*angelg0722 doesn't own Prince of tennis*
"Speech"- Japanese
"Speech" English+ location references
'Thoughts'
"Found it!" Nanjiro jumped around gleefully on the driveway of a large Japanese-styled house.
"Yes, yes, we've arrived at our new house. We could have gotten here earlier too if you hadn't spilled your drink on the map. Now, if you would stop jumping around like a child, come inside and help me unpack." Rinko said struggling to carry the heavy boxes from the car to the house.
"Oh! Of course!" Nanjiro ran to help her unpack.
Quietly a raven-haired girl, got out of the car and plodded over to the back of the car. She stood silently wating for instructios from the woman whose good upper body was stuck inside the car's back digging for something.
"Ryomi-chan, you can go and familiarize yourself with the neighborhood." Rinko said cheerfully, dismissing the girl after emerging from the car brandishing some house slippers as a trophy from her battle.
The girl sighed. In her arms was her favorite Himalayan cat.
"Yes."
Kanagawa prefecture, Japan
Train
"Fools, don't you even know your own grip?" a teenage boy with light brown hair questioned his two friends, "If you want to use a top-spin, use the Western grip. It's done by holding the racquet as if you were going to shake someone's hand. Here," he said as he showed his friends how to swing the racquet.
"That's why you're the ace at the Kitagoe tennis club!" one of his cronies praised.
"Stupid, its only common sense!" he bragged as he continued to swing his racquet wildly, nearly hitting a poor girl with braids.
"Ne," a figure who sat across from the standing group of three said, "You guys are too loud." The teen who had explained grips looked up, racquet stilled. The elder boy still seemed to be in shock, having been interrupted.
Suddenly the train jerked and the boy dropped his racquet. "Heh, I can't believe I just got told off by a grade schooler…"
As he bent down to retrieve his racquet, there was a surprised look on his face as he heard what the figure had to say.
"Bingo, picking up a racquet from the ground is the correct Western grip," they informed.
"What?" he questioned back.
His inquiry went unnoticed by the person as they continued, "Oh yeah, the handshake grip you that were referring to earlier is called the Eastern grip. There are some people who mix them up. It seems as though you are part of that percentage…" with that, they got up as the train came to a halt.
"Hey you," Sasabe yelled as the person walked off the train, "Wait up! Che…"
"Ne, ne, Sasabe, you just got dissed!" His friends snickered at him.
"We better get off too," Sasabe's first friend warned while he tried to control his laughter.
"Hey look! It's the tennis kid!" yelled the brown-haired boy. The gang had just been about o leave after the tournament had finished when it started.
"Loser. They probably lost and is packing up to go home" remarked Sasabe snidely.
To their utter surprise, when the figure turned around it turned out to be a girl! A pretty one at that. She had balck hair with an emerald tinit to it that appeared when the sun hit it just right. She was petite and slender. The most striking features were her large golden cat-shaped eyes.
Ryomi just gave him a cold stare.
"I don't like that look of yours!" 'Che. Can't believe a girl corrected me.' Sasabe vented furiously.
Silence.
"It's way too early for a gir like you to talk to me about tennis!"
Still no response.
" You loser!" Sasabe moved to hit Ryomi with his racquet but stopped centimeters short of Ryomi's head.
And yet he still got silence! The girl didn't even flinch!
"Hey let's go," Sasabe's brown haired accomplice said nervously, thinking that Sasabe was going just a little bit overboard.
"Ne," Ryomi got up to pick up the empty can Sasabe threw, "Did you remember the grips yet?"
"What?" Sasabe asked, thoroughly confused.
"If not, I'll teach you what tennis is all about." Ryomi said with a cocky smirk.
"Why you…"