Hey there! New story from me :)

This's gonna be Yukimura-centric. 3 chapters in total. There's an OC but no romance.

About the OC, I just wanna write someone related to tennis but not so good in it. (If she was, then she would become a Mary-Sue)

My first attempt to write a hurt/comfort fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own POT.

Sorry for any grammatical error and typo.

Enjoy! I hope you like it!

Is Tennis Fun?

Chapter 1

For Yukimura Seiichi, the captain of Rikkaidai Fuzoku Boys Tennis Club, winning was everything. For the sake of their 3rd wins in the nation, he pushed everyone to train their tennis skill to the point where some people would lost their love toward tennis. However, he could care less. Those people were nothing but loser for him. Rikkaidai didn't accept failure. Only the strongest ones, both mentally and physically, could become the best.

Without realizing it, the way he thought about winning and being the best were everything also changed his own affection toward tennis. Sure, he still loved tennis, but tennis was no fun for him anymore.

However, the match between him and Echizen eventually made him realize everything.

Tennis was fun. That was what the boy told him.

It was sad that he and Rikkaidai lost, but he got something that even more precious than everything. Finally he understood what the most important thing in tennis was.

He wanted to regain his long lost passion toward tennis. He wanted to change.

And it was when a series of unexpected event happened…

"Yukimura-kun, can we talk for a moment?"

The said boy looked at the one who had just interrupted his peaceful lunch time with his teammates; it was one of the 1st year teachers. "Yes, Sensei." He stood up and followed the teacher exiting his class room.

"Anything I can help, Yamada-sensei?" He asked politely.

Yamada-sensei looked uncertain for a while. Yukimura slightly raised a brow wondering what was wrong with this teacher, as the 1st year teachers usually had nothing to do with 3rd year students.

"Well," Yamada-sensei finally talked, "I'm just wondering if you can help me out a little."

"What exactly is it?" Yukimura asked directly.

"Actually I have a gym class after lunch time and it is about tennis," The teacher said, "But unfortunately I got *coughs* something important *coughs coughs* to do."

"And?"

Yamada-sensei looked nervously at Yukimura, the boy was smiling but somehow he felt a very uneasy feeling. "And I'm just wondering if you can substitute me teaching the first year, considering you're really experienced here."

Yukimura thought for a while. There was something fishy here, no doubt about it. It was really strange a teacher asking a student to substitute him in a class and if the what so called something important had been that important, Yamada-sensei could have asked the principal for permission to cancel the class or find another gym teacher to help him out.

Then again, he was having a chemistry class after this and it was a mixed class with class B which would take place in laboratory. And without being a Yanagi Renji, he could easily predict that Niou would make the whole laboratory explode.

"It's okay if you don't want to. I understand class is more importa-"

"It's okay Sensei. I'll help you." Yukimura smiled greedily.

"Oh, really, Yukimura-kun?" Yamada-sensei's eyes sparkled as Yukimura gave him a nod. "Here's the gym key. I'll be back before the period end!" Then he fled happily leaving Yukimura, not knowing that the boy had mentally noted to tell the Principal about this.

"Good afternoon." Yukimura greeted as he entered the gym.

"OMG! IT'S YUKIMURA-SENPAI!" One of the girls gasped. The whole class looked at her, wondering what had just happened with her, then they looked at him and joined her gasping in mixed of surprise and amazement.

"Good afternoon," He repeated. "Maybe some of you are wondering why I am here. Well, Yamada-sensei asked me to teach you in his place as he has something important to do. Any question? No? Then let's start with the basic warm up then forehand and backhand swing 100- I mean, 20 times each."

Yukimura was trying his best not to be a spartan. Although some of these kids were not so good while the rest were hopeless.

'You can't be so cruel to them. Remember they're just beginners. They're still learning.' That was what he kept telling himself when he felt urges to assign them countless laps.

'The fastest way to master tennis is by learning to love it first. You can't just make them hate it before even knowing the fun of it! Tennis is fun.'

