Author Notes

Sorry for bothering you... My first story, so I don't really know what to write here. rolls eyes

This story is FujixOC, don't like OCs, don't read.

Constructive criticism is more than welcome.

Oh, right! I will only say it once, though. I don't own The prince of Tennis.

Now, onto The Story...

That was her first day at new school in new city. Tokyo was always exotic to her in all means. Culture, language, food, and so on. She loved everything that came from Tokyo, was made in Tokyo... It was her obsession. It's rather obvious that when she heard she was moving to the capital she had no complaints whatsoever. The girl was a bit worried about leaving her friends behind, but there was nothing she could do – she couldn't just bring them with her... or could she? She tried, at least.

Flashback

"But Mom, I can't leave them!" she shouted desperately, clinging to her Mother's arm.

"Stop it. Now be a good girl and quit molesting that poor blouse, I like it very much and the sight of it in trash bin would make me mad." Mother jerked her arm away from the daughter. "It is either you leave them, or stay here."

The girl pouted at that.

"No, no, no! I don't like this. Oh well, I can always call them for sleepover on holidays, right?" she sighted.

Mother was surprised at how quickly she gave up.

"I guess so," she murmured quietly. "Now, let's go pack!"

End of Flashback

The girl was sitting on her new bed, looking around her room. It wasn't spacious, but she liked it more that way. It resembled her the previous room. The walls were painted in blue-beige colors, with a single flower every now and then. On the desk there lye humongous pile made of paper, books, CDs, and paints. Next to the lamp stood high flower, or maybe very small tree? The girl didn't know herself, for now she will keep it in flower pot. There were also other flowers on the windowsill and beside the bed. The only painting covered the whole side of the wall. It was a present from her friends from Nagoya.

"Kanon! If you're done with unpacking then come eat breakfast!" Came Mothers voice through thick walls.

'Good idea, I'm already really hungry' smiled the girl gently. She put her feet into the fluffy, cat-shaped slippers and went down to the kitchen. There waited for her warm Eastern breakfast and her family. Father was being a stereotypical father, reading a newspaper with a coffee in his hand. Mother, being a ideal mother, was making lunches. Kanon seated herself in front of her father, waiting patiently for a command to start eating.

The perfect image of a perfect family didn't last long, though.

BURRRG

The silence was disturbed by the loud sound coming from Kanon's stomach. Knowing she couldn't restrain herself from eating anymore, the girl just grabbed the cutlery and started devouring her meal. At the same time, there was a short BUM heard from the microwave.

"I quit! I quit cooking!" shrieked Mother, tearing the newspaper out of Father's grasp. It was still on the first page. Father quickly got to the microwave and made the smoke end. Then he finished preparing their lunches in mere ten minutes.

Father does the Mother things, Mother does the Father things. Oh, what a crap.

'At least I'm normal,' thought Kanon happily finishing breakfast. She stood up and collected the plates.

Her parents looked at her terrified.

"Leave it, honey, I will do the washing up." Smiled Father nervously.

"Don't worry, I will repair whatever needs to be repaired," giggled Mother, "and I wonder what and how quickly will break this time."

"You're cruel! I can do it..."

And then she fell.

"Obviously you can't, since you're not even able to stand up for more tan few seconds," mused Mother with amusement.

"I'm going!" shouted Kanon walking out of house. She felt a bit nervous.

"Take care! Be careful on your way and don't get in trouble" demanded Father, stopping with his chores (cleaning floor at the moment).

"Yeah, and try to get along with the boys, too!" smiled Mother, and added, seeing her Daughter shiver "not every male specie is an evil being."

"I know..." muttered Kanon, feeling a little down about her phobia. She closed the door as she walked outside.

'It's not my fault I'm scared of boys!

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He woke up before the alarm-clock.

'Why do I bother with tuning it anyway?'

Stretching his arms, he smiled at the new day at the other side of window. Before clothing he welcomed every one of other inhabitants of the room. He haven't received any reply, but it didn't matter. It was always like that and he just iknew /i they appreciated his attention.

Down, there waited for him breakfast in the kitchen and a note.

Syuusuke,

today I was the one who prepared both breakfast and lunch for you (because mom had overslept; unbelievable, isn't it?) – so expect a lot of wasabi. Yuuta is coming over for supper, so banzai!, and clean a little in his room before his arrival, 'kay? I will be late today again. On the table lies money for your dinner, just in case you would change your mind and want to order something (pizza?) Haha, as if! When I come back I will pester you about my work, so be prepared!

With lots of Love,

Yumiko.

"That Nee-san..." chuckled the boy, hiding money into his wallet.

He was used to the loneliness on mornings, especially after Yuuta transferred to St. Rudolph. He was used to it, but the silence still scared him in some way. What if his parent – and Yumiko-nee – decided to move, too? Is he bound to be alone? Why is he scaring away everyone he cared about?

The clock shook him out of his thoughts.

"Saa... It's time for morning practice." he smiled again, placing his mask back on his face.

Syuusuke packed his books and picked up the bag. 'Too heavy... I will just leave some unimportant things.'

After a few packings and unpackings, he left home.

"Ittekimasu..." echoed through the empty rooms.