AN: "means flashback"

'Means thought'

"Normal"

It's been a while since I've watched, or read, prince of tennis so please be forgiving if I mess up on moves and stuff.

Disclaimer: do not own prince of tennis because I wouldn't be smart enough to come up with this, but I do own Kaida and Naiko.

Tensai Love

I walked down the sidewalk heading towards the school my grandma, Sumire Ryuzaki, coached the boys tennis team at. The wind picked up ruffling the white skirt my grandma forced me to wear, along with my strange style of hair. It was really short in the back and gracefully got longer in the front where it reached my shoulders, my bangs swept to the left covering the secret of my left eye. I wore a blue tang top today though my grandma disapproved of it. Hey it's 90 degrees, or more, out here! You expect me to wear a sweater!

My life isn't the ideal life for a teen. There was this….accident, to put it nicely, in my family causing me to be an orphan and sent to live with some long lost family member in America. They thought it would be better for me. In America I thought I'd be alone, but I met Naiko Atobe. She moved to America to escape her self-centered cousin. She became the reason I started to play tennis again after I vowed never again. We became the best girls' doubles around. She's also the reason I never carried out the thought of suicide.

A week ago I heard the news that my grandma won custody of me and I would be returning home. Two emotions swirled inside me; happiness to finally return home, but also sadness of leaving Naiko.

"Hey don't worry about it. I'll move back with you. We can go to the same school and everything," the silver haired female beamed as she threw her arm over my shoulders.

"You mean it." My eyes were as big as a puppy's when they were begging for food.

"Of course, there's no way I'm letting the Dragon Twins split up when I can prevent it."

She smiled at me and I returned that smile.

A smile ghosted across my red lips at the memory. Right now she's moving her stuff back into her house.

"Kaida!" an elderly, feminine voice called to me.

I looked up and smiled when I saw my grandma standing on the sidelines of a tennis court, which reminded me why I was here in the first place.

"Grandma!" I called back waving at her.

"Come here for a little before meeting up with Sakuno," she said.

"Fine, but if she starts worrying I'm blaming you," I said before entering the court.

"Everyone, this is my granddaughter Kaida Amustru," grandma said to the eight people wearing blue and white uniforms.

"Konichiwa," I greeted them.

I put on a fake smile and tried to seem pleasant to them.

"Hello," they replied in unison.

"I've been talking a lot about you," My grandma stated.

"Okay….and I care why?" I asked already dreading what she had planned next.

Come on, I already have to help my cousin out with this I don't want to have to help out with her practice too.

"I believe that several of them want to play you in a match." Yep, I know what's coming next.

"Maybe some other time, you know how Sakuno get's when she has to wait for too long. I'm already late as it is and I don't feel like getting yelled at by her today," I tried to excuse myself.

"Oh, we can just call her. She'll understand. It'll be a quick match," she tried to persuade.

"but-"

"No butts." She looked at me sternly.

I sighed. "Fine."

A smile broke out across her wrinkled face. I sighed again.

Why do I always get dragged into things?

I dropped my tennis bag on one of the side benches.

'Naiko left her rackets in here again,' I pointed out to myself as I shuffled between the four rackets before grabbing my favorite yellow one.

"Fuji, why don't you go first?" Grandma smiled at the light brown haired male whose eyes were closed and a friendly smile on his face.

I smiled at the mention of his name. It's been forever since I saw him; at least that's what it feels like to me.

"Hai sensei," he said as he picked up his racket.

He headed towards the left court and I stood on the right hand court.

"You call it," I said positioning my racket to see who would serve first.

"Up," he said.

With a twist of my wrist the racket started to spin on its end before falling to the ground. The 'K' was positioned correctly for someone to read meaning it was his choice.

"It's up, your serve," I said snatching up my racket.

"I'll give you the serve," he stated with his smile still place on his face.

"Ok, but you're going to regret it."

I walked back behind the white line and some first year threw me the ball. Bonk, Bonk the tennis ball hit the concrete twice before I gracefully threw it in the air directly above me. Wank, the racket face sent the ball soaring threw the air. It zoomed past him, even the fastest of people could never reach it. Shock washed over his features along with all of his teammates. His facial expression reminded me of the first time I played him when I was little.

