-1Pretty Boy
Chapter 1: Where is Fuji?
"TE-ZU-KA-SAN!!"
A loud and cheerful voice calls out amidst excited chit chat and laughter among students as they head towards a big white block of a building.
A certain bespectacled green-haired boy turns his head around to catch a familiar face smiling at him. Wait, make that two familiar faces as the second one is blushing in embarrassment while trying to stop the hyperactive one from attracting too much attention with his hollering.
Tezuka resists the urge to smile. He can't risk ruining his poker face reputation on his first day of school. He waits patiently as his two old friends catch up to him.
"Yay, Tezuka-san! Starting today, we'll be studying in the same high school! Yay! Yay! Yay!" exclaims Kikumaru Eiji aloud causing some people to stare at him wondering if he had an overdose of sugar or caffeine early that morning. "Eiji, you really should keep your voice down," says an embarrassed Oishi as he covers his eyes with his palm.
"Nani-yo, Oishi? Aren't you happy that we are studying in the same high school as Tezuka-san?" asks Eiji in his ordinary loud voice. "Yes, of course I am, but that doesn't mean that the whole school has to know about it," sighs Oishi.
"It's alright, Oishi. It's been quite some time since we've seen each other after all," says Tezuka cooly. "Yup, yup! And from now on, we'll be high school students! Haha! We're not little kids anymore!" exclaims Eiji as he pumps his right fist into the air.
'No matter how old he is, he'll always be a kid,' thinks Oishi exasperatedly as he observes his best friend's energetic antics.
"Ah, right, Tezuka-san, where are the others studying at?" asks Oishi seriously. Since they've graduated from Seigaku Junior High School, they've all gone on their separate ways.
"Hmm... From what I know, Inui has moved to Kyoto while Kawamura is studying at Gyoken High School," replies Tezuka.
"Ah... Saa-ne. What about Fuji-san?" asks Oishi as he tries to avoid bumping into Eiji who is busy jumping around and clapping while chanting "We're in high school now!" in accordance to some famous nursery rhyme tune.
"Fuji... Ah, I wonder where he is too..." says Tezuka with a slight smile on his cold face.
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Yamashita High School.
It's not a very famous school around the prefecture but it's still pretty alright. The school is very supportive when it comes to basketball, volleyball and shoji. There is a tennis team but so far, nobody's heard much about its tennis team except for the fact that their coach used to be a national player, which raises many eyebrows for despite having a national player as a coach, the players are not producing any creditable results.
A fair-skinned boy with light brown hair steps towards the school's metal gates and looks up at the grey school building. 'This is where I'll be studying in from now on,' he thinks. He then follows the crowd and steps into his new school. Little does he know, the tennis prodigy's presence in this school is about to bring about some interesting events to occur.
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"Take care, Aiko! And don't forget to act tough and be tough! Remember the things I taught you, you hear? So go out there and be a man!" says a rough gruffy voice coming from a skinny and bald old man. A young teen standing in front of him in a typical boys' school uniform hisses dangerously, "Talk louder granpa and you'll blow my cover."
"Right, right. I forgot now, Aikawa-kun!" laughs the old man in his usual loud tone as he pats the young teen's shoulder a few times a little too hard. "Hohohoho," he laughs as though he's just heard a very funny joke.
"Run along now, Aikawa-kun! And don't get caught!" says the old man as he waves his granddaughter goodbye. "Shut up, you noisy old man! And you better take care!" yells the young teen as she runs across the school gate just in the nick of time. The bell rings, signifying the start to a new beginning.
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"Alright everyone, settle down," says a bespectacled young woman with long brown hair tied into a ponytail. She walks up to front of the blackboard with a broad grin. 'She looks friendly,' thinks Fuji as he settles down at the back of the class. Noise becomes silence as every single one of the 16-year-olds in Class 1A sits up straight at their desks and pays attention to the smiling woman in front of them.
"BAM!"
Their silence is interrupted by the door slamming open. A small figure dressed in a typical white shirt, green and red striped tie, grey trousers and black blazer stands at the doorway, panting as he clutches his knees. "Sorry, I'm late. I lost my way," the boys says as he looks up at the young teacher with his odd greyish blue eyes. He pushes back his short ebony hair and glances around the classroom with a serious look on his face. 'Ah... another Tezuka-buchou,' thinks Fuji amused.
However, his serious expression changes quickly into pain when he feels a sharp pain on his head. "Itai--!" he exclaims while clutching his head. His teacher has just hit him on the head with a rolled-up magazine she conjured up out of nowhere.
"First day of school and you're late. Go grab a seat you worthless scum!" scolds the teacher in a threatening voice. The students seat up a little straigher, some with sweat dripping down the sides of their faces. They know that this seemingly harmless teacher is not one to be trifled with.
Aiko rubs her head as she makes her way to the back of the class and props herself onto a chair next to that of a boy with light brown hair and startling blue eyes. 'Ah, a pretty boy,' she thinks to herself. 'I hate pretty boys.'
On her left, a rather pretty girl eyes her and upon catching her eye, she winks at her and smiles a broad grin. 'Oh no! First day as a guy and I attract girls?' thinks Aiko in dismay. 'I never thought that I had it in me to be a hot guy. Hmmm... not bad, not bad.'
"Alright, now that we've gotten rid of that annoying interruption ('annoying... interruption?' Aiko feels as though she's been stabbed by the blunt spear of insults), I think we should start with introductions since you don't know me, I don't know you, we don't know no one and all. So alright, I'll start with myself, of course, since I'm your class teacher. You can call me Marina sensei and... I'm your class teacher. Okay next!" she says flamboyantly as though she's bored of everything which is going on.
