Prejudice

Krizzie: Hiya! Another story!

Yuki: You and your crazy ideas… you know, why are you using this account anyway when this is only your story?

Krizzie: Hey! It's not my fault I often get this sudden idea attacks! About your second question, I just want to! Besides… we're not writing any story yet together so I'm going to fill this account up first!

Yuki: You're insane. And we do have a new story together, you're just not yet through writing the first chapter. The-

Krizzie: DO NOT TELL THEM THE TITLE!

Yuki: sigh… we don't own Captain Tsubasa, it's as simple as that, sue us and we sue you back.

Krizzie: Okay! Let's start!

Chapter One: I am Sanae Nakazawa. I am but a servant maid.

"And the soccer superstar makes another awesome shot on goal!" the TV blared.

Sanae Nakazawa sighed as she listened to the live broadcast of the game of Nankatsu against Hanawa. The results were inevitable and she didn't know why her master had bothered to watch the game.

"What does she see in him anyway?" Sanae muttered under her breath, glaring at the boy on the screen that was making her only goddamn companion on the room to squeal with a pitch so high Sanae believed her eardrums were broken. Sure the Oozora boy was a soccer genius and Sanae wouldn't deny he had looks… but there were a thousand more guys, maybe millions, that would be way better than him.

Sanae was a servant maid, destined to serve the Sugimotos until she makes an heir to take her place.

Ironic, huh? When her family had once been recognized as one of the richest family in the whole Japan, their fame had crumbled like a brick wall that had suffered years of torture just because of a single mistake. And for the rest of her life, she had to pay the debt she hadn't known until she was eighteen. And if she didn't succeed, her child would replace her and it will go on and on until their masters release them from their duty.

Sanae released another pent-up sigh. "Sometimes I feel like I'm the most hated person in the planet."

She looked at her master, whom she served because she was entrusted with the responsibility of being her personal maid.

"Nakazawa! Get me some juice gir- TSUBASA-KUN!" Kumi Sugimoto, the only Sugimoto child squealed as a certain pointy-haired captain made another appearance on the screen.

"Hai." Sanae muttered before she leaned the broom on the wall and went to the kitchen to give some juice to her master.

It was driving her nuts to be around Kumi, especially on times like this, when she's around Tsubasa, well around Tsubasa on the screen anyway. Sanae would bet her month's pay that Kumi would do anything to get married to the soccer genius. And what Kumi wants, Kumi gets. It's like an unwritten rule and one that Sanae had greatly disliked. But she knew Kumi would get what she wanted. Well, why wouldn't she when her family was rich and famous? And Kumi's looks was nothing to look down on.

Almost everyday, Sanae had to endure long stream of curses and at times, beatings, coming from suitors whom Kumi forced her to drive away. She snorted when she looked at the sweaty face of Oozora Tsubasa on the TV, who would want to get married to a guy with balls stuck in his head?

She took a deep breath to clear her mind. She didn't want to think about it for the moment. Instead, she focused on the task at hand: making the snobby little princess her glass of juice. Going inside the spacious kitchen, she grabbed a spoon, took the container of powdered juice, the pitcher of water and finally one of Kumi's favorite glasses.

She rolled her eyes when she heard another squeal down the halls.

A chuckle made her turn around but seeing who it was, she flashed a small smile.

"I see Sugimoto-sama is getting on your nerves for, shall I say… the 47th time?" Taro Misaki, the Sugimotos' chef asked with his usual cheerful smile.

Once upon a time, the Sugimoto heiress also had this intolerable crush on the Misaki boy. And Sanae had always wondered how the hell her closest friend had endured it.

"Yeah, and I sure do hope that you, sir knight, would be as kind as to keep it secret." she said, her irritation completely gone. It always awed her to no end how Taro could easily infect others with his cheery personality. And in times like this, she was glad he was her friend.

Taro returned the smile and went back to cooking. "I would, sweet princess." he faced her. "But I wish you luck in keeping it from the witch herself." He said in a low whisper only intended for Sanae to hear.

They exchanged sadistic grins before Sanae returned to the living room to give the juice to the 'witch' as Taro had quoted. She remembered a time when Kumi was flirting with Taro, of course Sanae had been mad. But who was she to intervene with the young mistress' demands?

She looked at the couch only to find Kumi drooling. The game had just ended, with the score six to nothing. The screen showed Genzou Wakabayashi, the greatest goalkeeper of all Japan who was rumored never to have a goal shot past him his whole career as a goalie. Sanae looked at him before placing the glass on top of the glass coffee table. she briefly wondered why Kumi didn't crush on him. He had greater looks than the Oozora dude, on Sanae's point of view anyway.

Kumi didn't mind her. Sanae wasn't even sure if she had seen her but she couldn't care less. She returned to the kitchen and flashed Taro a shaky smile. Taro gave her a sympathetic look.

Sanae couldn't hold it any longer. She rushed into Taro's arms and cried unto his pristine white apron. Sometimes she wished her family hadn't been ruined. At times like this she wished she wasn't serving the Sugimotos. At times like this, she wished she was just an ordinary girl living her life, attending school, chatting about boys and going shopping, with parents to guide her and friends to stay with her.

But all those were out of reach and as she cried into her only friend's arms, she wished she wasn't Sanae Nakazawa, the servant maid.

Krizzie: So, how was it?

Yuki: I AM SO GONNA KILL KUMI!

Krizzie: Must I remind you that Sanae-chan is currently crying in Taro-kun's arms?

Yuki: (baffled) OMFG! SANAE, WITH ALL DUE RESPECT GET THE HELL OFF MY MAN!

Krizzie: …they're friends.

Yuki: Um… I knew that. Continue.

Krizzie: Interested to know what's gonna happen next? The stay tuned for the next chapter of… PREJUDICE!