Summary: Niou's just trying to survive high school when a mysterious girl appears and everything starts to get a little crazy. Yaoi (multiple pairings) eventual OC/? Rated T for now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. Or any other franchises I mention (Facebook, song lyrics, Oreo cookies, ect) I do own my Ocs.
Warnings: Yes, this does contain guy/guy (at this moment it will remain rated T). And I've never written from a guy's point of view so we'll see how this goes. Also language! I do use the F-word and other swears a lot in this story.
If you see any grammar, spelling, OOC, plotholes, anything, lemme know. I love opinions, they fuel my need to write, especially this story since it's on the border of being thrown in the chopping block..-.
When I walked into the locker room I was greeted with the funk of bad body odor. Man do teenage boys stink. Wrinkling my nose I open my locker only to find it smells much worse than I expected. The culprit is a pair of sneakers that have probably been in there for a few weeks. Perfect. I toss the grubby shoes into my tennis bag along with some other smelly clothes. Mom will wash them tonight for me. The reek of fake-apple overpowers the smell of teenagers and I wrinkle my nose and glare at the short redhead beside me.
"Fatass." I mumble.
Marui Bunta whips around and glares at me before snapping a green bubble from his apple bubblegum. It reeks. Marui smirks and purposefully turns to Yagyuu Hiroshi who was just leaving the shower, "Hey, Yagyuu, are you going out with Jackal and Kirihara and I to get okonomiyaki?" Yagyuu blinks a few times, he doesn't have his glasses on and he's practically blind.
"I'm sorry Marui-Kun, I'm busy tonight." Yagyuu says as polite as ever.
Inside I'm torn, I'm glad Yagyuu didn't go with them but at the same time I was hoping the two of us would be able to get something to eat. I blow at the limp and sweaty white bangs that hang in my eyes, they don't move. The tennis season just ended our senpai's won Nationals and next year it's up to all of us. Just because the season is over doesn't mean Yukimura is taking it easy on us. He's such a hard ass, claiming we got lazy in the last two years and need to be whipped back into shape.
Yagyuu slides his glasses onto his nose and glances at me. I glare before gathering my stuff skipping the showers. Like I want to deal with Marui and Jackal's singing and Kirihara prancing around far too much in the showers, though it is funny as hell when the kid slips and falls on his ass with a satisfying splat. I'm not in the mood today. Slinging my bag over my shoulder I stalk out the door of the locker rooms.
Outside, leaning against the wall was a girl. We both froze and stared at each other. She had large amber eyes that were the color of autumn leaves and dark brown hair like tree bark. She looked like a tree, I snicker and saunter by her. Out of the corner of my eyes I watch her, girls usually don't hang around the locker rooms, even if they are huge fans. The girl has dark rimmed glasses that suit her long face, her nose is petite and she has small lips. She's tall though, probably close to Yukimura's height, with the right amount of curves for her age. Long legs shoot out from under her short skirt and she's not entirely unattractive, if only she didn't have glasses and her tits were a cup size bigger.
When I reach the gate I push thoughts of the girl out of my head and head to the bus stop. What am I going to do this weekend? Yagyuu probably will be "busy" all weekend like has been the past three weeks. Every day he comes up with some excuse either he flat out leaves practice early or says he's busy or something. Frankly it's annoying, we used to be close, real close, back in junior high, we spent every weekend playing tennis and now he's off doing something else. The bus arrives and I saunter onto it ignoring the stares people give me. Yes my hair is bleach white get over it. After years of getting stares it doesn't effect me, usually, today's different, maybe Yagyuu's unvoiced rejection?
"Pfft." I mutter out loud. What am I? A girl? I shift my legs and sure enough I can feel my penis against my thigh. Nope. I'm not a girl. I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes, I'm just being an idiot.
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Home offers no escape for me. Not like it ever has. Dad's tucked away in his study with stupid construction contracts or something. When I shuffle into the kitchen Mom glanced as me lazily before looking back out the window, her cigarette dangles limp from her lips. Back when I was still a child she used to hide the fact she smoked but she never hid the stench of smoke drifting off her, now she doesn't care. I dig through the cupboard and find bag of chips.
"Dinner will be in an hour." Mom says before she takes a nice, long drag from her cigarette. She'll no doubt cook some amazing food that's inedible; too much salt, burnt, cold, uncooked, soggy, you name it. Usually I end up slipping out of the house in the middle of the night to get some takeout. With a huff I head upstairs to my room. The light under my brother's door tells me he's probably doing something nerdy on his computer. My sister's room is empty, she's off to college though she's coming home next weekend I guess, like I care.
