A/N: Yes! This fic had been planned since last year! I finally published it! :D So, here's chapter one. Please R&R no flames please! It gives me support and encouragement to continue the next chapter! If you think my OC is a stuckup snob, I tell you, she's not! She's just tired of people treating her so nicely because she looks like an international popstar. I have my reasons why she looks like that :) [Do I sound bias?]

Disclaimer: I do not own the Prince of Tennis but I own my OC

Note: Italics are for thoughts and notes/letters

Pairings: Pillar Pair (hints), Fuji X OC (?)

Chapter 1

She turned her face towards the window of the aeroplane. The view was much nicer compared to the interior of the plane and she needed something to soothe her mind. Since arriving at the airport in America, many hopeful and excited people had thought she was an international popstar and even asked for her autograph. The poor girl had to politely decline and break the news to them that she was not their idol they thought she was. Well, the situation wasn't getting any better on the plane. Passengers had come to crowd around her and asked for autograph. It's not really their fault. She really looks extremely similar to the internation singer, Sakamoto Miharu. Upon arrival at the airport in Tokyo, she flipped out her phone.

"Oyaji, I'll be reaching soon."

"Ah? That's fast. We aren't expecting you till noon."

"I want to go to school as soon as I can. Tell okaa-san that she doesn't need to cook lunch for me anymore, but I'll be looking forward to dinner!"

"Right, I'll do that. As soon as I'm finished with my magazines."

"You're not reading those magazines still, are you?"

"Ah! I remember now, I have to go feed Karupin! See you!"

And the line was cut off. She sighed. Some things will never change, she thought. She checked the time on her phone, then "I'm going to be late!"

With that, she quickly called a porter, dumped her luggage on him, gave him an address and told him to deliver them there, while she hurriedly took a taxi towards her new school.

When she reached Seigaku, she confirmed her class and headed there. It was already 11:30am when she reached and lessons had started, so she politely knocked on the door before entering. As she entered, all heads turned to her.

Fortunately, the current lesson was taught by the form teacher of this class and she spared some time for the girl to introduce herself.

"Hajimemashite, I'm Kamiya Hikari and I will be attending Seishun Gakuen from now on. You can just call me Hikari. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu." She bowed deeply, ignoring the whispering going on around the class. She was already used to this. Everywhere she went, people would be gossiping about her.

"Hey, look! She looks like Sakamato Miharu! You know, that international singer?" one would say, and that was exactly what was going on right now.

"Alright, alright. Stop your nonsense now. Kamiya, would you go sit at that empty table in front of Fuji? The one beside the window," she added, seeing the puzzled look on her face.

"Hai, sensei."

"And can I have an autograph after this lesson? Etto, my niece wants it. Aa. She's a big fan of yours." The teacher said in an undertone.

"But I'm not Sakamoto Miharu, sensei. I can't go around forging her signature like that just because I look like her," Hikari replied sensibly and went to her assigned seat.

"Fujiko! Don't you think that girl looks like Sakamoto Miharu? That's so cool!" Kikumaru exclaimed.

"Saa, you're right. Why don't we ask her during lunch later? Let's invite her go eat with us." Even Fuji was interested to know more about her.

"That's a great idea, nya! We can introduce her to all the regulars!"

"Quieten down. Now who can tell me the direction of the human circulator system?"

As the teacher continued talking, Hikari gazed out of the window. The scenery sure was beautiful. All the sakura trees were blooming at this time of the year.

Just as she was drifting to another world, the dark blue haired girl was snapped back to reality as she felt a something light land on her table. Being the curious person she was, she unfolded the piece of paper that was folded into quarters.

Do you want to come with us for lunch later? – Fuji & Eiji

Sure, she wrote on the same piece of paper. She was glad she had already made two new friends, but she wasn't sure if it was because of her or because she looks like Sakamoto. She hoped it was because of her. She had gotten pretty sick of people friending her because of her appearance. Passing back the note was much harder than it looks. In the end, when there was a breeze, she let the wind carry the note back. Fortunately, the teacher did not notice anything. Apparently, the students in this class were skilled in passing notes. Either that, or the teacher was completely oblivious to her surroundings.

When the bell finally rang, signalling the end of the lesson, the teacher snapped out of her usual droning, and thanked the class. The class then thanked her back. Common courtesy. Once the teacher left the classroom, the whole class burst into chatters. Most of the students came to Hikari. That's fast. Just because I look like some popstar, people flock to me like bees attracted to honey. So I'm the honey, huh? At least I'm sweet, she mused.

"Hoi hoi! Hikari-chan, come with us to lunch, nya!" Kikumaru chirped happily.

"Okay," she replied, smiling sweetly. Well, this is going to be fun, she thought to herself.

"Saa, let's go then."

As they made their way to the cafeteria, Fuji stroke up conversations asking questions when the silence lasted more than five seconds and Kikumaru would automatically follow his lead.

When they finally reached the usual table that the regulars would gather for lunch, they already saw several Seigaku tennis regulars there. Momoshiro and Kaidou were arguing as usual, and Tezuka however was not there to quieten them down. Inui was holding up a glass of Inui juice, trying to offer some to Kawamura. Somehow, Fuji managed to slip a racket into Kawamura's grip.

"BURNING! HOW DARE YOU GIVE ME THAT JUICE?"

"Anou…is lunch like this everytime?" Hikari announced her presence.

"Yup, but yesterday Inui had a different juice, nya!" Kikumaru answered her.

"Huh? Who's that?" the others chorused in unision.

"Mou, this is Kamiya Hikari, she transferred to our school today," Fuji filled in that Inui failed to know.

"Wow! She looks like Sakamoto Miharu!" Momoshiro said, half drooling.

"Ah? Maybe she would like to try my new juice?" Inui asked, grinning.

"NO!" the other regulars shouted, earning the attention of everybody in the cafeteria.

As the other people in the cafeteria turned back their attention, Tezuka arrived with Ryoma.

"Aa, minna, you're all here already, and Momoshiro, stop that drooling," Tezuka greeted.

But as Ryoma saw the newcomer, his eyes widened. So did Hikari's when she saw Ryoma.

"Ryoma!"

"Nee-san!"

A/N: How was it? Sorry if it's not what you expected. R&R no flames please! Reviews encourage me to write the next chapter. Seriously, they do. So please review!

Note: Nee-san is sister in japanese