Disclaimer: We don't own Prince of Tennis. However, we did create Rōsoku Emiko. And we're sorry if our story seems too much like other stories you might have read or wrote. It's not intentional if it is
Creator: Why the heck am I being called "Creator"?!??
Missy: Because you're the one writing the story, not me. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Creator: Uh, right… (inches away)
Missy: Stop complaining. JUST WRITE THE STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Creator: Fine, fine, I'm getting to it… (sigh)
Missy: By the way, this is our first story. So please tell us what you think. And please pardon us if the Japanese is spelled wrong or misused. Or any mistake, really. Read on
Gentle Smile – Chapter 1
Oh great. My first day in a Japanese school. I wonder how long I'll survive…
It was the first day of a new school year at Seishun Academy as well as Emiko's first day in a Japanese school. Since it was early in the morning, about thirty minutes before school, there were not very many people around. Emiko wandered through the school grounds watching the cherry blossoms as they swirled in the wind like pale pink snow. As she closed her eyes, Emiko began to dance amidst the lightly falling sakura. She did not notice the two boys coming from opposite sides around the tennis courts. The boys, who were not aware of each other's presence, paused as they caught sight of the slight, slender girl with dark brown hair that was pulled back into a bun held precariously by a single plain wooden hair stick. They watched as the wind tugged the stick loose and her hair, long and dark, swirled among the cherry blossoms.
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Rōsoku Emiko walked into the school building, her hair twisted into a bun. Other students had arrived and more were still arriving. She gave a small sigh. Honestly, she couldn't decide whether or not she was excited to be attending a new school. Emiko almost felt a bitter towards her parents for deciding to move here. Back in America she could have been a freshman in high school. It was good thing that she still remembered the Japanese she had learned from a friend a long time ago.
Walking into the classroom of class 3-1, Emiko paused uncertainly just inside the door. As a result, a boy who was walking in with a stack of papers for the teacher bumped into her and dropped most of the paper.
"Sorry," the boy said as he bent to retrieve the papers on the floor. His face betrayed no signs of the normal surprise one might feel at walking into another person.
"It's alright," Emiko replied as she crouched down to help him. Five other boys appeared at the door just as the two of them began picking up the mess.
"What happened here, Tezuka?" asked a green-eyed boy with an egg-shaped head.
"Just a little accident, Oishi."
"Hmm… I didn't know you were so clumsy, Tezuka," teased a smiling boy with light brown hair and eyes that appeared to be closed. Tezuka shot him a sharp glance as a redheaded boy began to jump up and down.
"Nya, Fuji, Tezuka buchou's gonna make us run laps if you say things like that!"
"Ah yes," interjected a tall boy with rectangular glasses, carrying a notebook in his hands. "There is an eighty-five percent chance that Tezuka will assign extra laps during practice."
"Well, why don't we just help them pick up the paper for now? There's so much of it on the floor," said a shy looking boy.
"Them? Eh?" the redhead asked as the shy boy nodded towards Emiko.
"Ah," said Fuji as he walked over to help. "Excuse us for not noticing you."
"It's fine," Emiko replied, lifting her head and smiling at him before returning her attention to the sea of paper.
The smile on Fuji's face vanished for an instant and his eyes opened, revealing his own sapphire blue eyes as he caught sight of Emiko's amethyst eyes. Recovering himself he asked, "You have violet eyes?"
Everyone turned to stare. Emiko smiled, somewhat amused. Everyone has to ask, don't they? "Hai. Is there something wrong with that?"
Fuji shook his head, smiling, "Demo, you don't see that eye color everyday, do you?"
"Actually, I do," came the old reply she told everyone who asked, and her extraordinary eyes twinkled with merriment at the joke. Noticing the puzzled expressions, her smile widened a little as she swiftly added, "You know, my own." Fuji chuckled.
The tall boy with glasses was scribbling madly away in his notebook. She caught the words, "Ii data."
"Nani?"
"That's just Inui," Fuji said, laughing slightly. "He collects data."
"And makes us drink terrible juice!" the redhead complained.
"Eh?" Emiko blinked, confused. "Terrible…juice?"
"Eiji, it's not bad," Fuji said, with an amused smile.
"Well then, would you like to try my latest-" Inui began, as his hand started digging around in a tennis bag that Emiko hadn't noticed.
"NO!" came the immediate reply from everyone except Fuji and Tezuka, who had remained silent throughout the conversation, and was now holding all the papers in a neat stack. Emiko giggled at the boys' horrified faces. Smiling to herself, she thought they seem to be a happy bunch. Then a bell suddenly rang throughout the school.
"Class will be starting soon," Tezuka stated. Giving the others a look that clearly said, "You should get going," he walked off to deposit the papers on the teacher's desk. The other boys left for their own classrooms, teasing each other good-naturedly before separating. Definitely a fun crowd, Emiko thought as she moved towards the rows of desks.
Missy: Let's see. Are these socks clean? (sniffs) Ah! They smell like laundry detergent! They're clean!
Creator: WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?
Emi: …Creator's little sister is weeeird…
Missy: (glare) WHY THE HECK DID YOU PUT THIS IN ANYWAY?!!?
Creator: (evil grin) Hee hee hee
Missy: (simmers) Well, now that THAT'S out of the way (bops Creator on the head) Please review!
Creator: MISSY'S A MEANIE! (crawls into a corner and cries)
Emi: Siblings are a mystery. Oh! And please feel free to give constructive criticism
Note: It is meant to be confusing as to which character is which in this chapter since this is all mainly a setup for the story. It will all be sorted out in chapter 2. Of course, those of you who have seen the anime/read the manga will probably be able to tell who is who and be able to keep track of who is talking. And could someone tell me how an older sister would address a younger brother in Japanese?