Prince of Tennis and its characters are the sole property of Takeshi Konomi. The only character that belongs to me is Doumeki/Ayame.
Chapter 0: My name is Doumeki
"Ayame Ichihara," said the young English teacher in a low baritone; there was no answer. "Ms. Ichihara?" He asked again, raising the pitch of his voice.
"I prefer Doumeki," said a small boy with long, silver-blonde hair as he stood up "My name is Doumeki and I'm a boy." Then the class looked at Doumeki, awestruck.
"I apologize Mr. Ichihara," said the teacher, also surprised, Doumeki Ichihara.
Doumeki nodded and sat back down, acknowledging the correction. As class drew on, small conversations started among the students, most of them having to do with Mr. Ichihara. The teacher abruptly stopped a few, but the majority went on until the end of class.
When the students were released, Doumeki was greeted by his stoic childhood friend. The tall, handsome, bespectacled boy with brown hair waited outside the classroom. Some of the classroom conversations continued as the students, many of whom were glad that it was the end of the class for that day, went into the hallway.
"Oh, Tezuka hi!" said Doumeki, his large light blue eyes filled with shock.
"Hello," Tezuka replied, "Are you doing well?"
"Yeah, yeah, it s not like I got hurt or anything today," Doumeki retorted, trying to act tough.
"I'm still concerned," said Tezuka, softly, his face stoic as ever, he obviously heard bits and pieces of the conversations that come out of the room, "I don't want to see you to get hurt again."
Doumeki showed a look of disdain.
"Just...Don't let your guard down, added Tezuka." The two of them walked to the tennis courts that day, the first year s head bowed in sadness, remembering the day Tezuka mentioned.