"Come on Kaida, I can teach you how to play," a little, light brown haired boy said to a little me with long blonde hair.

"But I'm no good at tennis; o-kaa-san always tells me that." Tears flowed from my blue-green eyes.

"We'll prove him wrong. Trust me I'll help you." Fuji smiled down at me.

"Me too, me too," little Yuuta jumped in too.

"Do you mean it," I sniffled out as I wiped tears from my checks.

"Of course we mean it."

I smiled back at Fuji before lifting myself up from the ground and grabbed my racket.

"Well I see what your problem is, you're gripping the racket wrong," Fuji pointed out.

He grabbed my hand and fixed it to where it's supposed to be.

"That feels so much better," I said swinging the racket once.

"Now let's see how much that actually helped."

Fuji walked onto the opposite court as I walked onto the other. Tennis ball in hand as I walked to the white line, I bounced it a couple of times before throwing it into the air. The face of the racket quickly made contact and sent to tennis ball flying, it spun in a weird way and when it hit on the other side of the net it twisted in the opposite direction. Fuji's eyes were opened wide as he look in disbelief at the tennis ball on the other side of the court and back to me.

"What?" I asked worried by the expression he wore.

"How did you do that?" Yuuta was the first to ask.

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

"What the heck was that?" the tall black haired male with purple eyes asked.

"It's a special serve that no one has ever been able to break. The first is always the slowest one. If you can't get the first one there's no way you'll reach any of the others," I explained.

"Didn't you give it a name?" Grandma asked.

"Not me, but a friend of mine did," I answered.

"Yep, I did," came another female voice from beside the other members.

Everyone turned to look at the silver haired female. Who was wearing her tennis white skirt too and a black sweater like normal.

"Ohayo, Naiko." I smiled at her.

"Good morning," she greeted back.

"I'm confused," the redheaded boy stated looking between me and Naiko.

"Go on Naiko tell them while I continue my match."

"I'm Naiko Atobe. Yes, my cousin is Keigo, but I hate his guts. I'm Kaida's doubles partner and best friend. I also made up her nickname and the names of most of her moves," Naiko stated.

"Wait, what?" the black haired, tall male said in confusion.

"Ignoring you," Naiko said.

"Can you explain please?" the redheaded boy asked.

"That serve I call it the 'Flaming Dragon Serve.'"

"Why?"
"Seriously? Kaida means 'little dragon' and that's a fast serve. Put two and two together."

I smirked as I prepared to serve again this time 20% faster than the last and 15% harder. Throwing the ball in the air and hitting it over the net thinking that it wouldn't be returned, my smirk fell when Fuji returned it.

"That's the Higuma Otoshi!" The redhead said excitedly.

Naiko looked shocked that my serve was broken.

I smirked again though, quickly performing what Naiko named the 'Dancing Dragon' I gracefully moved across the court and performed another of my special moves. Slicing the spin of Fuji's move and using its power to rotate the ball in the opposite direction it looks like a lobe and that's what it's meant to do, in reality it dives right after the net and hits only centimeters away from the net. This is meant so that the opponent will head to the back of the court and have no time to change directions to counter it.

Everyone's faces once again washed over with shock.

I smirked at Fuji. "That move only works for smashes Fuji, but it was smart to try. I'm glad you noticed that my serve was much like a smash, but the calculations are slightly different."

He smirked back at me.

"The move she just did I call it the 'Dive-Bombing Dragon'. If you haven't noticed but each of her shots is calculated into a physics equation that she created herself. She's a genius, not only in tennis but in everything," Naiko explained to the confused tennis regulars.

"You may have been able to break my serve Fuji, but I'm not going to play a child's game anymore. It's time to get serious about this," I said pointing my racket at him.

"If you say so," he stated with that annoying smile plastered on his face.

'Just you wait Fuji, I'll make you play with your eyes open,' I said in my head heading back to the white line.