My room's a typical pigsty when I push the door open. Dirty clothes lay in a pile near the end of my bed. I can smell the sweat and grim from here as I yank my shirt over my head. There's a light chill to my room, I left my window and a breeze cooled my room down over the day. My sheets are cold when I flop face first into my rumpled bed. For a while I just lay there listening to the vibration of my phone against my headrest. Probably the Fatass or someone stupid. Eventually I flop over and grab my cell phone checking the message. Yagyuu. My heart thumps in my chest as I read his text.
Sorry about this weekend Niou-Kun. Maybe next weekend? ~Yagyuu
I sigh and close the phone not bothering with a reply. The stench of my shoes and uniforms is too much for me so I ball up all the clothes and heft them downstairs to the laundry. Mom trails after me, probably hearing my thundering footsteps.
"That stuff reeks Masaharu. How many times have I told you all you need to do is put your clothes in the hamper in the bathroom and I'll wash them for you!" Mom plucks at a sweaty white shirt before she stuffs everything into the washer. Her cigarette is long gone but the smell still lingers badly masked by floral perfume. She's got her chunky black glasses on, no doubt because the cigarette smoke bothered her contacts. I blow at a piece of hair dangling in front of my face before I step out of my pants and shove them and my socks into the washer as well. Mom merely glances at me before I trudge back upstairs in my boxers. Like she cares.
I'm glad for the coolness of my room as I sprawl out on my bed. It's the beginning of September and half the time the days are burning hot. The other half? It's pouring. My A/C was taken out weeks ago and I rely solely on a cool breeze now. I huff, what the hell am I supposed to do this weekend?
"Puri."
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I did exactly nothing all weekend. Except maybe do my homework but I wouldn't admit that to anyone. Nobody needed to know that I was secretly smart and liked the challenge school created for me. With a piece of toast dangling from my mouth I head to school in a newly cleaned uniform that didn't smell of sweat. The bus is crowded with people, I stand too close to some old man and his oldness drifts off and into my nose. Gross.
Monday there's no morning practice. My suspicion is Yukimura Seichii isn't a morning person and can't be bothered after the weekend. Speaking of the devil. I smirk at the blue haired boy, Sanada and Yanagi are on either side of him. Of course they are. Those three are inseparable, and it's a common known fact in the locker room that Yukimura and Sanada are a… thing. A shudder run down my spine.
"Cold, Niou-Kun?" That clipped voice sends yet another shiver down my spine as I turn to Yagyuu. He pushes his glasses up and blinks at me. Dork.
"Puri~." I don't give him a real answer. Girls around us are scurrying inside, giggling and tugging at their skirts as the chill gets to their bare legs. It's not that cold out, not yet, though some girls have already resorted to their long sleeves. Wimps. Yagyuu and I walk side by side towards the school. "Ne, you busy after practice?" I ask nonchalantly.
"Yes, I'm sorry Niou-Kun."
"No worries," I shrug, "just curious." Instead of hanging around with Yagyuu I run off to my class. I'm in no mood to deal with Yagyuu right now, I'm getting pretty ticked off at how busy he is right now. Whatever.
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"Niou! Faster!" Yukimura yells at me as I run my laps. Damn it shut up you sadist! I'm currently on my 79th lap out of 100. Apparently putting a cricket in Yanagi's locker is unacceptable. Sweat runs down my back, making my pants and shirt stick to me. There's a cramp starting to form in my calf but I push through, if I stopped now I'd get a harsh punishment for sure. Probably a tarundoru-slap.
My feet slap on the ground as I run around and around. Sweat gathers at the base of my spine and I feel my shirt stick there, moving awkwardly whenever I run. Ugh. Damn it. Damn Yukimura! Damn Yanagi! Damn Sanada! Damn that fat ass! Damn Yagyuu! Damn that kid! And damn Jackal while I'm at it!
