Changing Storylines back to match up with the Prince of Tennis! Haru, Makoto, Rei, Rin, etc are 14-15 years old, and in Prince of Tennis they'd be in there third year of Middle School! Sorry if it seems weird if people get together if they're 14-15 years old!

I might continue this story and add chapters, but for now, I'm trying to just write one shots.

Swimming Flashback

I swam carefree back then, because after all, I only swim free. I kept swimming slowly until a boy in a nearby lane caught up to me. I immediately began swimming faster, and got to the end of the lane first. My lungs craved air desperately, so I brought my head and took a gulp of the air. I smiled a serene smile, and took off my swimming cap and goggles.

A hand stuck out waiting for me to grab it. "No one can beat you when you're in the water Haru-chan." It was Makoto.

I scowled. "I told you not to call me Haru-chan. It's too girly." Despite that, I grabbed Makoto's hand and he pulled me out.

Nagisa, my other fan boy bestfriend thought of me as a role model. "That was so cool Nanase! I wanna swim like you!"

The weird magenta haired boy from the other lane that I was racing popped out of the water. "You're just as fast as the rumors said. What was your time?"

I looked away from him. "I don't care about my time," I said bitterly. "Nobody cares about the time of a girl."

The magenta boy gaped at me like he didn't know that I was a girl, after all I was wearing a man's swimming trunks. "B-But your wearing boy swimming trunks!"

I uncharacteristically blushed and covered up my bare chest. Makoto, my knight in shining armor cam to my rescue. He covered me up with his tall stature, and gently pulled me out of the swimming pool. Sadly, I didn't know that the magenta boy managed to convince Nagisa to enter all 4 of us in a relay together for the next tournament..

Flashback Over

Tennis Flashback

Ever since we were young Makoto, Akaya, and I were the best of friends. Akaya, the nice demon. Makoto, the glue that sticks everyone together and looks to the bright side of things. And me, the one who could make anyone show emotion. We all took up tennis, but only Akaya and I kept through with it. Makoto claimed that it wasn't his forte, and turned to swimming.

I was the one that did both sports all for my friends. I grew to love the water after my first time swimming though. When Akaya and I played tennis, he told me that I use a swimmer's movements, in this case freestyle, in my tennis. Akaya was a true tennis prodigy, and I struggled to keep up with him. Then, Makoto and I moved to Iwatobi. The three of us still keep in touch though.

I'm pretty sure that we're even meeting up at his school tomorrow. Akaya said that we could meet him at a match his team was playing if we got there early enough.

Flashback Over

I sat in the tub and sighed. "I sure was weird back then... My grandma told me a saying... When you're ten, you're a prodigy to the world. When you're fifteen, you're a genius. Once you're twenty, you're just an everyday ordinary person. Only three years until I'm ordinary." But to be honest, I didn't want to be ordinary. I wanted to be known as Nagase Haruka, best friend of Makoto Tachibana and Kirihara Akaya. I knew we were nothing more than friends, and I wanted it to stay that way.

With Makoto...

I was busy running to Haru's house, since for some reason she'd never go to school until I came to her house. Sometimes, I can't help but worry about her. She lives all by herself without her parents. Whenever she got sick, I'd always take a day off from school to take care of her. It was the opposite when I got sick. Haru was my balance. I couldn't live without her, but we knew that there was no romance between us. Only sibling love. There were simple signs of affection though. Like how Haru didn't want to lose her first kiss to a stranger, and I wholeheartedly agreed. So, we lost our first kisses to each other.

"Good morning Tamura-san!"

"Hello Makoto-chan! Take this with you."

I walked backwards to pick up what she gave me. "Oh, thanks. See you around!"

"Take care now."

I ran up the stairs, carrying the package Tamura-san gave me. On the way, I stopped to see a white little kitten. "Good morning." I tickled its chin, and continued up the stairs. I pressed the doorbell to Haru's house, and nobody opened the door. "Oh come on..." I ran to the back gate and opened the back door. "Excuse me." I walked into the house and searched through the bathroom, and of course, she was there.

