Disclaimer : I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Hello everyone! This is the first time I wrote a fanfiction! I hope it is acceptable...Hee hee... The storyline just popped into my head after I read several fanfictions, reviews are appreciated! ^^
"Te…Tezuka-kun?" The Principal of Seishun Gakuen stuttered in shock when the said person entered her office, looking not only slightly different.
"Ohaiyo, sensei, I'm Tezuka Kunimoto! I just moved from Germany to Japan!" Kunimoto gave a huge grin with a florid bow. Noticing the stunned expression which he was used to seeing ever since he stepped into Japan, he added helpfully, "If you are wondering, yes, I'm the twin brother of the famous Tezuka Kunimitsu. And yes again, we're identical twins."
Still staring at Kunimoto, the Principal assigned him to be in Class 3-6. Saying his thanks and giving a comical wave, Kunimoto skipped out of the Principal's office and searched for his class as the warning bell rang.
In Class 3-6
"Mou Fujiko-chan, I can't believe we are having English first period! And there's a test to top it up!" Kikumaru Eiji grumbled with a pout.
"Maa Eiji, English is not that bad."
"Datte Fuji –" He was interrupted when the teacher entered the class, and mustered all his energy to sit up straighter.
Shortly after, a tall brown-haired young man burst into the class, panting heavily. He did not have the transparent glasses, which looked weird. And had a huge tennis bag slung on one shoulder and a book bag unevenly on the other that looked extremely out of place, as he paused to bow awkwardly to the teacher who was standing in the middle of the classroom. The whole class, including the teacher, stared at him with open jaws, unbelieving their eyes to see what they think was a certain captain so clumsy and to actually be late entering a wrong classroom.
Two distinct gasps were heard amongst the class, and a pair of blue eyes blinked open to inspect the boy standing at the door.
"Ohaiyo, sensei and everyone. I am Kunimoto, pleased to meet you!" The boy bowed once again, this time spilling the contents of his book bag, causing a mess to pile at his feet. He grinned sheepishly and bent to pick up his belongings.
"Fuji, is that Tezuka?"
"Mmm, he just said he's Kunimoto."
"Datte datte Fuji, he looks like Tezuka, and his voice sounds like Tezuka,nya!"
"Saa, isn't it interesting now?
Tezuka Kunimoto
This Japanese school is so good, unlike my school in Germany! With good facilities, good classrooms and good teachers (okay, maybe not, but still...). Other than the fact that everyone, and I mean everyone, keep staring at me, and all the people miraculously became dumb wherever I go, also the fact that two weird person (they are weird, one is forever smiling and walking with his eyes closed, and the other has a band aid on his cheeks and says "nya" at the end of every sentence) following me.
For some reasons, everyone became silent when I walk pass, and broke into murmurs after I passed. I overheard some of them…
Kyaa! Is that Tezkua-sama?
No, he feels different…
He didn't wear his glasses.
Smiles too much…
He looks weird, without the stern expression…
I heard he's Kunimoto.
What's his first name?
Don't know…
Definitely Tezuka, they are identical!
I sighed to myself. What was wrong with the way Ibehaved anyway? I just like to act the way I want to. Che, settle my hungry stomach first. I jogged to the cafeteria, only to be greeted with more gasps from the surroundings and a long queue. Just as he was going to the end of the queue, a spiky-haired boy yelled from the front,
"Oba-jan, I want sausage roll, melon bread, curry bread and fried noodles bread!"
"I got it, so why doing you just wait in the line!"
"And blueberry juice!" The inconsiderate boy shouted as he moved to the back of the line, just behind me.
