"Thank you for riding International Airlines, Have a great day." Says the attendant over the PA system. I yawn quite bored with everything. I have just arrived in Tokyo, Japan to finally move in with the rest of my family.

After grabbing my bags from claim I wave down a taxi telling the driver my destination. As I look out of the window watching the passing scenery, out the corner of my eye I could see the driver giving me constant glances. It was getting extremely annoying.

"So you play tennis?" he finally asked after I had dug through my bag for a not to cold ponta. "Yeah, why?" I asked. He chuckled. "There's a tournament going on at the park just up here between the middle schools, are you going to participate?" he asked. I shook my head. He definitely though I was a guy. This made me silently laugh to myself.

I guess the way that I dress would make people think I was the other gender. I wore an oversized black shirt with green flaming letters that said 'GET LOST OR DIE' on it. My black jeans were cuffed to just under the knee like Capri's. I wore a green wrist band on my left wrist, my Timberland boots were black and untied, while my waist length hair was hidden under a black cap with a green 'K' on it (somewhat like Ryomas). I smirk to myself. "You know what? Just drop me off at the tournament." I instruct, he nods.

When we arrive I grab my bags and pay the man after correcting him on my gender. When he found out he had a look of shock and apologized profusely. I walked up the steps my left hand deep in my pocket.

'Now what school does the kid go to?' I ask myself. I pull out my cell phone and call up my dad.

"Moshi, Moshi----" I cut him off before he could finish.

"Oi, Os-san, what school does he go to?"

"Nani?"

"I'm at the tournament."

"Oh. Seishun Gakuen. You can't miss them; they probably have a big crowd."

"Got it." I said and hung up. Although it may seem like we don't get along, which is true, we really do love each other. Really we do.

"I look around for awhile before I see a huge crowd around one particular court. I walk closer to see it was against Seigaku and Fudomine. I got there just in time to see singles 2: Ibu Shinji vs. Echizen Ryoma.

'The kid's drawn quite a crowd.' I think impressed. The match starts and the kid-Ryoma-is doing good until the opponent starts to do 'Spot'. This goes on for awhile until Ryoma loses his grip on the racket and gets hurt.

'Kuso!' I yell mentally as I run and jump over the wall, startling bystanders, and onto the court.

"Hey kid you alright?" I ask concerned. It seems that as soon as I spoke his face was shocked. "Nee-san?" I let a small smile grace my features as I help him over to the bench with his team.

"Who are you?" Asks a guy with black hair and dark green eyes. 'I don't have time for this!' "Get me first aid." I said examining Ryoma's wound. No one moved. "Who the hell are you?" cam the question again, but this time from a guy with spiky black hair and purple eyes. "GET ME THE FIRST AID, DAMN IT!!!!" I yell. They jump at my loud voice quickly bringing the box.

Within 10 minutes the wound is cleaned and the entire eye is bandaged with a gauze and medical tape. "There, it should hold for just about 15 minutes. You better win kid." I comment before beginning to walk away.

"Wait!" yells a voice. I stop and turn half way hands in my pockets. "Who are you?" they ask again. I sigh, turn, and walk away with a wave. "Just a nearby medic."