Warning: Strong language.

Disclaimer: I do not own the original POT characters. All rights belong to Takeshi Konomi (God bless him)

HELLO GUYS! ANY POT FAN ALIVE? It's been so long that my favourite fanfics were updated, so I ended up writing one myself, hehe. This is the first of the other stories in the Rikkai family. I'll be posting more centered around other schools. Writing this was definitely memorable as POT is like a part of my childhood, and, er, adulthood as well. Happy reading! :D

Chapter 1

Diary of Yukiko Matsushiba

(Soon-to-be Sex Goddess of Rikkaidai)

I WILL NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES:

Binge or snack when bored (or hungry for that matter)

Visit cafeteria between classes

Eat chocolates while fantasizing about Hiroshi Yagyuu

Lust after Hiroshi Yagyuu whilst studying

Procrastinate homework

Leave everything to the last minute

Waste time

Behave inappropriately during class

Get drunk with Mari-chan

Get drunk with Niou

Get drunk

Behave in an unpoised manner

Stare at myself in mirror with self-loathing as this is narcissistic and also unproductive

Be seen in shabby clothes or bad hair or no make-up

Buy unessential things during a shopping spree

Go for more than two days without exercise

Sneak out after hours with Mari-chan to go clubbing with my fake-id

Snog random men I dance with when clubbing

Imagine shagging Albus Dumbledore

Eat more than 1500 calories a day

Go on any fad diets as have all been unsuccessful in the past

I WILL:

Become a diligent student and ace all my classes (especially maths and chemistry), without needing to cram at the last moment

Adopt a more zen-like approach to life

Exercise daily

Eat three square and healthy meals a day

Stop drinking coffee

Get a proper boyfriend (someone sensible and practical like Seiichi Yukimura, but obviously not Yukimura as he is taken/probably gay and also Sanada might wipe out my existence if I tried anything)

Lose virginity with said boyfriend

Read a novel a week to improve my mind

Read the newspaper every morning instead of trashy Cosmopolitan

Be poised and glamorous like Grace Kelly (or Hisame Kurahashi)

Spend more time with Tamiko Sakaki, the freshman whirlwind of overachievement, as she would be an excellent influence on me as opposed to Mari who always somehow convinces me to go clubbing

Resist offers to get drunk with Masaharu Niou, as this has never lead to a drunken sex with those sporty and hotsome jocks he calls friends in the past ( and hence is not likely to lead to such an event in the future)

Lose at least 2 ½ stones

Throw out all the slutty clothes and replace with elegant clothes

Write in this diary everyday

Become the sex goddess of Rikkaidai by the end of the school year

January 1 – Written on January 2 (terrible)

Weight: 9 stones (disgusting)

Height: 5ft 1 (have I stopped growing?)

Calories: 3000 (repulsive)

Drinks: 5 shots, 2 cocktails + ½ bottle vodka

Boys snogged: 2 (neither Hiroshi Yagyuu, both randoms from God-knows-where)

Hours of exercise: 3 hours (dancing IS a sport, duh)

Hours spent cursing Niou's name: 24 (completely understandable)

Ugh. So hungover. Very bad start of the year.

This was the first day of the year. It was supposed to be perfect. I mean, it was, in my way but hell! Try telling that to my family! Well, the had started off pretty well, with my mother yowling her head off to get my fat arse off the couch and help her with the preparation of lunch. Meh. 10:20am…still too early for me to get all geared up for kitchen duties (a pretty explicit battle). Too bad thought, as my prudish mother had already planned the day ahead of me. I nearly slipped in the hallway, all thanks to my brother's sloppy mopping. Who had put him on cleaning duties anyway? His annoying presence had already worsened my holiday spirits AND bruised my bubble of self-importance in Matsushiba household. I had already caught him texting with a goofy smile on his face (which could only mean what ye all might be thinking). Sigh. If he could only have stayed with his new girlfriend for the holidays in Tokyo instead of coming home…

"Oi, Yukiko, peel these potatoes here!"

Kaa-san bustled in the kitchen, her jaw set with determination. Gulp. My mother absolutely never misses an opportunity to show off her skills. A born perfectionist, which is totally not me. We have an ambient and spacious kitchen much to the delight of my mother who loves cooking (more like wins a war every time she cooks) and right then, I had never seen it more cramped.

"Whoa…how many are gonna be there in this…banquet?" I mused, stopping at the stacked trays of marinated lobsters ready to roast. "And the VIPs?"

