Goddess of Tennis
When people see her on the court, all they see is grace, sophistication, and no mercy. She takes down her opponents, no matter how good or famous he or she is, within 20-30 minutes. Her shortest match was 5 minutes, and she was against one of the top ten players in the world. She is the top of the tennis world, holding the Grand Slam title for 2 years straight. She is the youngest holder of the title ever in the history of tennis. She is only 15.
But, no one could tell that she was a monster on court just by looking at her. Her kind and beautiful face made it seem impossible to be so. Her ebony long hair that was long barrel curled at the bottom was as soft as silk and reached to the small of her back. Her gorgeous amethyst eyes that had a rim of silver near the pupil were breath-taking and held so much gentleness and affection. Her slim figure that was covered in porcelain skin that had not even one pimple or blemish on it.
And her name was Terumi Miyako.
And now she has arrived back to Japan to take prove her title as the Goddess of Tennis, and what better place to be at than where she learned it all.
The U-17 camp.
She arrived in the Narita International Airport from her last match in Italy. She gathered her luggage from the conveyer belt and started to roll it. As she walked, she got many glances from guys. She was adorned in studded jean shirt with black leather leggings and walking in tan lace-up platform boots. She was reading her letter when she felt herself collide with a wall of muscle. She fumbled backwards but caught herself. And when she looked up from her feet and she immediately recognized the wall.
"E-echizen Ryoma." She stuttered in amazement. He lifted a brow and stared at her for a long time while drinking in her appearance, trying to remember her face.
"Who are you?" he said after 2 minutes of trying to remember her but to no avail.
"I'm Terumi Miyako." She introduced herself while holding her hand out for him to shake which he took. It sounded familiar to Ryoma but he couldn't put his finger on it. He spotted her large Chanel tennis bag on her back.
"You play?" He asked which moving his head towards the bag.
"Yeah, whenever I can." She smiled. Her phone buzzed in her hand and the caller ID was her long-time friend. She dragged the "accept" button "Kazu-chan!" She said cheerfully.
"Ja, see you Terumi." He said dismissing himself and she waved as he left.
"Nani, Kazu-chan?" She started to walk to the exit.
"Baka, don't you remember who is picking you up?" A harsh voice was scolding her like a child which made her pout.
"Of course I do, but I met this guy at the gate and he's a great tennis player!" She started to go on and on about the guy and somehow failed to mention his name. She was still talking about him when she was tapped on the shoulder. She twirled around to find herself looking up at her friend. And at that she dropped her phone and jumped up to hug him.
"Kazu-chan!" She squealed. He sighed but gave into her hug and returned it. He finally pried her off and she got her phone off the floor. He grabbed her luggage and started to walk to the door. They loaded her things into the camp's car. They had a joyful ride, at least more so on her side. And the reason for that, besides seeing him after 2 years, was he had a huge bag of her favorite foods. She munched happily as she talked after every mouthful. She finished about ¾ of the bag by the time they got to the camp. She jumped out and gathered the food and her tennis bag and left her luggage for him. She unlocked her room and quickly removed all the white sheets over the furniture. After setting the food onto the mahogany coffee table, he walked into the room with her things.
"You know, these are YOUR belongings." He huffed and she smiled sheepishly at him.
"Sorry! I'll make it up to you!" She grinned and got up.
"And how would you do that?" He raised a brow as she strode over to him.
"A new racquet?" She nervously smiled.
"I have plenty."
"New shoes?"
"Maybe."
"I got new tea from London, China, South Korea, and Switzerland that would fit your tastes."
"….I'll boil the water." He went off to the kitchen in her room and started the water. She grinned in triumph before digging through her luggage for the leaves.
"Which one do you want?" She said loudly.
"The one from London." He said back as he turned on the stove. She walked over to the kitchen and then set the box down. She reached up into the cabinets where she retrieved two mugs. One was blue and the other was pink while both had a cute smiling face on it. She measured the amount of leaves and set it into the cups. The kettle started to whistle and he carefully poured into the water in a way only experts knew. Then she heard a knocking at the door and quickly walked over to open it.
"Jiro-chan! Kan-kun!" She happily greeted. "Come in! Kazuya and I just made some tea. Which you like the same or others?" She said as she lead them to the kitchen then went to her luggage.
"If you have any Chinese tea on you, it would be heavenly." Irie Kanata replied and Oni Jujiro just grunted in agreement.
"You are in heaven then!" She went to the cabinets and got two similar cups but on was yellow and the other was light green. She scooped the tea leaves in and let Kazuya put in the water. The four began talking about how life has been in the last 2 years and all 3 could agree they missed her as much as she missed them.
"You are still short. Didn't I tell you that you have to drink at least 1 glass of milk a day?" Kazuya said while observing her without her shoes on.