"Good." He clapped his hand to gained attention. "Now make a group of two and start practicing with your partner." He pointed at the courts. "We only have some courts here so all of you have to play by turns. Understand? Then, enjoy playing."

After encouraging them, he walked aside and stood leaning against a wall, watching them playing. Their skills were really bad indeed. Some of them missed the easiest balls to return; some other didn't even bother to run catching balls and just stood in the middle. They were no good. However, it was a pleasure to him seeing how they face lit up every time they could return the balls.

Tennis was fun, wasn't it?

He watched them playing for almost 1 hour long, sometimes he chuckled upon seeing their funny acts on the courts. Most of them had tried playing at least once, he noted. He looked around; there were only about 3 more pairs that hadn't got their turn.

For once, someone caught his attention. He didn't notice it before, but someone was sitting alone in the corner with a sulking face.

Wondering what was wrong with her, he approached her.

"Are you okay?" He asked in worried voice as he bent down in front of her. "Are you sick?"

She looked up; staring at him for a while then looked down again. "I'm okay, thank you."

He looked closely at her. She wasn't as pale as he had thought, much for his relief. "Then why aren't you playing? You haven't played at all, have you?"

She just looked down and gave no reply, which made him more curious.

"Oh, maybe you didn't get any partner?" He tried to guess. "You should have told me earlier. Nah, it's okay though. Let's ask one of your friends to play with you, shall we?"

"No!" She suddenly shouted. He blinked, looking at her in surprised. "O- Oh, I'm sorry, Senpai," She gapped. "I mean, you don't have to do that. I'm okay; I just don't feeling like to play."

He sighed. What an excuse. "You can't do that. Everyone had to play, that's what Yamada-sensei told me."

Her face shown that she regretted she had picked a wrong excuse. "But I can't play tennis." She squeaked.

"I'll teach you then," He smiled. "Now, get up and pick your racket. I'll be your partner."

"Senpai…" She desperately tried to stop him but he had already gone to the nearest court and was asking the two boys who was playing there if he could use the court for a while. The two boys nodded and soon they left the court.

Yukimura looked back at her, who was still hesitating standing outside the court, and called her. "I'll serve first. Don't worry, I'll go easy."

She silently nodded and walked to the other side of the court.

He saw her took her place on the court and got ready. 'Not so bad.' He thought as he observed her grip and the way she stood. He took out a tennis ball from his pocket, getting ready to serve, and then suddenly something popped in his head. "Oh, I'm sorry I haven't asked your name."

"Akagi… Akagi Mei…"

"Then, Mei-chan, let's enjoy the game." He smiled once again then served the ball softly.

The ball bounce on Mei's side and she returned it. He easily caught the ball and soon they began rallying.

"You're good. You got some talents." He commented as he got ready to return another ball. 'She's better than I thought. Maybe I should fasten the ball a little.'

Soon, Yukimura regretted his decision.

He was kinda too excited to see how far this girl could go thus he used a little too much strength and the ball went faster than he expected. She wasn't ready at all as the ball bounced much quicker than it had been and went up almost hitting her on the face.

"NOOOO!" She screamed on top of her lungs. She dropped onto the ground, hands on her head.

"Are you alright?" He asked in panic and ran toward her as fast as he could. "Did it hit you?"

He grabbed her shoulders trying to get a better view of her face, which was now covered with her hair. "Mei-chan, please answer me."

She still didn't reply him; instead she began mumbling about something he could barely get.

"Mei-chan..." He desperately called her. Her face was terrible with her eyes focused on nothing.

"...don't…anymore…I…tennis…"

"What?" He leaned closer tried to figure out what she was saying over and over again.

"I don't want to play anymore… I hate tennis…"

I want to note again that there won't be any romance here.

Sorry for the lack description of the tennis moment.

What do you think? Should I continue this? Please review! Concrits are always loved.