This Mary Sue's Pretty Scary Too

By Tantou Rei

As you can probably tell, I had a few hours to kill last night. review or flame or don't. This isn't serious anyway.

Disclaimer: I own no one in Prince of Tennis...But Tsukino is mine

Chapter 1: A New Extent of Boredom

There once was a very bored fanfiction writer. She was running out of ideas (well good ones anyway) for all her stories. There was just nothing coming into her empty little head as she stared blankly at the computer screen. Finally, she had had enough.

"Oh screw you!" she punched her laptop indignantly (but then realized that it was her only laptop so began apologizing profusely.) "Man if I could meet the characters in person. That'd be so cool, I'll probbly be able to write for weeks."

Then she looked sadly at the pathetic half-written chapter of the story about her newst obsession (Prince of Tennis). Too bad the fabric of reality was separating her from her inspiration.

It was then that whoever it was that heaven assigned to weave the fabric of reality flt sorry for the poor girl. She had seen what fans would do for what they want, and mutilating literature on the computer was definitely not the worst thing in the world. In an attempt to help a still semi-sane fangirl keep her literacy, the weaver let a small hole slip into her work. It was through this that she reached out to the child and pulled.

The bewildered writer suddenly found herself surrounded by nothing but white.until a strange woman in a purple robe appeared out of nowhere.

"Welcome my child, to the beyond." She smiled

"Wait, beyond?" The idiot was now hopelessly confused. "Beyond what? And who are you?"

"My name is Taira, I am the weaver of reality." She gestured to the whiteness, "And this is what lies beyond reality."

"So, there's nothing beyond reality."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Okay, so why am I here?"

"Well, I heard you complaining and decided to help."

"Help? You can drop me off into an anime?" The weaver's eyes widened slightly. People from that particular universe were boring, and definitely can't make their eyes grow that big. "SUGEEEEEE!! MAJI MAJI? HONTOU NI? GAAAAAAH SUTEKI!!"

"..."

"..." the girl was still running around, her delirious joy had yet to deplete.

"But there are rules." Taira warned after the unnatural happiness had worn off. "I must make you...a Mary Sue."

"GASP!" once again she was treated to the sight of impossibly large eyes and half the girl's jaw laying on the ground. However, this time, she could not blame her companion. To have to be a Mary Sue! Oh the horror! One toe out of line and she would be killed by all the flames that were likely to come her way. Any self respecting writer would be mortified.

"Do you still want to proceed?" Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and nodded. After all, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. "Good girl. Now I will send you to the anime of your choice. You only get one so choose carefully."

It was no competition. "Prince of Tennis."

Smiling the weaver waved her hand once and disappeared.

"Alright now." her disembodied voice came from everywhere around the young writer. "You're the writer so you'll have to set up an identity in this world. So name?"

"Tsukino Rei."

"Age? Height? Weight? You're still a girl by the way, we can't change that."

"Damn, it would have been fun being a guy, but 14 turning 15 on the 26 of December, 160cm, and sixty kilos exactly."

"Pretty light for a 14-year-old don't you think? Pretty short too. School and grade?"

"I'll be fine. I'm a freshman at Yukimatsuri High (where all the Hyoutei regulars ended up)."

"History?"

"Born a street rat, I survived on my own until age ten when I was picked up by a nice old man who offered me dango. Turns out he was the owner of a small company an wished to train me as a back-up in case his greedy jerk of a son messed up. I've had some run-ins with Akutsu Jin but we've managed to co-exist without killing one another. I played Momoshiro Takeshi once when I was 12 and lost. I was a pre-regular in my freshman year (the year in cannon), but was never allowed to play any serious games, just the wash-outs at the district tournament and very begining of the prefecture tournament (not against Fudoumine though). I made the regulars in my junior year when Hiyoshi-bucchou and Ohtori-fukubucchou were desperately trying to fill in the gaps left by the 3rd years. I was assigned to doubles for a while so another senpai could keep tabs on me. However, doubles wasn't really my thing and I managed to graduate into singles 3 by the kantou tournament. I met Momoshiro-senpai again on the courts. I had improved somewhat and managed to win 7-6 six due to the tie break which had stretched out 12-10. We made it to the nationals but was eliminated by Fudoumine (I lost my singles match against Ibu Shinji). We landed 4 in the nation because they were beaten by the new Rikkaidai led by Kirihara Akaya. Seigaku's freshman prodigy scored their team another victory though. In my third year, Tori-senpai handed his position down to me. Hiyoshi-senpai named our singles 2 player (another junior) Kuramichi Sai as his sucessor. We fared better that year. Making it to the finals of the nationals, since all but one of the really crazy good players were gone. We managed to pull a win over Seigaku and claim the Nationals. Sai-bucchou actually lost his match to Echizen-san, but I won mine and we managed to pull 2 doubles matches."

"Okay, explanation why you're on the boy's team?"

"Ojii-san needed me to overthrow his son if need be. It would be much easier to do that if I were a boy instead of a girl. It's not like I don't act the part."

"Okay, appearance, eyes?"

"Pale, steely bluish gray."

"Hair?"

"Black with hints of blue. I chop it off in the back since long hair was just an uneeded burden on the streets. I don't need to anymore but old habits die hard."

"Clothes?"

"All shades of blue, black, gray, and white. Sometimes there's a little green. I have a dark purple wristband on my dominant hand (right) and a dark purple leg warmer around my left leg (to hide a scar). The bands stay on even in uniform."

"Good living arrangements?

"A good-sized house in the better part of town. Ojii-san's home a lot, and we have this mutual relationship built on the fact that we're bot idiots who never shut up once you get us started."

"Okay, techniques?"

"Information, is classified."

"So that means..."

"I get back to you when I finally make up some ggood sounding moves."

"Oh whatever, you can add those in yourself later. Alright you're good to go." The new Mary Sue felt herself losing consciousness and the amused laugh of a certain weaver.