My calf starts to spasm when I hit my 98th lap. Pain rockets up my body as I limp through my last two laps. Sanada glares at me, watching my progress because Yukimura has better things to do than watch me run. I'm too tired to flip Sanada off as I finish up my last lap. Completely spent I drop onto a bench and squirt my lukewarm water onto my face. A light gust starts to pick up and cools the burn on my skin. Good. Panting I gather the strength to sit up and watch practice, particularly Yagyuu. He, the kid, the fat ass, and Jackal are playing doubles. Yagyuu bends at the net, a little too deep but nobody ever corrects it. The dork shifts his weight from one foot to the other and back again while he waits for the kid to serve. Stupid dork. Stop wiggling your ass. Just then Yagyuu glances back, his brown eyes find mine and he wiggles just a little more. Asshole, stop teasing me. Yagyuu just smirks and goes back to the game.
Frustrated I head inside to play with a ball machine. It doesn't take my mind off Yagyuu and his wiggling ass. I smash ball after ball into the court, the smell of rubber is everywhere as my sneakers squeak against the gym floor. The gym door opens and slams shut but I don't lose my concentration. Sneakers slap and squeak against the floor, I know that walk. The last ball flies towards me and I launch it back over the net before I turn to glare at Yagyuu.
"What?" I ask.
"I can't practice with my doubles partner, Niou-Kun?" Don't play sly and innocent with me! You know I'm mad at you.
"Whatever." I pick up a few stray balls before bringing them to a basket. Cool, slender fingers touch my wrist, just above my wrist weights. The nails are perfectly cut and formed and they look almost feminine. My eyes snap up to Yagyuu who observes me silently. He knows what his touch does to me, he knows that when he touches me a little shock goes through my body, he knows it and he exploits it.
"I am sorry Masaharu." He whispers my name. "I've been very busy lately and as soon as I can explain I will. I promise you." As much as I want to forgive him and tell him how sorry I am I'm not going to give in. I'm too stubborn for that.
"Whatever." I shove by him and shuffle away. Inside my heart squeezes, what the hell Yagyuu? Leading me on and telling me all this shit? Fuck it, I'm done.
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The next day at school I go to the library during lunch in hopes to work on a report without people noticing. Instead, in the back corner of the library I find Yagyuu sitting with that tree girl from Friday. The two sit side by side at a small table looking over a few sheets of paper. Tree shakes her head and points saying something to Yagyuu. My eyes narrow, my fists clench, and I storm out without finding the book I needed to write my report. I should have known. I should have known! They're together, Yagyuu's spending all his time with that stupid Tree. It's too cold to hide out on the roof, besides that there's probably some seniors up there smoking away. Fuck.
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Yagyuu approaches me as we stretch, I walk over to the kid and demand he helps me stretch. Kirihara Akaya peers up at me through his mop of hair but complies without much complaint. His hands feel wrong against my back as he pushes me forward, stubby little fingers dig into my shoulder blades.
"Wanna play a game with me, senpai?" He asks as we switch and I press against his back.
"Sure." I say as normally as I can. So long as I'm not playing with the dork, or the fatass for that matter, I really don't care. Speaking of the fatass, he stuffs a round cake into his face getting frosting all over him. He wipes at it but misses a spot on his upper lip. "Hey fatass! You missed a spot!" I shout at him. Marui flips me off and wipes his mouth again. Sanada sees Marui and smacks him hard on the back of the head. Snickering Kirihara and I head to an empty court for a game.
Kirihara doesn't hold back and it actually takes my mind off things. He hops on his left foot, lob. Hops on his right foot, cross shot. His footwork is amazing I have to admit, I've attempted to use the one-foot split-step before and ended up tripping over myself. Kirihara bounces and moves like water. Still he's no where near as powerful as Sanada or analytical as Yanagi. I end up winning 6-4 because I know all his habits and movements. Despite being frustrated Kirihara looks satisfied as he pants and chugs his bottle of water.
I wipe my sweaty hands down my shorts and watch everyone practice. It's getting colder, winter is just around the corner, and our numbers are diminishing as the holiday break approaches. I wonder if Yagyuu will be "busy" over break too, my eyes find him talking politely to Jackal about something or another. Probably. Just then he looks over and notices me staring. Smooth Masaharu. I glare at him before I look to Kirihara and nudge him into playing another game with me.
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A/N: So this is chapter one, please tell me how you like the story, and if Niou is too OOC for you. I'm trying this from his point of view since every other time I tried it didn't work.I also want to note that if this story does continue it will not interfere with my "Romantic Life of a Teenager" story. My life is rather hectic at the moment so I will try and update both stories at least once a week (I will not update both stories on the same day). I hope you've enjoyed the story!