Kaa-san rolled pine green eyes as she shook her head, though now she hosted a slight trace of smile. It doesn't quite suits her though. Makes her less scary, more…pretty. Mwaaaahhhh why couldn't have I inherited her looks? Sniff, sniff. I looked around for the boiled potatoes, and nearly fainted to see a whole huge pile of small round potatoes happily steaming off in the chilled January air. Was I supposed to peel them all? My eyes landed on Giza, our family turtle (or tortoes, whichever walks on land! Wait, does it even matters?) snoozing beside the flower vase on the dining table. I'm super envious! How come he (or she; how do you check a turtle/tortoise's gender?)

Kaa-san slaved me around all day like a dictator she is. Even when the guests arrived for lunch, she fixed me up in a formal dress, barely breathable. Scary part was, when the conversation pin pointed on me. Well, duh, of course I have no idea when to make jokes among stuffy adults! And to say that I've got to fucking SMILE like they're my favorite bunch in the whole wide world. Things however, finally begun to get more of my type in the later half. Whilst the guests were busy gossiping or playing apple chess, Kazuma somehow managed to persuade Kaa-san to let him take me out for some fresh air. Now, I know what you're thinking, and my answer is NO. He's not a cuddly sweetheart of a brother who loves his sister dearly. Apparently, the bastard had a date and needed a good excuse to sneak out on the New Year's Eve. And taking me out for the walk absolutely had to be the lamest of all excuses in the whole wide world. I mean, who do I look like, his pet dog?

"I'm headed to the Frutti Music Bar. I'll drop you at Mc Donald's on the way. Cool?" Kazuma glanced my way, pine green eyes, mirroring mine. Some people often mistook us for twins when we were younger with our similarity, though his hair seemed a rich darker shade of brown while I was left with a mousy brown rat-nest of a hair.

"Eyes on road, Marshal. And how old do you think I am? Five?" I grumbled crossly, glaring at the car ahead of us.

Kazuma laughed. "Last time I checked, you were in a squealing fit with your new 'cute' Happy Meal toy."

"I was twelve!"

"Looks the same as now though."

"Kazuma…" I growled; ready to pounce on him, only to be reminded as he changed gear, that he was driving.

"You're underage kiddo. Worse, you look like an oversized toddler." Kazuma tittered and I suddenly felt conscious of the unwanted blubber underneath my skin. He's got a point though. I am a whale in size. But there's no way I look like a toddler!

"I have an id." I blurted out. Kazuma gaped at me, his green eyes widened.

He recovered quickly and grinned impishly. "Never knew I had a daredevil sister. Since..?"

"Last fall. Hey! Don't give me that look! Not like you're avidly talking about your affairs!" I huffed defensively, avoiding eye-contact. Talking about your drinking habit with your oblivious nii-chan is certainly not my best liked conversations.

"Mmm…there's not really much to know. I live in an apartment with two other girls as flatmates." Kazuma said nonchalantly, his eyes trained on road. My eyebrows rose up as I leaned forward in anticipation. My brother never talks about his life. Like, ever. "They're both with each other at risqué, in case you're wondering."

"Wow. That's…Kaa-san would have a fit, you know. She likes everything prim and proper. God knows how she'd react if she knows you live with two lesbians." I giggled, trying to imagine a worst case scenario.

Kazuma whacked on the backside of my head. "Get your mind outta the gutter. We're here."

Kazuma pulled up in front of an expensive looking club. Whoa…how long had he been saving up for this? He must really like that girl. Too bad Mari's out of station. We'd have had a blast and I still needed a drinking partner. Maybe I could hook up with someone here? It's a cool place and there's got to be loads of hot meals in here, right?

"I'm allowing you only 'cause I'll be keeping a close watch." Kazuma called after me in a stern note as a scampered out of the parking lot happily.

"A third wheel? Seriously? Do you not care for your little sister's innocence? How would she react to find her brother explicitly mingling with another—" Green eyes narrowed to slits and I fell silent, though still shaking with silent laughter.

"Don't tempt me. Just try not to strut around drunk." Kazuma's eyes flashed dangerously at the last part.

"Hey! I don't strut!" I protested.

"Kazuma-san! Akemashite omedetou gozaimasu."

Both me and Kazuma were caught off-guard at the sudden intervention, eyes immediately darting off to its source. Tresses of caramel blond hairs danced in my sight, covering her face with effortless grace as she bowed a few yards away. The petite, willowy girl in cashmere coat was everything I was not. But just this once, I was happy. The warm look in my brother's eyes sagged out every last bit of envy as he greeted her.

"Akemashite omedetou gozaimasu, Hana-chan." Kazuma bowed, his eyes never leaving her flushed face and suddenly, I felt out of place, out of their personal bubble.