A boy sitting at the front of the class raises his hand uncertainly and asks, "Um.. sensei, is that all you have to say about yourself?"
"You got a problem with that, punk? Are you trying to woo me? Huh? I may look young and beautiful but I don't dig small kids, you hear?" snaps Marina sensei with a pair of mess-with-me-and-i'll-drag-you-around-the-neighbourhood-with-my-motorbike eyes.
"Ah.. ha-hai, sensei!" says the boy who looks so afraid he might just pee in his pants.
'The teachers here are tough,' thinks Fuji. 'Perhaps they need to be tough to handle their students. I wonder what kind of students study here. This is interesting...'
"Alright, I want each of you to introduce yourself now. State your name, previous school, hobby, likes and dislikes or whatever else you might want to add. Okay, starting with you shorty braces boy," says Marina sensei as she points at a scrawny looking boy at the front left row.
'Great. Introductions,' thinks Aiko. 'Hi, I'm Aikawa but I'm actually Aiko and yes that's a girls' name. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some cross-dresser who has nothing better to do. You see, I am sick of becoming the girls' national tennis champion for four times in a row only to lose in the first round in every single one of the international junior tournaments I have ever joined. Honestly, is Japanese tennis that lousy? Huh? Alright, don't answer that. Anyways, my granpa had this brilliant idea which involves me cross-dressing as a guy so that I can enter the boys' tennis team and get some good decent sparring cause you all know that boys are always better than girls, right?'
'What an interesting introduction. My classmates would love me, no?' Aiko chuckles to herself attracting the stare of her smiling neighbour. That smile. How irritating. How she wishes to rip it off his pretty boy face.
At this moment, her pretty boy faced neighbour stands up and introduces himself, "Hello, everyone. I am Fuji Syusuke. I was previously from Seigaku Junior High School. I like playing tennis and planting cacti. My dislike... hmmm.. saa... I don't seem to dislike anything." The girls look at him as though he's a god. Aiko is utterly disgusted with their love-shaped eyes and starstruck gazes.
'I hate pretty boys. Fuji Syusuke. That name does ring a bell. Seigaku Junior High School. Now where have I came across that name before?' she ponders.
"Psst.."
Seigaku Junior High School. Hmm...
"Psst.."
That's it. Aiko can't take it any more.
"Stop disturbing me while I'm pondering!" she bellows as she looks up only to see a duster flying at her direction. It's too late for her to dodge so it lands directly on her face. The duster falls off and she is left with a white rectangular imprint on her face. The class erupts into laughter.
"I tried to tell you that it's your turn to speak but you seem to be deep in thought," says her oh-i'm-so-pretty neighbour as he smiles his trademark smile at her. 'I bet he's laughing underneath that smiling mask of his. Taunting me now, is he? He'd better watch out!' thinks Aiko as she conjures up many torture ideas involving her lovely neighbour writhing in pain in her sick twisted mind.
But first things first, she doesn't want another duster flying in her direction now, does she?
"Yo. My name is Aiko-Aikawa Wataru and I just moved here from Osaka. I like tennis and I dislike having a duster thrown at my face. That's all I have to say, thank you," she says as she retakes her seat amidst another eruption of laughter from her classmates.
'Great, just great,' she thinks.
Suddenly, she sees something white in front of her eyes. No, not another duster. A tissue. "Here you go, Aikawa-san," says a sweet voice. 'Ah, the lovely neighbour,' thinks Aiko as she sees the same cheerful girl sitting on her left. "Thanks," she says as she gratefully accepts the piece of tissue paper and begins wiping the chalk of her face.
The girl only observes what she does as she sits on her chair facing her.
Slightly uncomfortable with her stare, she asks her, "What's your name anyway?"
"Ah, Tsukino. Tsukino Miyazaki," she replies with a grin. Another grin. 'She will make a great pair with Mr. pretty-boy-who-thinks-he-looks-prettier-if-he-keeps-smiling over there,' remarks Aiko in her mind.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Aikawa Wataru but you already know that anyway."
Upon closer inspection, that girl is rather pretty. She has fair and rosy skin as well as long and thick ebony black hair. 'I'm jealous already,' admits Aiko. Instead of becoming a beautiful girl, she's now a pretty boy. Gak! A pretty boy! Oh, the shame!
"Hey, isn't your name Aiko-Aikawa-kun?" says a calm and gentle voice. Aiko turns. The true pretty boy speaks!
"It's Aikawa-san, if you please," says Aiko cooly.
"Ah... but you seem so small. It'd be odd to call you Aikawa-san, Aikawa-kun," replies Fuji with his trademark smile. Aiko misinterprets it as a hidden smirk. The nerve of him.
"Call me whatever you like Mr. Pretty Boy. You got a problem against small people, huh?," challenges Aiko roughly as she gets up to leave. "As for me, I'm leaving."
Fuji frowns a bit upon being called a pretty boy but regains his composure soon enough. "Where are you going? It's not time for break yet," he asks curiously.
"Well, according to our schedule, we have to head to the assembly hall to register for whatever clubs we want to take part in so if you'd excuse me, I'm a very busy person," says Aiko impatiently as she makes for the door.
"Ah! Aikawa-san! I should go too. Excuse me, Fuji-san," Tsukino bows politely to Fuji and hurries off after Aiko.
"Strange kid," mutters Fuji as he chuckles to himself.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't own Prince of Tennis ."
I have always liked Fuji and I have always wondered what kind of girl he would end up with. Anyway, I hope that the storyline is alright so far. Feedbacks will be much appreciated Feedbacks will be good fuel to spur me into writing more you see hint hint :P so if you think it's really bad, then don't review, ya! ;-)