I know what some of you are thinking. Why am I writing another story when I have yet to finish one of my others like I keep promising to? Well I recently decided to pick up writing again and needless to say, I realized I was a bit rusty, so I decided to write this story in order to ease me back into writing again.

Warning: Umm none at the moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

Chapter 1

Fleeting

The morning air glowed with the warmth of spring. Each step Fuji took towards the back of school was filled with fresh enthusiasm. To Fuji, each day was a new day, a new opportunity, and should be treated as such. He believed that there was no point holding onto the struggles of yesterday when it was just as easy to simply forgive, forget, and move on with your life.

Taking a glance at his phone, Fuji sighed.

He was 45 minutes early for practice.

Rounding the corner of the school, he had to blink twice. Freezing in his steps he stared at the clubroom door only to realize nothing was there.

'Weird'

He could have sworn he had seen someone. Dismissing the strange glimpse of emerald as his imagination, Fuji continued on his way towards the clubroom, completely forgetting about the incident until almost two weeks later.

The clubroom was crowded with members of the tennis team, all in the midst of changing, when Fuji got the sensation that someone was watching him. Taking a quick glance around the clubroom and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he was about to dismiss the thought when he spotted a pair of golden eyes staring through the clubroom window.

However, just like the incident a couple weeks ago, as soon as he blinked the eyes were gone. This time Fuji didn't hesitate to run outside and quickly scope out the area around the clubroom.

Nothing was there.

When Fuji returned he was met with the questioning stares of the regulars, which he swiftly put to ease with a couple comments consisting of "It was nothing, just thought I saw my neighbour's cat."

For the next couple weeks the fleeting glimpses of emerald and gold seemed to constantly follow him around, out of reach and just out of sight. Fuji absentmindedly wondered if perhaps he was being haunted. After all, what ghost wouldn't want to haunt a charming person like him?

It was with these thoughts that he approached the clubroom particularly early one morning, only to freeze in his tracks when he caught sound of running water that was being emitted from inside. Practise didn't start for another hour so that excluded any members from the tennis club, and as far as he knew, ghosts didn't take showers.

With cautious steps, he slid into the clubroom, all senses on high alert. Careful not to make a sound he crept his way towards the shower room in the back. Crouching in front of the door he mentally prepared himself for whatever he might find. Plucking up the last of his courage, he threw open the door, only to freeze in his tracks when he was met with the image of a young boy -not a ghost- who was equally shocked, and very much naked.

N/A

I know this chapter is short, but just think of it as a sneak peak of what's to come! I have a lot planned for this story.

BTW, I'm writing a Harry Potter/ POT crossover, so if anyone would like to help me with it, just message me!

Oh, and please review and tell me what you though! :D