A/N: Ohayo! This is Dawn Uzumaki here! ^_^ This shall be my `first`fan fiction I have typed without writing anything down. This is actually my `third` one, but it really can't count because I discontinued two already... Oh well... Anyways, check out my other stories (when I have more)! I'll probably only have one fan fiction that I'll work on... once a month? Because of school and stuff, I can't believe I only have three more months until it's summer! [Is that a good or bad thing?]

Ooh, btw, this chapter is in first person, story line is still (sort-of) undecided. I'm bad at humor... but... go get reading! =)

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis because if I did, it would have a bad plotline because I don't know how to write and because I'm really bad at drawing and because... Well, you get the point, don't ya? ;)

Current Summary: Fuji x O.C A new transfer student comes to Seigaku, jealousy sparks as the regulars take a liking to her after... cross dressing?! What happens when you add Inui's juice to the equation? Oh dear... This is going to be quite a ride for the regulars...

Chapter One: The Guy I Know But Never Met

I woke up the next morning, exhausted from jet lag; I had just gotten back from America… just yesterday! As sunlight hit the lids of my eyes and woke up my tired self, its warmth caressing my body like the thick, warm, fuzzy blanket that encircled me, and I sighed contently. I stared lazily up at the ceiling, its paint peeling off slowly from age. The walls of my room were blank; pushing away the fact of my loss, for Japan was a blank, new, page in my horrible life.

If only I had did something…

I then dismissed the subject; I had better things to think about, like today I would have to go back to school, yippee for me...! Oh wait! School?

"Ahh!" I screamed as I noticed what today really was and hurriedly got dressed for school who had sent me a girl's uniform that I had ordered, small. It was a lily-white shirt encircled by a leaf green collar, pine tree green skirt that reached my mid-thigh, and a strawberry red bow rested on the collar of the outfit for school. Cute, but proper, a bit too short…

'Private schools...' I thought miserably, I had low self-confidence of my appearance. 'At least all the girls have to wear this, so I won't be alone!' I thought, trying to cheer myself up.

Coming to my senses, I quickly rushed through my morning routines, ran downstairs, opened the fridge that I had set up just yesterday, it's shelves half full of food. I then grabbed the milk container, chugged it, closed the fridge, grabbed an apple, locked the door, and then ran for school.

Though Seigaku, the school I was to attend, was only a few blocks from home, I wanted to get there early so I could get all of my 'Student' stuff such as my ID card and agenda because this was my first day I was to attend the 'famous' school. In fact, I was in such a hurry that I didn't notice the figure ahead.

"Oomph!" I mumbled as I bumped into the stranger, sorely I rubbed my head, which was hurting like crazy, and apologized. "Gomenesai!" I mumbled, bowing before the figure, still rubbing my forehead impulsively.

"Daijoubu desuka?" the stranger asked me, the voice was a soft baritone, one not of practice, and he put one of his warm hands awkwardly on my right shoulder comfortingly, seeing that I was injured. Wait… He's a lefty? If he was a righty, wouldn't he have put his hand on my left shoulder? Oh betsuni…

"Yeah..." I mumbled embarrassed, still surprised by the found, but also the gentleness of the touch. Slowly I looked up to the person to meet a bespectacled face. I gasped.

The figure that loomed above me was vaguely familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it, and I felt he could pass as a college student even though he seemed younger than that. He was only about a foot taller than me with his pale skinned face calm and peaceful, a person full of thoughts, not dreams, but goals. Perched on his fine pointed nose were his glasses, rimless as if not wanting to be seen, a ghost. His mahogany hair was swept across his face to the left side as if gelled, rather than stiff, it was wavy as I saw the wind pass through his hair wafting his wondrous scent into my nose. His dark brown eyes scrutinized me but all I could do was stare into those chocolate orbs, mystified.

I almost wanted to stare at him all day long, even though it was impolite, but something was attracting me to him, like an aura, and unconsciously I leaned forward to get a better perspective of where the sweet aroma of violets were coming from, even though his eyes were much more interesting. That was a mistake, as I looked for the place of scent his eyes had captured me in an endless abyss that swept me away like magic.

"Nani…?" I murmured in surprise, this guy… who was he? I stared at him for a few more moments until I found myself on my knees, gazing up at him like he was a god, and so I quickly shook my head to clear my senses and with his eyes still analyzing me, I introduced myself, "Hi, my name is Makao, Makao Kawashima. What's yours?"

"Tezuka Kunimitsu." Was all he said and I wondered what he was thinking about, he was just so interesting...

"Ne, Kunimitsu-san," I said vaguely, that perked his interest, I think, all I saw was a small spark that flicked across his eyes as fast as lighting, I wasn't even sure it was me swaying back and forth, about to faint. 'Ne' was something that I liked using, like a filler word to get everyone's attention, even though I never really used it for its real meaning 'note'. "Do you know where Seishun Academy is? I'm new here…"

He then caught my drift. "You're the new transfer student the teachers have been talking about." he stated, and I nodded my head in awe, when he got serious he looked so cool! Then said to me formally, "Come, follow me." And with that, he turned around and headed in the direction I was headed before, before this being, Tezuka Kunimitsu, had amazed me in his splendor.

I then followed him, staring at his model like hair, it gently flowing with the wind. Suddenly he came to a stop. "Here we are." Was all he said before he started walking in a different direction, to... tennis courts?

For a spilt second I studied the place I would call my school for the rest of the year before running over to follow him to the tennis courts.

There was a baize brick wall that surrounded the school. Sakura blossom trees were planted around the school, giving it a naturalistic look of purity and wisdom. The building itself was a huge monster of brick that matched the color of the wall with many windows. Peeking through, I could see rows of chairs and desks, the teacher's being off to the side so it wouldn't block the board, and a finely kept blackboard, not a speck of chalk to be seen, the eraser had done its work. Lastly, was the sign, the banner that marked the name of the building, Seishun Academy. I stared at it, admiring it; this was much cleaner than my old school.

Done looking around, I ran to the courts, where I could here the distinct bounce of a tennis ball upon a racket, and on the way, dropped off my apple core I had been chewing on nervously, was he going to think I was a stalker? Soon enough, I found myself surrounded by girls. They were all peering at the courts and giggling about `who's cuter` from the regulars of the boys' tennis team who I couldn't catch the names of.

Pushing my way in to see whom they were all babbling about I noticed the guy that I met just a few minutes before. "Kunimitsu-san," I yelled to get his attention, when he looked at him, I smiled. "Arigatou!" and after that, I pushed myself out of the crazy crowd of fan girls to get my stuff to hear some girls wondering who I was, and hostile glares. This sure was going to be an interesting year.

A/N: To those who were interested in the cross dressing part... It'll come soon... very soon... -evil laugh: MUAHAHA!!!- Anyway...

Please comment! I love constructive criticism! 3 =3 =)

See ya around in a bit!

~ Dawn Uzumaki