The streets outside of Rikkaidai weren't that busy during the day. In fact the only time that they were really busy was when school was about to start or end. Unfortunately for our main character, she liked to walk with head down staring at the floor. (not especially safe, unless you've had practice I don't recommend it.) She had the desire to never stick out. Whether it was from childhood traumas(not really being chased up a tree by a dog doesn't count) or just a simple personality, Akada Jiki was average. She liked being average. Just above being average in grades, a basic all rounder in sports and the usual shyness to people she didn't know. So as she walked to school that day, with her head down (as usual), thinking of a song she heard on the radio she didn't notice the big hulking rock just about to pass her. What she did notice was some broken glass on the sidewalk and moved to avoid it. Which sent her straight into said hulking rock's path.

Now usually hulking rocks aren't easily moved (emotionally, physically, spiritually, etc.) so with the slight bump he stayed standing and she fell. But people don't like falling so she grabbed whatever she could to prevent it. Which happened to be the rock's tennis bag.

Snap

Oh shit. Was all Jiki could think as they both watched the tennis bag spring into the road and (remember the streets are only really busy in the mornings) have a car run over it.

Crack

Fuck. Was now the thought as Jiki stared at the broken tennis gear and then the rock. Who she finally realized was Rikkaidai's tennis fukubuchou.

Double fuck. As the Sanada Genichirou looked down at her, rage filling up every pore on his face, his teeth grinding as he tried soooo hard not to bitch slap her (this was only allowed for tennis remember?). So as she scrambled up spewing apologies he tried his best not grab her neck, squeeze, shake and repeat.

'Name.'

'Eh?'

'Your name.' He said through gritted teeth. Now normally Jiki would find this funny. She had been in his class in their first and second years. But the killer raging aura surrounding the area as well the stares from passersby was telling Jiki to be afraid. Very afraid.

'Umm...Akada Jiki.'

'Be at the tennis courts after school. We'll have to discuss this later.'

Sanada then proceeded to fetch his crushed tennis rackets from the road, ignoring the ants scrambling out of way. (Apparently anger management classes are working, who knew?) Jiki on the other hand skipped the usual routine of walking to school and ran the hell out of there to class, where she contemplated her impending doom.


'Ah, Sanada-san, you seem angry.'

Sanada looked over to the voice. The Gentleman of both his team and class was of course sitting in the front with his cool gaze following whoever entered the room. Sanada just grunted and took his seat next to him, dropping his bag a little more forcefully than usual. Yagyuu just cocked an eyebrow but knew well enough to drop the subject.


For the remainder of the morning Sanada was out of it. Way out of it. When the teacher called on him to read, she met a glare that would kill a small animal. She took that as a pass, and tried not to cower in the corner.

But Sanada wasn't angry at his teacher (well not technically), he was angry at himself and the girl who caused this mess. Without his rackets, even for just one afternoon practice could ruin the team's spirit. It would disappoint Yukimura who trusted him to help with discipline(Yukimura you do not need help with that), and this would make him a laughing stock to the other regulars. He would have to ask to borrow a spare racket, or heaven forbid one of the school's. Then he came to the anger directed at Akada. The freeze frame of her falling backwards, grabbing his bag's strap, then having everything being crushed by the car just put more logs on the fire that is Sanada's anger. Did she have any idea what she had done?


Jiki was late to class that morning because even though she had ran all the way across campus, she had waited outside her class door deciding whether she should go in or not for about ten minutes. Didn't Yukimura-san and Sanada-san have some mental link that would tell him she had broken(well the car did, but guilt's a strong emotion) his fukubuchou's rackets? Being in a state of near hysteria makes people self-absorbed. So she didn't notice the footsteps behind her, or the person looking over her shoulder.

'Ne, Akada-san. Why are standing in front of the door. People won't be able to get in.'

'Holy Jesus Mary GOD!' Shouted Jiki as she jumped and fell over (likely cause: heart attack), leaving the Child of God smiling down at her and offering a hand. Jiki would've taken it (don't do it! Never indebt yourself to him!) but the idea of what the afternoon would bring made her politely decline, apologize and walk hurriedly into the classroom. Yukimura just smiled and followed.


When school finally ended Jiki was feeling the physical symptoms of being stressed. After lunch Yukimura had come into the class with a *holy shit holy shit please don't come near me* smile on his face. Which was directed at Jiki. Feeling her stomach implode from fright she had asked to go to the nurse's office. The teacher had reluctantly agreed. And that is where Jiki had spent the rest of the day. Alone, huddled up in ball on one the nurse's beds (cots, things, whatever). With the bell chiming in the distance she had finally worked up enough nerve to walk/stagger to meet her doom in the tennis courts. Once more she hesitated at the entrance. Hyperventilation was somewhere in the near future.

God, you've been great these past years so please, when I die, send me where ever these people won't be going.

Once more caught up in her strange little prayer she failed to notice her surroundings. Again.

'Oi, Senpai-chan. We have practice hurry up.'

'Holy Hell Fuck Shit AAHH!!!' Same reaction, different words.

'Ha, Senpai-chan is funny.'

And the little seaweed head bastard starting laughing his head off. Jiki found this unnerving.

'Oi, squirt she's supposed to talk to Sanada-Fukubuchou. You want to get in trouble again?'

'Hey, don't tell me what to do Marui-senpai!'

And the two shortest regulars started bickering. Hehe.

Turning away to run, the slight girl collided into a rock. The rock wasn't pleased.

'Buchou, she's here.'

And the rock steered Jiki onto the courts to meet one of the scariest people ever to have appeared in TeniPuri. Swallowing her pride, and most of her fear, Jiki got ready to fall on the ground in front of the whole team and beg for forgiveness. Fate however was a cruel mistress and Yukimura smiled at her. But not a *beg for your life and cower in our presence* smile. It was more like *we know something you don't and we love where it's going to go* smile. With this everything went black.

Akada Jiki had fainted but no one really blamed her. That smile made everyone shudder despite being on his side.


'Nmmm...What the...'

'Ah, Akada-san you're awake. We thought we'd have to call the nurse.'

Jiki almost fainted again because waking up with all the regulars crouched around is scary. Unless you're a fan girl then well you were literally screwed if you happened to be a regular. But none the less, the regulars were crowded around Jiki smirking sadistically.

Oh god I'm gonna get raped...wait no beaten to death...tortured? ARGH!

Seeing her flustered face obviously meant she needed clarification.

'Ah, Akada-san we can't have anything happening to you. What would the team be without it's new manager?'

It was a good Jiki was laying down cause, boom, lights out once more.


'Eh, Buchou that may have been a bit much.'

'There was an 82.7% chance she would have fainted again.'

'Well we should probably move her into the shade.'

'Puri~'


Alright first chappy completed!

If the oc turns into a Mary Sue please tell me...and this is a first TeniPuri fic sorry if ooc...

I'm sorry if this was slow and for my random comments everywhere...but some things need to be said*sigh*

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