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Chapter 1

I'm Chiyo Takaharashi.

Previous life's name is Lucy, just Lucy.

I'm an OC, I guess. You know, those characters that get suck into their favourite animes, and always somehow become friends with one of the, in most cases, 'cool' characters in the story? yep, that's me.

In my case- it was the anime 'Prince of Tennis', but rather than getting sucked into, I was born- no, scratch that, I was reborn into one.

Me and Ryoma? we're friends alright.

Childhood friends.

We were 6 when we first met.

At first, it was a one-sided kind of friendship, with me being the pursuer of the relationship(Of course). Because who in their right mind would have missed the opportunity of being the one and only childhood friend of the overly genius, always perfect and good at everything type of guy? NOPE, NOT ME.

I was born to be important, damnit. LOVE ME

But being the socially awkward kid with almost average scale in everything (including the looks department) made this whole pursue of this anime-like friendship thingy really hard, especially when you are looking for a friendship with a guy like Ryoma.

That shit guy called Ryoma!

He and shit should be spelled together.

Heh, Ryomashit, sounds nice.

Let's just say, whatever feelings (fan-like love) I had on him vanished the moment he opened up that bratty mouth of his.

Even now, I still hate him sometimes. Just sometimes.

That Ryomashit.

We've met like, 5 times but he still haven't remembered my name!

That alskjaklhdfls JERK!

I almost punched him on the face at that time, key word: almost.

But of course, being the overly awkward squeamish girl I am, I stuttered instead.

After sending a few gibberish 'insult' (which sounds more like: "you ajkfhsahre ahjsd Jerfhdk", which means: "you are a jerk" by the way, for those who have no idea how to read alien words)

I ran and fell flat on my face.

That Ryomashit, being the overly considerate guy he is (And I was NOT at all being sarcastic), helped me.

... Well, probably because he was right behind me and his mom was ordering him to since she was kind enough to not ignore the whole me-trying-to-be-friend-with-her-jerk-like-son.

After that accident, we became somewhat acquaintances as his mom made friends with my mom, and so we were forced into spending time together.

I was always the one doing the talking (usually about unicorns, nerdy books, pirates, chocolates, and weather). He sometimes responded, although quite half-heartedly, and only when he was in the mood to talk, which is super rare.

Sometimes I'd like to think of him as a lamer version of Sasuke in Naruto, minus the whole crazy revenge thingy.

I sometimes get mad at his lack of respond, and tried (childishly) to get a response out of him by insulting his tennis match with his dad (like: "So, did you lose again?", "When are you going to win?" and my all-time favorite, "why aren't you winning?"), it always ends up with him twitching, and glaring at me.

Ha ha, what a sore loser.

Despite the seemingly friendly relationship we had at that time, we still were not friends. He was forced to endure my presence and I was forced to spend time and tried to be friends with him for the sake of being an important character in this story.

Our friendship started kind of cliched.

I saved his life when we were 8.

Not gonna make it a big revelation later or something, just gonna put it out there, short and clear.

I saved the overly prince-like guy with a perfectionist issue.

Now that I think about it, it was kind of a dumb thing to do. I mean, who would have, in their right mind, jumped in front of a car to save a guy who, at that time, dislike your presence as much as you dislike his?

The only thought that came up on my mind at that time was: if Ryoma died, the prince of tennis anime would not have existed.

And so, I jumped right at the car, shoved Ryoma out of the way, and got hit by a car.

I guess, being the friend of the main character in this story makes me kind of immortal. I mean, most of the main characters's friends always ended up living after getting into an accident, right? Now that I think about it, it was kind of illogical. Not that anything in this anime is logical.

After that tragedy, with me ending up all banged up in a hospital- he changed.

I still remembered being asked by Ryoma,

"Why did you save me?"

Jeez, this guy, should have just said thank you and be done with this instead of asking for my intention. What, does he think I'm a spy or something for trying to get on his good side? Urgh.

His hair covered up his face as he stared off at the ground, shoulder tight as he waited for my response.

Since it was impossible for me to say "cause you are the main character in the anime that I like, and so I don't want to ruin the story line by not having you here", instead, I looked at him and said,

"Cause we are friends?" Even my voice sounds unsure.

He looked at me weird.

"Errr... Aren't we?" I asked.

He still looked at me weird.

Weird guy that one.

After that, Ryoma stopped being a jerk to me. He was so overly kind (to Ryoma, it is kind) that it freaks me out. A lot.

He replied whenever I talk (short replies, but still- A REPLY!), he makes the effort of talking, he helps me and accompanies me everywhere throughout my stay at the hospital, and he doesn't glare or ignore me anymore! and worst of all- He calls me by my name! In the past, he never bothers!

Oh, the horror!

And so one day, sick of getting treated overly 'sweet' by Ryoma, I punched him.

Yep, you got that right. I punched him. Hard. On the face.

He gawked at me at first, then glared.

"What was that?!"

"THERE! Are you mad now?!"

He stared at me weird, then huffed. "No."

That good-for-nothing liar.

I punched him again.

He growled. Eyes narrowing in complete annoyance.

Heh, got him.

"Well, are you now?"

He said nothing.

And again.

Good, he's mad.

"What do you want?" He grunted

"I'm not saying sorry."

His eyes twitched, clearly annoyed.

"Now, we are even." I grinned proudly at my logic, or should I say my 'lack of logic'.

He looked at me, eyes questioning up at me.

"I won't say sorry for what I've done, and so just consider that the payment for me saving you from that car. Don't think you should make it up for me saving you, okay? it's gross." I crossed my arm and huffed.

He looked at me weirdly.

From there on, Ryoma and I are kind of friends.

Well, he'd never officially said that we're friends but I just assumed that we are. Yup. Probably. Hopefully.

He doesn't really stop being the overly nice Ryoma, but it was not as sickening as before.

He glared whenever I started talking non-stop about things that he deemed as 'annoying', and stopped treating me like an hour glass once I got out of the hospital.

He still calls me by my name though, and responds to my questions. But now, different from when I was still in the hospital, 'talking and spending time with me' seems more than a mere obligation to him.

By the age of 10, we basically do everything together, not the cliched kind of 'young friendship' thingy in mangas, but more like 'We tolerate each other's presence even more than we let on, so let's spend time together while doing things separately'.

I guess you can definitely call us best friends now. Ha ha. Not.

He switched to my first name as he'd made it clear that he thinks my last name is too long for him to waste his precious time on.

That almighty bitch, always thinking of himself.

He probably knows of my dislikes of his oversized ego, but made no comment on it.

By the age of 11, I realized that I had no other friends beside Ryoma, considering the fact that I am still (no surprise here), an overly awkward girl.

So, I sticked even closer to him.

Then, I realized how much I've turned into one of those girly heroine in Shoujo mangas where the girl could do absolutely nothing, in other words- useless girl depending too much on the guy that she likes,

I bursted into tears right away at that realization. Right in front of Ryoma.

Awkward.

It was the first time I saw Ryoma panicked.

His eyes widened, shoulder tensed and his lips parted to form a small 'o' as he stared at me.

Awkward much.

Let's just say, Ryoma sucks at comforting a crying girl.

He was so awkward that I almost wanted to cry for him.

At the end, he patted my head awkwardly.

That shit, does he think I'm a dog or something?

and so I didn't stop crying.

From that day on, I think Ryoma realized just how unstable his friend is; that is- an awkward, overly honest, blubbering idiot whose imagination exceed those of normal people, and

A weird girl with bipolar tendencies.

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