He was standing motionless in front of the window staring out at something completely unseen by anyone but him. People passed by talking, laughing, living… He noticed none of them.
Tsuta Arisa frowned and shook her head. Although he had been immediately respected by the other patients at the rehabilitation center, he had yet to make any kind of meaningful connection with any of them. She wondered why that was.
She turned away and walked back towards her office. She had been glad to hear that Tezuka-kun had been able to find a way to help her friend re-find her desire to play professional Tennis. The idea had come to her after she had spoken to his coach back in Japan. The call had actually been to gain some personal information on him that could help her to get to know what kind of young man Kunimitsu Tezuka was. When she had heard the story of how Tezuka had risked injuring his freshly healed elbow to advance the playing skill of a young talented teammate, she had immediately known that he was not only completely dedicated to tennis but to the people around him as well. So she had enlisted him to help her friend.
She entered her office and sat down at the desk with a sigh. She dug into a drawer and pulled out his file. Kunimitsu Tezuka…
What an Enigma…
Author's note:
Well here's a short prologue of my first Prince of Tennis fanfic.
I'd be glad to hear what you think!
Cheers,
CelicaChick