I couldn't believe it though. My brother, who was supposed to be the charming play boy he was well-known for, transformed into Mr. Darcy all of a sudden! Is the Earth still round?

"This is my sister, Yukiko." I snapped back into reality as Kazuma rested a hand on the small of my back. "Yukiko, meet Hikaru Tachibana, a classmate. Shall we head inside?"

Neon lights enveloped me as we faded into the darkness, my shoulders instantly jiggling along with the booming beats. The place was quite packed, but something about today made it more…festive. I found it hard to catch up with the other two among the sea of people. I had never actually been in this bar. We mostly stuck to small bistro bars. A flicker of sliver hair fell into my range of sight and I gaped at the tall willowy woman dressed in all black, embracing my brother. Hana was smiling shyly at the two. Wait…what was going on here?

The woman turned to face me as I finally made it by the trio. She was pretty, but smokin' hot with a bombshell of a body. Somehow, I felt different towards her as she felt slightly…familiar. "Yukiko-chan…how nice to see you here."

I jumped as the voice ghosted right behind me. A very familiar voice.

"Niou!" I half-exclaimed, half-groaned. It doesn't takes a man to be Einstein to know that this guy could only mean trouble.

"Yes?"

"Yo."

I blinked at the two silver haired people. "You're his sister." I said to the sexy lady in black, utterly dumbfounded.

"You don't miss much, do you, bubble head?" Niou chuckled. "This is Kagami."

"Nice to meet you and Happy New Year." Kagami grinned as we shook hands.

"So what's the catch? It can't be all a coincidence, can it?" I asked, speculating each face carefully.

"You didn't tell her anything, did you?" Kagami eyed my brother shrewdly. "Such a meanie. It's our high school reunion party! I mean, come on! It's been AGES since we'd last hung out like this."

"I think I can spot the others." Kazuma stood on his tiptoes, craning his neck to look over the crowd.

"Sure. Let's meet and greet!" Kagami punched her fist in the air enthusiastically. Hard to belive she was this icy demon's sister. "Haru-chan, look after her." she added sternly, looking pointedly at Niou, who lazily shrugged.

"Wait…you're leaving?" I called after my brother, grabbing his hands as he couldn't hear properly over the blaring music.

"Booked a private room for us." Kazuma added with a wink. "Remember what I said."

With that, the small party faded into the crowd, leaving me alone with the idiotic douchebag. Sure, Niou was a classified drinking partner but…hanging out? I highly doubted my own safety.

"Let's get you naked now." Niou's lips ghosted over my ears and I felt myself turning into a blast furnace. WHAT THE FUCK! "Hey! Don't get any rotten ideas, piggy. I meant, baring ourselves with drinks."

Well, that's Niou for ya. Never the one with best manners. If only it could've been Yagyuu-kun from my class. He's like the hottest gentleman I've ever seen! And hey, poise and grace makes you a hell lot more sexier.

"Dry Martini for me." I ordered as we closed in on the bar.

"Heh. Not bad, bubble-head." Niou grinned. "I'll have Whiskey Sour complimented with bourbon."

The bartender nodded as he took off with our order.

"So…you knew they were friends?" I asked, checking out the menu card for my next orders.

"Sure. She tells me everything." Niou said shortly. I narrowed my eyes and he laughed. "Alright, alright, you got me, she doesn't. But I have my ways of finding out." He added with a wink.

"Eugh. You're such a creep!" I exclaimed, feigning a scandalized look.

"Hey, any decent brother would keep tabs on the boys close to his sister, ya know." Niou shrugged sounding anything but defensive. Our drinks arrived and I drowned it all in one go. "I didn't know you were his sister, piggy."

"Did you now?" I eyed him shrewdly. "You owe me a drink."

"For what?"

"IT'S FUCKING NEW YEAR, DUDE!" I yelled, mind getting a bit fuzzy.

I can't remember the rest of the night no matter how hard I try. On a second note, I think I don't even want to. I recall a couple of incidences though, where I almost made out with a random guy if my brother had not barged in and bashed his head out. I think we were thrown out after that particular incident. Might even blacklisted, for all I care, after all it's my life we're talking about! I'm a walking and talking disaster. Where I go, catastrophe follows. The mornings are worse. I guess we were probably busted out in the end as I sit on the edge of my bed, waiting to be lectured. It's Kazuma's turn first for his 'irresponsibility'. How come he landed in a good shape after spending a get together in a fancy bar! Speaking of Kazuma, I can hear his door unlock and SLAM! Kami-sama! Jesus! Allah! God! Whoever's out there puh-lease help meeee! It's my turn now.

