What can you ask for more? (Prince of Tennis to OC series)
Hello. My name is Taka and I'm a 13 year old (biologically) girl. Because practically, I'm all the way around and back where it was, a boy. I dress like a boy, I speak like a boy, I act like a boy, I go to the boys' bathroom. Because it sucks to be a girl. That's what I think.
I came from Europe with my mother here in Japan, where we're going to live for a while because my mother needs to study medicine here. She's a dentist. Uh. It really sucks to have a dentist mother. But oh well. Yesterday, I theoretically joined Seishun Gakuen and wanted to join the tennis club also.
I love tennis. It's what I like to do most. That's why I'm going to crush everyone in there. Hmpf, materu yo, Seishun Gakuen!
Chapter 1: Joining the Tennis Club
I woke up early at 6:30 am because I wanted to clean my racket once more before I go to school. Slowly but surely, grabbed the uniform, threw it on me, (because that's how I usually like to wear my clothes, I'm incapable of staying clean and clear by the end of the day) and rode my bicycle till there.
What can I say... the class was boring as hell, as always, that's how it is everywhere, annoying teachers, boring classes, gossip, idiot classmates. My first day in here was pretty good, meaning I had nothing to neither do nor speak with any other guy around. Since well, we MOST probably have nothing in common.
"Hello there I'm Aya. Nice to meet you!"
A girl with short brown hair came up to me holding her hand and smiling. I looked at her puzzled not knowing what to do. I didn't know if she was recognizing me as a girl or thought I was just some pretty boy ass. (Because most of my teachers and classmates took me for a boy, well sorry for not actually being one).
"It's okay, I'm not dyke." she winked and shook my hand without permission. She threw me a grin and then ran away and out of the classroom.
"What the hell was that just now...?"
Anyway, lunch break came. YOGATAAA... I thought I was going to die of hunger. Unfortunately, in every kind of class there is a boner that has to always bug you; well in this case there is this Aya who non-incidentally sat next to me, saying "Itadakimasu" out loud.
"Urusai"
"Hmm?"
"Uh, nothing, just don't disturb me." I probably rolled my eyes and opened my obento, still dying of hunger. But that's when something TREMENDOUSLY IDIOTIC happened. I don't know exactly what happened but I woke up with my obento spread onto the floor and with me spread ONTO the tables. Yeah, you got that. It was like Sex and the city, Japanese version. Joking, it wasn't.
I looked behind me to see everyone staring at the scene with both the guilty people right next to me. A tall boy with black hair and another one with reddish hair, having a band-aid on his right cheek.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, RUINING MY OBENTO? BETTER WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING NEXT TIME, YOU IDIOTS!!!" I screamed at them from the top of my lungs, bursting with anger. My SWEET Obento was now gone and I was STILL--as expected--starving.
"WHY THANK YOU."
"SUMIMASEN~"
"Just go the hell away! And I don't want to ever see you again!"
"Oi oi aren't you a bit arrogant, brat?" spoke now the brunette one.
"Nanda to?"
"Wanna test who's tougher?"
"Let's give it a try, idiot!"
"You little otaku boy!"
"Dumbass, I'm a girl."
"EEEEH??" they were both surprised (as expected). I pointed at the red button on the collar of my uniform. Boys used to have a blue button so it was obvious. Meanwhile, somewhere during our argument, the bell rang.
"Oh thanks for treating me SUCH a GOOD lunch!" I threw my hands in the air and left dramatically. Indeed dramatically.
In fact, I was just waiting for the second encounter so I could've kicked their asses.
The truth was that I was quite the fight-asker. I was always getting into fights and often was having trouble with school for this, therefore bringing my mother as well, troubles. Therefore, I was always below average. Not quite the good student with good marks. I promised my mom that in Japan, I will settle down, but this was already adrenaline for me.
I must say, I was beaten many times, but it was just getting me stronger. Nothing serious, just little gang fights, back in Europe.
After classes, I went to the tennis coach to see in my registration form was accepted.
TO BE CONTINUED...