I frowned at him to show my displeasure to him, and I swear that I see him jump at the sight of me. How could someone just cut the queue like that, it's just plain rude. Shaking my head, I thought about the etiquette lessons by his Ojii-san, which focused on treating people with respect. Startled by what I was thinking, I wondered to myself that since when I miss the strict lessons by Ojii-san, especially when I hated it so much since young. Unlike the goody-goody Mitsu, I definitely can not endure those harsh punishments by Ojii-san for simple and minor mistakes. That was one reason why I left Japan in the first place anyway. Not that I hate Ojii, I just didn't like how he's so strict on his grandchildren. Aren't grandparents supposed to spoil their grandchildren? Anyway (rolls eyes), speaking of Mitsu, I haven't seen him since I reached Japan. Weird, too that kaa-san told me to keep my presence a secret. Probably she wants me to give Mitsu a surprise. I smirked to myself. As I was about to shake my head out of the mental babble, I caught that spiky-haired eyeing me with what seems like…fear?
I rubbed the back of my neck and self-consciously ran my fingers through my hair. Am I really that scary? Or maybe it's not me he's looking at. Oh well, whatever. I shrugged it away, and glanced at him, to see him relaxed his muscles slightly, eyes still fixated on me. After a moment or two, I decided to ignore him entirely and focus on my day ahead. Let's see, a few more lessons to the end of school, and then I'll visit the Seigaku Tennis Club. If I didn't remember wrongly, kaa-san said that Mitsu is the Captain of the Tennis Club. I wonder if I will gain benefit if I join the Tennis Club, for being the nii-chan of the Buchou. Well, I am older by 2 minutes. I smirked again at the thought of it.
Intrigued, I grabbed a bun as my lunch and waited eagerly for the end of school.
Momoshiro Takeshi
I'm soooooooooooo hungry! I totally cannot believe that the queue would be sooooooooooooo long. And there's the Tezuka-buchou, although he looks different. I swear that I see him smirk, the forever poker-face Tezuka-buchou, actually smirked. He also seems like he didn't recognize me, hmmm…
I know that Tezuka-buchou didn't like the way I ordered my food, and I was darn worried for a second, that he might give me more laps. Again. Guess I over-reacted, geez. Things aside, I'm really hungry…
Tezuka Kunimoto
School has finally ended! I'm so glad to get out of the boring and stuffy classroom. Now, let me look for the tennis sensei, Ryuzaki right?
Hurray, now I'm a member of the tennis club! Ryuzaki sensei was surprisingly a kind old lady. Uh, I mean a kind teacher. Anyway, she told me to go to the tennis club first and she will follow shortly.
Whistling, I skipped towards the tennis courts. Just as I passed the fountain, a guy with bandana rushed over and knocked straight into me.
"Ouch, watch where you're going!" I rubbed my chest, where he had plunged head first into.
Without replying, he scrambled to the fountain. Hmm, he looked like a second-year and weird. Maybe because he looked slightly pale? Or is it the shade of green? Shrugging, I continued towards the courts, only to be bumped into by another person. He is in about the same state as the previous guy, but this one is shorter, a lot shorter and wears a cap. Plus he looked like he is going to puke.
"Everyone, start the stamina training now. 30 laps around the court." The all too familiar voice (well, it's the same as mine) commanded. Another (sly) voice was heard, but it was muffled by the wind that blew past. I peeked from behind the bush and saw a flurry of movements, which included everyone pushing at each other and rushing out of the small gate from the tennis courts. Some of them were wearing the blue and white jersey, and some are wearing the normal school jersey. Weird thing is that, everyone had a look of fear and horror. I mean, what is so scary about running 30 laps? I recognized a few familiar faces, like the smiling guy, the red-head with band-aid and the spiky-haired guy. They, too, were running as if their lives depended on it.
Looking back, I saw Mitsu talking to a somewhat devilish-looking person with square spectacles and holding to a mug of greenish looking liquid. This team has two senseis? With a slight nod, Mitsu turned and ran to catch up with the rest of the running tennis club members.
Inui Sadaharu
Ii Data… The regulars are running with about 2.5% more energy with the Inui Juice. Their shocked expressions are interesting too. Even Tezuka Kunimitsu, although he has the poker face and looks like he didn't mind, he had increased his pace. Ii Data…
Tezuka Kunimoto
Stepping forward, I approached the evil looking sensei that is busy scribbling down notes into his notebook.