Fuck.

January 6

Weight: 8 stones 7 lb (stress, puking and dancing prove to be effective measures for weight loss)

Height: 5 ft 1 (not good enough)

Calories: 0 (excellent –too ashamed and sick to think of eating.)

Hours spent wishing I owned a time machine: all day

Near-disowning threats: 1

Well, at least I can safely say that it's been a terrible start to the year. Can't wait to see how the rest of it goes. Mari-chan wouldn't stop laughing on the line as I recounted the events on call. And guess what? I'm grounded for the whole final term! Even Valentine's Day! Not that I'm likely to get a date anyways. Today was the first day of school of this year and a total wreck. Can't blame myself though, I'm a walking disaster, remember? I didn't even feel like getting up this morning. It's fucking freezing out there! Kaa-san had to drag me out of my bed and well, she forced me to take a shower. Brrrrr…I can still feel the after-chill.

"You're such a bear, Yukiko-chan." Mari giggled as we met up by the maple tree in the school courtyard. "No wonder you look like someone woke you from hibernation."

"Yeah, yeah. Wait…you mean I have dark circles? Kami-sama! I swear! I swear that all I did was eat, sleep and repeat all through the holidays!" I exclaimed pulling an eye as if to 'touch' my dark circles.

The day was a drag, lessons never-ending. I fought hard to stay awake throughout it, my holiday habits automatically kicking in. Often I would spend my time peeking looks at Yagyuu-kun over the window. He always seemed so focused and…collected. I had never spoken directly to him before but he seemed so nice…from a distance. I heard he aced golf and was also a member of the golf club. With his academic proficiency, no doubt he would be a member of the Student Council next year along with a few respective others from my class. Authoritarian bitch Tamiko Sakaki and scary Sanada. Having two successors of Hitler in all my classes is a bit too much to handle at times. Seems as though they're competing over bossiness! Finally the bell rang after the last period, and I breathed a sigh of relief. A hectic first day indeed!

"Matsushiba-san, you are to stay back for cleaning duty today."

Authoritarian Bitch Tamiko towered over me, her long bushy brown hair brushing against my arm. On usual days, I'd have made a face. But as she was to be my role model this year, I nodded enthusiastically and smiled, turning to check the board with whom I was to finish duty with. My enthusiasm wrecked into the epitome of horror when I saw the name Genichirou Sanada scribbled under mine. Bloody hell!

"Tarundoru! You've left those places under the table!" Sanada barked, and by now, I was ready to cry. Why o why did it have to be him of all God-knows-how-many people in this freakin' hell they call school. This guy almost makes me miss my mother's scoldings.

Somebody chuckled at the door and I glowered, ready to bomb at whoever it was, having enough gall to laugh at my misery. Yukimura-kun waved at us as he entered, now dressed in his tennis gear.

"Sanada, I think you've made your point already. Quit scaring the girl any further please."

Okay, I take my words back. Yukimura-kun is an angel! I wonder if he has some blackmailing stuff to make Sanda so agreeable. Sanada grunted, looking around our work of the hour.

"The room seems clean enough. You should return to practice, Sanada." Yukimura-kun suggested, smiling politely at me.

"Hn." was all Sanada-kun said before he left.

"I hope he wasn't imposing on you too much, Matsushiba-san." Yukimura said gently, as I dusted off my skirt.

"Yukiko would be fine, thank you." I blurted out, his intense gaze, catching me off-guard.

"Of course Yukiko-can. Hmm…it's a beautiful name. Suits you." I could've hugged him.

My eyes were already stars and hearts. I could see why he had the largest fan-club. Of course, ever since his tennis team won the Nationals, the whole school practically worshipped the tennis regulars, him being one of them, along with scary-Sanada. Can't imagine him playing such a leisurely sport. How come he's so different from his BFF?

"I'm afraid you're going to have to find out yourself, Yukiko-chan." Yukimura-kun chuckled at my bewilderment.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?" I let out a nervous laugh. I swear there was a dark undertone to his voice. As usual I just had to voice out my thoughts. And to think some people have to take training to do this task. Well, at least it wasn't in the middle of class this time! "I guess I'll see you around then."

Not being in any club is pretty boring. Especially when your best friend is busy at one. However, I would rather join sumo-wrestling than do handicraft club with Mari-chan. I guess I'll have to enroll in a club activity next year in order to not get bored. Maybe I'll get a chance with some hotsome guy here. I was practically skipping in my ecstatic day-dream that I didn't notice bashing my shoulder against someone.

"Hey, watch where you're go—oh, it's you."