"I'm coming in," I announced.

When I entered, I saw Haru with her swimsuit on, as usual. "Good morning Haru-chan."

She scowled when I added the chan. "I thought I told you to not add the chan."

Back to Haru's POV

I blushed when I saw Makoto, since I became very self conscious about my body after Rin saw me in swimming trunks. Ever since he left, I started wearing one pieces and two pieces. Today, I was wearing a two piece. I got out of the bath and put a worried expression on my face. "You're gonna be late." Makoto facepalmed. "That's my line.

I walked away to the kitchen and started grilling my favorite food. Mackerel. Ahh... After all, who didn't like fish?

"Wait, why are you grilling fish!?" Makoto said.

I continued peacefully cooking my fish. "I haven't had breakfast yet and I'm starving."

Makoto's eyes looked over my state of dress. "And you're wearing an apron over a swimsuit."

At that remark, a faint blush coated my cheeks.

"How are you not cold!?"

"I don't want to get oil on my swimsuit."

Makoto looked over at the toaster. "Toast and fish?"

So judgmental...

"So are we in the same class?" I asked.

"Yup," Makoto said. "Class 1. We've got a new lady as our homeroom teacher. We've already given her a nickname. She teaches literature."

I looked at the sea with a longing expression on my face. It needs to get warmer soon so I can start swimming again. Makoto kept up his talking, but in truth, I was ignoring him. Being the awesome person he was, Makoto read my thoughts. "I hope it gets warmer soon so you can swim." I looked up at him and gave Makoto a faint, barely noticeable smile.

"Miss Nanase Haruka! Miss Nanese Haruka!"

A loud calling broke me out of my beautiful daydream. I tilted my head, "Yes?" Half of the class sweatdropped, while the homeroom teacher looked at me with an annoyed glance, and moved onto her next victim. To be honest, I hated our new homeroom teacher. I had heard of her when I eavesdropped on a conversation before. She didn't even have a passion for teaching, so why bother teaching at all?

Makoto was happily eating his lunch on the rooftop while I just lay there, staring at the clouds. We had met Nagisa on the way there, and I glomped him and kept cuddling him. Until he passed out due to the lack of oxygen. I gave him CPR, and when he woke up, I told him that I gave him CPR, and he fainted once more. Nagisa and Makoto were busy having a conversation, and I didn't pay attention and kept nodding to whatever Nagisa was saying.

It turned out that the old swim club we went down was being torn down and I was getting dragged along too, thanks to Nagisa's puppy dog eyes.

"This isn't salt," I said as I licked the "salt". "It's too sweet. It's sugar."

It turned out that Nagisa wasn't discouraged. "Well it's all mental anyway, so sugar'll get the job done."

"You're as cliche as Hell," I muttered quietly.

"It's ok," Makoto said. "It's one of the oldest mistakes ever made."

A loud can was knocked over, and Makoto became his usual scared self and hid behind me. "W-what was that?!"

Nagisa turned around and had his hand on his head, with a sheepish smile on his face. "Sorry, my foot hit an empty can." I swore he was a sadist just like me.

"You're doing this on purpose," Makoto accused. "Aren't you?!"

"You always were scared of the dark," Nagisa said with a sigh and continued walking. I had a sadistic smile on my face hidden by the shadows, happy that Makoto was scared.

We continued walking and stopped at the lounge. We saw the old relay picture of the four of us and I let a sad smile linger on my face. I missed Rin so much, I even loved him with a sixth of my heart. A third of it was reserved for Makoto, a sixth was reserved for tennis, another six was reserved for water, and the last sixth was reserved for Tezuka.

Makoto noticed my sad smile, and gave me one filled of sympathy in return which I was grateful for. I walked ahead of the group and looked into the shadows. I swore I saw an outline of a person there. Before I could leave and start walking again, Makoto held onto my arm. I gave him a 'what are you doing' look and he nodded to the shadows. A person was walking toward us, and I let out a soft, distressed gasp.

It was the man of my nightmares, Rin Matsuoka.