"Ah, hush Kazu-chan." She huffed out while going back to drinking her tea.
"Saa, you are still shorter than me. That's not ever good." Kanata commented with a slight chuckle.
"Ah, not you too! Jiro-chan, my height is fine right?" She looked at the red-haired giant with puppy eyes.
"Sure." And then he drank his tea again.
"Ah! That's right." She rushed to her luggage and retrieved a bag. "I got some sweets and snacks from my travels. Want to try?" She asked while starting to plate some.
"There's only food on your mind, huh Miyako?" Kazuya said while rolling his eyes in disbelief.
"I don't…I only….fine yeah you win." She pouted as she carried out a large plate of sweets and snacks. On the plate were macaroons, chocolates, crackers, and many more. They all ate and laughed and that's when a call came onto her room's phone. She answered it and heard a familiar breezy voice.
"Ah, Miyako, so it's true~!" he said with a smile even she could hear over the phone.
"Hi Saito-san." She said with a small smile of amusement.
"I just wanted to fill you and the three on what's happening today. So can you put me on speaker?" He asked.
"Alright, one second. GUYS, SAITO WANTS TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING!" She yelled and they walked quickly over. She pressed the speaker button and they all sat down on her red leather couch.
"Hey guys, I just wanted to inform you that we have invited 50 very talented middle schoolers to attend camp here. Now, we will be dropping 250 tennis balls and whoever catches one gets to stay. So I suggest you head outside soon." The four nodded at each other and hung up and headed to the courts.
They arrived right when two members from court 13 were demoted to court 14. Miyako went to one of the vending machines and got a can of apple juice. They specifically put it in because she kept complaining about it. She watched as the plane went overhead and grabbed a single ball and watched in amusement at the frantic players trying to grab a single one. But it seems most were caught by the middle schoolers and most got more than 1. They started to walk down the stairs when a familiar figure caught her eye.
"Is that who I think it is?" She said as she saw the signature hat. She smiled when she saw his face. Of course it is. She continued to drink her juice until it was all emptied and she threw it away as everyone started to greet the prince.
"Who is that, Miyako?" Kanata asked.
"He's one of the best players I know of. His name is Echizen Ryoma, son of Samurai Nanjiroh. I've seen him play in America and he's really good. At least for his age. He hasn't started to play the really good high schoolers yet so I wouldn't be surprised if even Kazuya beats him." She explained to them and they all nodded and went back to watching.
"HEY YOU MIDDLE SCHOOLERS! You can't pick up all the balls!" A bleached tall guy hollered at them.
"Just pitiful." She mumbled.
"All those who did not get a ball, please leave as quickly as you can." The intercom said. That's when all of it started. Sasabe Junichi challenged "four-eyes" and it turned out that Ryoma took Koharu's glasses. But in the end, it was Matsudaira Chikao who went up against him.
"They don't know what they are up against, so foolish." Kazuya said with disdain and narrowed eyes.
"Careful Kazu-chan, your eyes might just stay that way." She said breezily as she watched the match begin. Not long after, he was thoroughly beaten. And soon all the middle schoolers beat many high schoolers with ease. And then, Sanada Genichirou put a hole through Sasabe's racquet. She rolled her eyes.
"Isn't this battle of measure of the opponent's strength kind of stupid?" Jujiro said that made eyes turn to them. "This is unsightly! Those who haven't been able to obtain a ball should have gone home already. Anything other than that is disgraceful and pollutes the air." He looked at them with disgust.
"Maa, maa, you are scaring them, Jiro-chan." She mumbled that only the 3 could hear.
"A-aniki." Sasabe stuttered before running off.
"Ehhh!? Where's everyone going? I didn't get to play yet!" A red haired boy complained.
"Sorry but having personal matches are forbidden around here." Kanata said with a slight smile. She walked next to him and Kazuya stood next to her.
"Here in the U-17 camp, everyone is separated by their strength. The courts range from 1-16. The lower number court, the better players are placed in there." She explained to them and received many surprised looks and winks. She rolled her eyes and rested them on a certain capped boy.
"The rule is to beat someone to get into a better court." He smiled. "I am Irie Kanata, court 3."
"Oni…court 5." He said while rubbing his chin.
"Terumi Miyako….what should I say? How about….court 0." She smiled wickedly. And then a seaweed haired boy came up to Kazuya and touched him. Ah…..sorry boy.
"Hey, are you strong? What's your na…" he froze on the spot at the sight of Kazuya's ice cold eyes.
"You want to go home that badly?" He said and then he turned around. "Let's get back to practice." She rolled her eyes and leaned to the boy.
"Tokugawa Kazuya, court 1." She smirked and walked off with them.
"I think….I've met her before." Ryoma said while blinking.