I blinked. I was pretty much sure I had never seen this girl before. But she had the school uniform so she must be from the same school. She was pretty but her snide look turned her whole charm into witchy mode. Perhaps I should warn her?

"Senpai, I've found her!" She called out to no one in particular. Heh. She was nuts after all!

Just then a large group, as in a really large group of girls ganged up on me with piercing glares, and if looks could kill, I'd have been a Messiah to be alive after so many deaths.

"Umm…hello?" My greeting was feeble and their temper seemed to have worsened. Oops! "So…did you lose your way or something?"

"Don't try to act all innocent Matsushiba. Veena-chan saw you." the taller girl at the front said and damn…despite the situation, I had to admit. This girl was hot.

"Uh-huh? Sure she did. She's not blind, duh." Crap. Looks like I had just made them even more mad. The girls murmured around me like angry buzzing bees. "So what exactly is the deal with you peeps?"

"Yukimura-sama is ours. Veena saw how cozy you looked around him. You are NOT to associate with the likes of him, got that?" the hot girl at front said. Turns out she's not so hot after all.

"Yeah? And who are you, his mommy?" I crooned, smirking at them challengingly.

"How dare you!" the leader shrieked, her voice echoing down the hallway. The next moment, she pounced on me, pulling my hair, leaving me stashed under her busty frame.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" the other girls chanted gleefully whilst I was vandalized by this monstrous bitch.

"What's going on here?" his voice, though quiet, cut like a knife amongst all this noise. "Nagashite-senpai, please explain yourself as to why you are tormenting my classmate."

That voice…my hero. Tears of joy brimmed in my eyes as Yagyuu-kun helped me up. That's right. He was our class representative. He seemed to be lecturing the other girls for their careless behavior, which was not acceptable by the standards of our school. Geez…he did sound like Sanada...though much more…sophisticated and courteous. A true gentleman…and my hero!

"Matsushiba-san…are you alright?" Yagyuu-kun was waving his hands in front of my face. Crap. Can't believe my mind had to choose this moment to zone out. Let's just say I'm not good with long monotonous speeches.

"I'm fine, although I'd like to have a word with our beloved celebrity Yukimura-kun." I added darkly, my eyebrows twitching in irritation. Kami-sama knows what would've happened if Yagyuu-kun had not shown up. That girl was a monster in the body of a babe.

Practice was nearly over as the captain of the Rikkai tennis team called the members to gather so he could dismiss them. A particular silver haired guy caught my eye, his icy blue eyes gleaming evilly. Bastard Niou…

"You wished to see me, I hear?"

I blinked. I must have spaced out while Yagyuu-kun fetched the imperial demon. And the nerve of him to smile so innocently!

"Yes. We have a…few matters to discuss." I said as formally and politely as I could. I had a good impression to make in front of Yagyuu-kun after all! If I had my ways, Yukimura-kun would be scraping off all the chewing gums I would intently throw away on the campus. "After our exchange today, I was attacked-er-approached by some of your admirers. I was threatened to leave you be or they'd have their way with me. If not for Yagyuu-kun's interruption, God knows what they'd have done to me."

Yukimura nodded apologetically. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that because of me, Yukiko-chan. I absolutely had no idea that they would go this far. Would you like me to have a word with them?"

Yagyuu-kun butted in. "We cannot allow the student's safety to be compromised with such preposterous indulgence of such fan-clubs. You should definitely have them warned, Yukimura-san."

"Understood. Thank you for helping Yukiko-chan here." Yukimura said grimly but smiled at me as he said my name. I couldn't help blush under his gaze, despite my annoyance. All the anger seemed to have gone all poof in a single moment.

"It was my duty to help out as a classmate and as a responsible student. I should excuse myself though, as I have a few errands to run at the library." Yagyuu-kun nodded tersely at me before moving ahead in a brisk pace.

What a day indeed! I found my prince charming, made a few nemesis, was nearly suffocated to death AND made my best friend mad in one whole day! I wish I could just call Mari-chan and tell her everything already! Gotta go though. Loads of homework in Maths and prepare for the pop-quiz in Geography!

Author's Notes:- Okay, so I might have screwed up the Japanese, and I hope you guys might be liberal enough as to not kill me. I tried to keep Yukiko as realistic as possible. Most of the fanfics I've read have really biased OCs. I like reading stories enamoring characters with personality, and I aim for the same with mine! So how was it? And I hope the main characters weren't too OOC. It won't be like some dating sim game, where the lead character comes around directly into the inner circle of the tennis regulars. Trying to keep it as realistic as possible. Tell me if it is up to the mark or not. I love reading reviews.