Screech (song) of the Banshee.
I do not own any of Takeshi Konomi's brilliance. Please enjoy the story.
Hiyoshi Wakashi
Great, he thought, what a spectacular way to start the first term in middle school. Getting run over by fans who don't give a shit to anyone besides this person called "Atobe." For crying out loud, he was Hiyoshi Wakashi first year: The Hiyoshi Wakashi who won at the National martial arts tournament for more than five-years. Why wasn't anyone cheering him on?
Dusting off his boring brown-lace lined uniform, he growled to himself before dashing over towards the school-ground tennis courts.
"OI! Who the hell is causing this entire ruckus!?"
Several yells and screeches from fan-girls parade his ears before a single snap silences the whole of the crowd.
"Ore-sama is making it; do you have a problem commoner? Then let us settle this with a tennis match."
Hiyoshi froze. He didn't know how to play tennis at all; the basics were quite simple, like swinging a racquet at the ball, but otherwise. He. Had. No. Idea. How. To. Play. Tennis.
"Is that a yes or a no? Ore-sama is waiting."
"FINE! LEND ME A RACQUET AND WHEN I BEAT YOU, GET THESE FRICKEN FAN-GIRLS OUT OF HYOUTEI!"
The first game was utter road-kill. It was quite evident to the amusement of spectators and viewers alike, that he had never once touched a racquet in his life.
The second wasn't much better, although, he did start to catch up in points; his legs were starting to tire.
The real turning point was directly after Atobe scored the fourth point, the asses face was really ticking him off. It was merciless pounding, he was angry-ready to retaliate against the relentless teasing.
"GEKOKUJOU!"
A sudden flash of movement- too fast for most eyes strikes forward as if to punch the tennis ball with the racquet appears; the first sign of a tyrant has appeared- only to be crushed by the imperial might of the king.
"7-6. Game Atobe."
It was over, the excruciatingly long tennis game. Hiyoshi currently felt like dying in a ditch if it meant saving his honor and getting the muscle cramps out of his legs.
"Ore-sama commends you on your tennis playing, when did you start?"
"Today."
"Ore-sama demands you join the tennis team."
"Yadda."
"Kabaji, get him."
"Usu."
"ARGHH! LET ME OFF ALREADY! I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR FIRST PERIOD."
That was last year. Hiyoshi though, this year, he had new resolutions. With a resignation letter for the tennis club in hand he.-
"Hiyoshi Wakashi, please wait until after class to pass that certain not of yours. We have some more important thing s to do as of right now- so please SIT DOWN."
:"Hai sendei."
Face slightly flushed from embracement, he sat down into his assigned seat without complied.
"Hey Hiyoshi! Your coming to eat lunch with us right? Cause if you aren't, then you are a b*ching f*cker."
Shiz, he had forgotten, being moved up a course in algebra meant taking a course with Gakuto.
"Hey-what's this? Oh, resignation*TEAR*letter. Okay then, seems like your staying in the tennis club then."
Gakuto grins madly before jumping into a seat beside Hiyoshi's. Allowing himself to let out a long sigh, it was going to be a long year. He just knew it.