy for a cute and adorable to pick on, Fuji knew this one was a bit more on the indifferent side from the way he stood and the way he seemed to ignore the stares. Fuji chuckled to himself; it looked like they had collected another cat-like person. Fuji glanced over to Kikumaru who was emerging from his morning cat nap. "First year, Echizen Ryoma… Yoroshiku." He stated in his low voice. He provided no other information as he looked at the teacher for an assigned seat. Fuji smirked to himself as he spotted the tennis bag the boy had with him. It looks like this year in the tennis club things would get a little more interesting. The boy sat in the seat directly beside him. Fuji smiled at the newcomer, "Fuji, Syuusuke. Yoroshiku." Fuji stated neighborly, slightly surprised that the boy muttered something akin to a yes.
It was the first time someone didn't blush when they looked into his face. Most girls would have already been jell-o in his hands and some of the boys would stutter at his feminine looks. Fuji turned to the teacher, a slight smile that was always on his face a little bigger, this year would be very interesting. Looked like his Onee-chans tarot card readings were correct yet again this year would be very fun.
Ryoma looked at the board tired and a bit grumpy mom didn't cook her Japanese breakfast as requested, Ryouga had thought it would be a good idea to wake her up with a sloppy kiss on the cheek and a stupid sister complex act. Not only that but she had to stay up trying to make that stupid uniform as un repairable as possible to put off wearing it possibly for the rest of her middle school career. If she could help it maybe she could pull the same stunt in high school because more then anything Ryoma hated wearing skirts. They were a pain in the ass and wearing them was like telling guys "LOOK AT ME IM PROBABLY AN EASY CATCH!" She only had to look at her retard father and her low IQ brother to know that, stupid skirt chasers they were the reason she didn't have any girlfriends and their over protectiveness scared off any prospective guys friends.
She went through the morning in a daze, when the bell rang she barely had time to pull out her lunch when she was swamped with classmates and their basic and annoying questions. When they began to get a little to over familiar with the stroking of the hair or placing hands in all the wrong places she fled to the roof, to take a nice afternoon nap, determined to get away. It was a stressful day, and since the next subject would be English she was gonna skip, even if it was her first day in transferring here enough was enough and being treated like a damn huggly snuggly teddy bear was doing nothing to repair her mood.
She looked at the slowly drifting clouds as she rested her head on her tennis bag using it as a makeshift pillow, making out the shapes of the clouds until she fell asleep.