"Ano, konnichiwa, are you the sensei for the tennis club? I just spoke to Ryuzaki sensei and she told me to come down first."
Snapping his head up from the notebook, he stared at me. We kept up the staring contest for about a hundred minutes (okay, only about two minutes), and watched him push his glasses up his nose (for the umpteenth time). Rolling my eyes, I waved a hand in front of his face.
"Hello? Are you alright?" Sighing, I decided to change the topic.
"Hey, what is this? Is it good? Did you make it?" I picked up the mug that contained that green liquid and raised it to my lips to sample the taste.
As I took a gulp of the liquid,
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DON'T DRINK THAT!"
Swallowing, I looked at the crowd of tennis club members that has gathered around, and many took a sharp intake of air, while others were stunned. Only that smiling guy from my class looked perfectly normal (if you say that his permanent smile is normal). I cocked my head to the side and noticed that they were expecting something.
However, at that moment, someone yelled at the group of stunned members surrounding me with the familiar deep voice.
"What are you guys doing? Continue the run!"
Emotions surged and I threw my arms around the stoic looking captain of the club.
"Mitsu! I missed you so much, did you miss me?"
As if registering the shock, I see a slight smile on his lips and he returned the hug. But only briefly.
The rest of the club members looked liked someone has thrown a 'stay-still' spell on them.
I disentangled myself from Mitsu and slung an arm casually around his shoulders.
"Konnichiwa everyone, I am Kunimoto, nice to meet you!" I grinned at them, and I think that broke the spell.
Well, it did break the silence.
"Kunimoto-san, are you Tezuka buchou's twin?"
"Of course he is, nobody on Earth will look that alike!"
"Oh my god, they are so identical!"
"Tezuka buchou never told us that he has a brother, much less a twin!"
"He didn't have to tell you everything right?"
"Wait a moment; didn't he just drink Inui Juice? Why he didn't…Is he immune to it?"
The last question caused everyone to fall into silence again, and I feel millions (fine, just around twenty) pairs of eyes on me.
I blinked, and held the mug I was still holding to.
"You mean this? What's wrong with it? Other than a sort of mismatched taste, it does give one some strength."
I took another sip.
"Hmm, spinach does not go well with broccoli, and all these don't go well with…"
Taking a few more sips, I finally came down with a conclusion.
"Lettuce."
Looking up at them, I noticed that they are still staring, just that this time they had their mouths opened.
"Unbelievable, truly unbelievable. You can actually tell what ingredients I put inside my Inui Juice." The devil sensei mumbled and scribbled more furiously into another notebook.
Mitsu cleared his throat and got everyone's attention, even that notebook sensei (this sounds more suited for him).
"Okay everyone," Mitsu started.
"Wow, what is the commotion? Tezuka, have you introduced our new teammate?" Ryuzaki sensei asked as she walked towards us.
I smiled at her and announced, "He's introducing now."
I caught the slight sigh from Mitsu and looked at him questionably. Seeing no reaction, I continued.
"Hello everyone, I am Tezuka Kunimoto. I am Mitsu's onii-chan." I felt Mitsu glaring at me and added, "older by 2 minutes. Pleased to meet you! I just returned yesterday from Germany and started schooling in Seigaku. Also, I'm in class 3-6 and I play tennis too, just that not as well! And –"
"Alright, that's enough for now, you can continue after training." Ryuzaki sensei cut in, and I frowned. It is not polite to break someone's speech, even if she's the teacher.
With a few instructions from Mitsu, everyone scurried back to practice. (It seems obvious that they forgot that they were running halfway…)
Finally, Mitsu and I were left alone to chat with each other. Smiling at him expectantly, he looked at me and said only one sentence.
"I do not condone the breaking of rules, Kunimoto, 10 laps around the court."