AN: Great! My first story for Prince of Tennis! And it's going to be a chapter story, no less! I'm so excited, since I love this fandom. Okay, sorry in advance for any typos that spellcheck didn't catch, but I don't have a beta for this story. I'll try and find one. Also, I just sorta came up with this idea randomly. Sorta. By the way, I'm supposed to be working on English homework right now before it rains. Shhhh! ._.

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis, sadly.T_T

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Brown eyes stared boredly at the clouds.

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A hand reached up to adjust a navy, almost black, backward baseball cap, which rested on a head of brown hair tickling a chin.

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Legs shifted on a park bench, ruffling baggy cargo shorts.

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Another hand lifted and casually gave the finger to staring passerbys. Blushing at being caught, they walked by, muttering under their breath things that sounded suspiciously like 'What a rude girl'...

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Then again, Masako Ishikawa was anything but well-mannered.

At thirteen years old and in the eighth grade, she had an attitude that would make mothers gasp in horror. This, coupled with a mouth that was equipped with a sharp tongue, wasn't really what adults thought as appealing.

None of this mattered much to Masako, who had learned at a very early age to, in her own words, 'not give a crap' what others thought of her. The only people who really mattered to her were her parents and her friends. The latter of which were currently MIA.

Sighing in irritation, Masako continued staring at the clouds and once again popped her gum.

Pop!

Looking at a cloud that was vaguely starting to resemble a very fluffy bunny, Masako let her thoughts wander. 'Jeezus,' she thought. 'I'm so bored! Why can't I be back in America, where something weird happens around every corner? Like that one time Shi-chan and I entered that restaurant across town...' She snickered at the memory. That boy was probably deathly afraid of hot sauce and ball pits thanks to them.

Ah, yes, she and Shi-chan had been banned from there. How were they to know the boy was the son of the manager there? Masako had decided then and there that life was, indeed, a bitch.

Grinning at the memory, Masako switched her gaze from the sky, downward, to two boys playing tennis in the park she had taken refuge in.

Tennis, Masako mused, was a sport a lot of her friends were obsessed with. Well, not obsessed, but they did spend an abnormally large amount of time playing it. And they were pretty good, despite going to an all girl school, full of girls from around the world, dedicated to the arts.

Which led to why Masako was alone, sitting on a park bench in Japan, a million miles away from home in America. It was, in her opinion, quite a lousy project. She could still hear her teacher's voice, and feel the breath wafting over her face as the teacher passed by her. It was strange, but for some reason her teacher always had tuna breath...

'Class, it'll be fun! All of you get to choose a country to go to, anywhere in the world! You'll spend a week there, and when you get back you'll act out your week for the class! Won't that be fun?'

No, Masako thought with a grimace, it was definitely not fun. Because her friends had immediately dashed out of the airport, running off to god-knows-where, yelling things about 'shopping', 'culture', and 'sights'. She, on the other hand, had opted to spend a quiet day in the park. Except it had gotten boring. Fast.

She continued staring at the cloud-bunny, which now looked like it had grown fangs. Cool.

She was so busy staring at it, she almost didn't see the tennis ball flying towards her face.

Almost.

Life, she decided, was out to get her.

Reaching out a hand, she caught the yellow blur, amazed she had even managed such a feat in the first place. Growling in anger, she dropped the hand holding the ball to her side when she saw the two boys running up to her. One had blue hair and violet like eyes, and the other had hair as black as night, with chocolate eyes. She would have thought he was rather handsome, if not for the fact he had nearly impaled her with a tennis ball. 'Okay,' Masako thought grumpily, 'that's exaggerating a bit, even for me.'

Stopping in front of her, one was about to speak, but she cut him off. "Watch where you're hitting these things!" Masako snarled, tossing the tennis ball in their direction. The black haired boy caught it, and they both frowned in disapproval.

"We're sorry for the trouble we've caused you." The one that spoke was the blue haired one. "My partner got a little carried away, and hit a shot that flew out of the court."

