My Prince of tennis story! Tell me what pairing you want in the review please! And feel free to send in idea's. ^.^- A good idea is always welcomed.
Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing but my imagination... At least I'm free to dream. =p
"Hey did you hear?" a girl asked, her voice soft as she whispered to the other people in the group.
"About what?" more whispers, making the young man lean closer to hear.
"Tezuka's score got beat by a transfer student!"
"Seriously?"
"No way!" voices overlapped, words blocking out other words and the whispers were no longer whispers.
"Tezuka had a final score of 99. Only way to beat that would be to get a perfect 100 on every single test subject." Disbelief was evident in the young freshmans voice as he looked at the other people in their group. The girl leaned in, a sly smirk on her face.
"And the kicker is," she paused, building the others anticipation before continuing, "the transfer student is our age! But he's being put in with the third years." She finished off, a sigh leaving her lips as she pouted at the thought. Suddenly though, a fluffy patch of red hair bursted into the circle that the group created, making them jump to give room.
"Seriously? We have a transfer student thats three years younger than us?" His voice was eager, and all of them could just imagine the young man with little cat ears and tail. Before any of them could answer though, the warning bell rang, signalling the start of homeroom. "Crap! Gotta run, gotta run!"
"FUJI!" A hyperactive voice called out, giving said young man a little warning before he was jumped on from behind.
"Eiji," he stated with a chuckle, looking over his shoulder to the red haired boy clinging to his back. "Did you need something?" He held up a hand to wave to Yukimura who walked over to the duo with a smile on his face.
"Fujiko, Yukiko, guess what!" It didn't even sound like Eiji formed a question, and without waiting for a reply he went ahead and answered, "We have a transfer student coming into our class and he is three," placing a heavy emphasis on the three, Eiji continued, "years younger than us."
Normally closed eyes snapped open in surprise. It wasn't everyday that they got a transfer student, and especially not one in their year that was younger than them. Fuji gave a smile to his hyper friend. "He must have done really well on the tests to have done that." Fuji stated, he himself ranked fourth while Yukimura ranked third. However, the two were not prepared for Eiji's next statement.
"He beat Tezuka."
"What about Tezuka?" a new voice asked, his tone full of arrogance as he looked at the three talking people. Eiji smiled brightly, waving at him and motioning for him to come closer.
"The transfer student beat Tezuka's score on the tests," Eiji repeated, looking at Atobe with a smile before laying his head on Fuji's shoulder. "Got a score of 100, on all of the tests." Atobe Keigo looked at the red head in disbelief etched onto his features. "And he's younger than us by three years."
"There's no way a brat could beat Tezuka. Tezuka is destined to be beaten by Ore-sama."
"And yet you still haven't ranked first yet, Atobe." Yukimura stated with a chuckle, settling at his desk beside Fuji who had somehow gotten Eiji to get off of his back and into his own seat. Atobe flushed red, whether from embarrassment or anger, neither could tell. Before the young master could reply, Ryuuzaki Sumire, the tennis coach and homeroom teacher came into the room, banging on the front desk to stop the talking.
"Sumire-chan to the rescue,(1)"Fuji stated with a chuckle, glancing at Atobe who grumbled and took his seat.
"Fuji, you have no right to call me Sumire-chan.(2)" Ryuuzaki stated, directing a small glare in the boys direction who only smiled in return. She gave a small sigh in defeat; there was no way to win against that boy. "If Eiji hasn't told you yet, we have a transfer student-"
"Did this transfer student really beat Tezuka's score?" Atobe asked, cutting in before their teacher could finish. Without warning a piece of chalk flew at him, hitting him upside the head. "Don't interupt people when they're talking Atobe. Now if you must know, yes. He did." Whispers broke out once again, filling the room with their quiet murmurs. "His name is Echizen Ryoma. Yes he is younger but if I catch even a hint of bullying towards him, I will personally make your life hell." Audible gulps could be heard all around. Everyone knew very well that she would make good on her threat. "C'mon in, Ryoma."
Expecting some nerdy looking boy with an arrogant attitude, it wasn't that surprsing when little gasps broke out. Echizen Ryoma stood at the front of the class, his stance slouched and relaxed as he took in the people around him with his right eye. Black hair with a dark green tint, golden cat-like eye narrowed, and a cocky smirk on small pink lips. His left eye was covered by a patch, stark white against his lightly tanned skin.
"Echizen Ryoma. Don't stalk." He was arrogant. But rightfully so. It wouldn't be a surprise to find out that he had been stalked before with looks like those. Fuji and Yukimura glanced at eachother, a small smirk forming on their faces. The only seat available was the one right between the two of them.
"Find out things on your own!" Sumire called out, waving a hand at Ryoma who was already walking towards the open seat. He could handle himself. But, she thought, looking at the smirking Yukimura and Fuji, maybe I should have warned him about those two. Well he'll figure it out. Hopefully.
As soon as he sat down Ryoma's head was already laying in his arms on the desk. So tired, he thought with a yawn but before he could even start to drift off, a poke to both of his arms made him sit up.
"What?" he asked, lifting his enough to glance at the person who poked his right arm. He knew someone poked his left arm too but they would have to wait. Ryoma noticed that it was a boy and his eyes were closed. But he could tell that the boys surroundings didn't go unnoticed.
"Class hasn't even started and you're already going to sleep?" the boy chuckled, ignoring the fact that he just woke Ryoma up. For that reason alone, Ryoma decided to ignore him. Apparently the boy didn't get the hint that Ryoma wanted nothing to do with him. "I'm Fuji Syuusuke."
"Hn."
"I'm Yukimura Seiichi," supplied the person on his left, the voice so soft and gentle that Ryoma had to look in that direction just to figure out if the voice belonged to a boy or girl. And even then it was hard to tell. So, being the blunt person that he is, he asked.
"What are you?" Fuji laughed at that, holding a hand over his mouth to stiffle the sound. What a blunt person he thought.
"A boy," Yukimura stated, a little miffed at how straightforward the kid was.
"Oh."
"And we have finally reached the ten word mark." Fuji stated, looking at Ryoma with a smile. Ryoma just blankly stared at him. It was too early for this stuff in his opinion. "You have now officially said ten words since you got in."
"You kept count?" Yukimura asked, looking at his friend who nodded, still smiling. "May I ask why?"
"I wanted to see how much he could talk in the span of 10 minutes."
"So one word per minute?" While the two talked, Ryoma settled in and fell asleep, promptly forgetting about the two annoying boys.
"Saa, looks like he fell asleep." Fuji stated with a chuckle, a smile still present on his face. "I think we found an interesting new toy, don't you think Yukiko?" Yukimura nodded, a smile on his own face as well.
(1) Look at episode 19 if you don't remember what I'm talking about it. I thought it was pretty funny myself so I decided to use it.
(2) Just look at the note above. v.v
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