Don't Give Up On Love

dienny04

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured in this story. They are owned by their respective owners (whom I don't know the names) so please don't sue me.

Full Summary: Kirihara Akaya believes that he does not need love to survive junior high or any tennis tourneys. Yet when love comes along, it does mysterious things. (Crossover Mikihara Ren (Full Metal Panic? Fumoffu!) and Kirihara Akaya (Tennis no Ohjisama) )

Act 01

Kirihara Akaya, a junior high sophomore and a tennis ace player, is the type of guy who does not care of his love life. Tennis is already enough for a guy like him---slightly obnoxious and self-proclaimed cool.

Yet, literally, there's "another side" of him. It's more of a psychological disorder. Weird or not he may be, Kirihara appears to be handsome at all.

"Whoa, you're fired up again!" Niou-senpai remarked as he bent over to pick up the ball he just missed.

Kirihara looked up. "What?"

"I said, you're getting fired up, you sly elf," he repeated, giving him a smirk.

"I was?" he asked then he shrugged afterwards. "Oh well, I scored anyway."

Sanada-senpai passed by the tennis courts during lunch period as the two played a short match before the class starts. He looked over at Kirihara as if he's observing him. Sure enough, that kid is really an ace…regardless the fact that a certain demon is almost taking over him.

"Miss Ren!" a female student called.

A young woman turned, her dark hair swaying as she did. "Yes?"

The female student approached her, handing her a small letter, which could be concluded as a love letter.

"Sasaki-kun told me to give you this," she said, a smile on her face.

Ren smiled but later on, she shook her head, her smile still unwavering from her lips. "Please tell him I can't take that. I'm really sorry."

Mikihara Ren is the ideal Japanese girl---soft-spoken, caring, pretty and smart. She's the girl any man would want to take to his mother. And yet, she's the daughter of a yakuza group boss, though it's unknown to some people since if they did, no school would ever take her in.

"Sasaki-kun will be very upset," the girl said, a frown on her lips as she retreated the letter.

"I can't take love letters from people and keep their hopes high," she humbly explained, her eyes sincere.

"Okay, don't worry, I'll tell him," the student agreed. "Thanks for the time, Miss Ren." And a moment later, she left, stalling the school corridors.

As Ren was about to turn, she suddenly bumped into someone. The impact was unexpected since both of them are going to opposite directions. This caused the smaller one, which is Ren, to fall on the ground.

She flinched as her butt hit the ground.

"Oh hey, sorry," the guy apologized, offering his hand.

She took it and stood up.

Out of the blue, the school bell for the next class period rang. Ren snapped and looked up at the guy she bumped with.

"I'm sorry too," she quickly apologized and bowed and then she ran off the direction she was facing to return to her classroom.

"Geez, I was the one who bumped her yet she's saying sorry," the guy said, quite amused of the way the girl acted earlier. He tentatively looked down at the floor as he was returning to his own room. Then, he noticed a white handkerchief on the floor.

He figured it was hers but when she turned to call after her, she was not there.

"She ran off," he said, shrugging his shoulders and dumping the pocket inside of his pocket.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

The Home Economics room was a bit silent as every student put pressure and effort on what they were doing.

The class Ren belongs to was assigned to bake pastries for their practical exams.

As Ren was making the dough, a classmate turned to her, observing her face.

"There's something on your face, Mikihara-san," the student informed.

"Oh thanks for informing me," she thanked her, giving her a warm smile as she dug into her pockets.

When she figured that her handkerchief was not in her pockets, she sighed. Probably she dropped it on the floor when she bumped the guy earlier.

"What's the problem?" her classmate asked.

"I lost my handkerchief," Ren replied.

The classmate leaned over the table next to them and handed her some tissue paper. "Here," she said, offering it to her.

"Thank you," she said as she took the tissue paper and wiped the dirt off her face.

Did the guy find her handkerchief? Or if so, will he return it?

At four in the afternoon, the classes in Rikkaidai were dismissed. The Tennis club immediately got to work as each and every one of them attended the usual afternoon meeting and did their daily routine.

"Hey, Kirihara!" Jackal-senpai called.

As soon as Kirihara turned, Jackal gestured him to go over the free court, obviously inviting him into a match.

"Sure," he replied, grabbing his racket and going over the court.

As Ren was exiting the campus, she passed by the Tennis court. Quite curious about Rikkaidai's most active club was doing, she gave the team a short glance. But once she got a glance of them, she got a bit hooked.

Amused of the action that was happening, she slowly walked over to give a closer look.

The Tennis Club is definitely one of the most competitive groups in Rikkaidai, especially, without bragging at all, all the players are assumed to be in national competition levels.

As she was scanning the players, she suddenly recognized the guy she bumped into earlier.

As Jackal and Kirihara played, the tension was growing. Wanting some more action and being obviously obsessed with the game and the tension occurring, Kirihara was slowly being taken over by the other side of him.

When he finally scored, he suddenly mellowed down.

"I never knew you'd be so aggressive," Jackal said, turning to get the ball.

While Jackal was getting the ball, his attention lingered.

And then, suddenly he recognized somebody from outside the court.

"Hey!" Kirihara called.

"Kirihara, you're in the middle of a match," Sanada reminded coldly.

Kirihara bit his lip. He looked over at Jackal.

"Senpai, please excuse me for a while!" he pleaded. "Just for a while!"

Jackal pointed at Sanada.

"Sanada-senpai, just for a while! Can you excuse me? I need to do something," he pleaded even more.

"And how important is that?" Sanada asked.

"Um…quite urgent," he said.

Sanada turned and found a girl watching a few meters away.

Figuring it was not his business, Sanada turned to Kirihara. "Go."

Kirihara thanked him and gave him a slight bow. He ran outside the court.

Ren, who heard Kirihara a while ago, stood still on the ground, patiently waiting at where she was now.

When Kirihara reached her, she gave him time to catch his breath.

He dug into his pocket and gave it to her.

"I think…this is…yours," he said in between gasps.

"Yes, it is," she said, receiving it from his hands. "Thank you very much."

As soon as Kirihara caught up with his breathing, he stood straight. "You're welcome."

Ren observed his stature. "You're a very good Tennis player."

"Oh well, thank you," he said, beaming with pride.

"Oh, I'm Mikihara Ren," she said, extending her hand for a handshake.

"I'm Kirihara Akaya from Class 2-3," he said, quickly shaking her hand.

Ren seemed surprised. "I thought you were my senpai. Well, I'm from Class 2-1."

She looked over at Kirihara's teammates. "They are all looking over here."

Kirihara turned and figured that everybody was quite anxious of who he was talking to and what he was talking about to her.

"Well, they're waiting, see you around," he said, jogging back to the Tennis court.

Ren smiled and left.

Author's Notes: Well, that's Chapter One guys! I love Mikihara Ren from FMP? Fumoffu! And I love Kirihara Akaya from Prince of Tennis so I was really moved to write a fanfic about them. Since Ren is a high school in FMP, I based this story when Ren was in junior high and evidently, in this story, she took up her junior high years in Rikkaidai! Do you find this interesting? Please R&R! Please?