Masako sneered. "Obviously." Then, as if a switch had been flipped, her brow unfurrowed and she stopped glaring. "But at least you apologized. That's more than I could've hoped for, I guess. Apology accepted."

The blue haired boy blinked at her abrupt change of personality, then smiled. "Do you mind if we join you? You look like you could use some company, and we were done practicing anyway."

The stricter looking boy started to protest. "Yukimura-"

"It's rude to interrupt a conversation, you know," Masako cut him off, twirling her short hair around a finger. "And I'd love to have you join me. It's been boring." 'Sheesh,' she thought, eyeing the boy up and down, 'He looks like he's got a stick up his a-'

Chuckling at the irony, Yukimura sat next to her on the bench. He looked at his friend, whose frown had deepened in annoyance at the girl's nonchalant and rude behavior. "Come on, Sanada, she won't bite." 'At least,' he thought, 'I hope not...'

Reluctantly, Sanada sat down on Masako's left, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Masako caught his glances and smirked. "Cat got your tongue?" She asked innocently, grinning rather cheekily.

Sanada tensed up, extremely ruffled. How rude!

Yukimura smiled at the two. This was just too good. It looked as if Sanada had finally met his match in this feisty girl. He changed the subject, however, to save his friend from the girl's teasing. "So, what were you doing before we came over?"

Instead of answering him, though, Masako stretched out her arms, encircling the two boys' shoulders. Yukimura continued smiling, while Sanada glared slightly. She was acting familiar already, and she hardly even knew them.

"Boys, how do you feel about cloud gazing?"

"I have to go now."

Masako had spent the whole afternoon with the boys, but now it was time to leave. She had a hotel to get to, after all. As much as she hated to admit it, she'd grown rather fond to them during their few hours spent together.

Yukimura nodded, then glanced at his watch. "Yes, it seems as if it's time for us to leave as well."

Grinning, she heaved her backpack over her shoulder and tugged her suitcase to rest beside her. "I guess I'll be seeing you, Yukimura, Sanada." The first opted for another smile, while the latter just nodded.

Turning around, she started walking. She was about ten yards away when she heard a shout that made her spin around.

"Wait!"

Surprisingly, it was Sanada. He was still standing next to Yukimura, watching her go.

"What is it?" Masako called back. She really needed to leave!

"You forgot to tell us your name!" He shouted back.

Frowning, Masako realized he was right. Thinking for a minute, he lips slowly curled into a smile. She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "No I didn't!" Then she did the last thing either of the two boys thought she would do; she reached up and pulled off her cap.

Masako smiled at it fondly for a moment, and then, with a sweep of her hand and the strong wind that picked up, she tossed it in their direction as if it were a frisbee.

Sanada reached out with firm hands and caught it. He looked at her questioningly, and she winked.

"You can keep it! Consider it a gift to remember me by! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go!" She turned around and ran a few yards, then stopped abruptly and turned back, cupping her hands around her mouth once more and calling, "Ja ne! I hope we meet again someday!" And with that, she was gone.

Sanada was still watching the place where she had disappeared, when Yukimura took the cap from him. He turned it over to look at it closely, and his smile seemed to grow. Still grinning, he handed it back to Sanada. "Check the tag."

Puzzled, Sanada did as he was told. There, written on the tag in permanent marker, was a name.

Masako Ishikawa

Stoically, he reached up and placed the cap on his head. It fit perfectly.

'Ne, don't you two think that cloud looks like a tennis racket?'

"She's an interesting one, eh Genichirou?"

"Aa."

AN: Okay, that's the first chapter! There'll be one chapter for each day of the week they're in Japan, and there'll be different pairings. By the way, whoever can tell me why Masako's name is ironic first, YOU get to choose the next pairing. It has to be approved by me, of course. Thanks for reading, and leave a review if you have time! I like critiques.:) But anything is welcome.