Disclaimer: I don't own Eyeshield 21, I don't own Shin, nor do I own Gen'ichiiro Sanada. But I do own Song :)
Chapter 1: May I Borrow You Pen?
"This is your locker key, and you can get your books after your homeroom in the library by submitting this form, I will speak to your homeroom teacher to allow you to study without the textbooks today since it is your first day. The library is in the West of the Cathedral, it is very easy to spot, I'm sure you can find it in no time, alright… I guess that's all, hmm let's see, maybe I missed something…" The women from the principal office put her index finger over her chin in a cute pose. A flash of worry suddenly appear on her thick-powdered face. "Oh, right. The library is near the American Football field. I suggest you to not being anywhere near the players, especially seducing any of them", the woman smiled sweetly, Song knew that was a forced sweet smile, "well, you get it right? They are some kind of the superstars of this school. I just hope you won't break the rules by trying to get close with them, for your own safety my dear", she touched Song's cheek "We, the women of Ojou have already had enough rivalries here, we don't need any extra competitor. I know you'll understand darling", added that woman with a small pinch to Song's cheek while flashing what she probably thought her-million-dollar-smile.
"Er, yes", replied Song shortly.
"I like your style, honey. Simple, uncomplicated, and understandable. Alrighty, we're here in your new class". They stopped in front of a Japanese-style sliding door. The women slide it and enter the room with Song in tow. "Excuse me Mr. Anders, I'm bringing the new transferred student", she said in a seductive voice. The man whom she called Mr. Anders was a quite handsome man. No wonder she talked to that teacher with a fake syrupy voice, Song thought to herself.
Both the adults then engaged in a low conversation and far from Song's hearing. As if Song wanted to know what they're talking about. Probably something dirty. While they were talking, Song took her time to inspect her new class. All the students were silenced and all of their eyes were on that new girl. Noticing that the class attention is on her, Song quickly turned her attention to the floor below. She suddenly found the pattern of the marble below her were captivating. Even though the door of the room was very Japanese, the inside of the room on the contrary was very far from Eastern style. Unlike Japanese, the room was more likely a smallish version of the inside of a cathedral, with an alley separating two rows of long tables and seats. Each seat was accompanied by five students, and Song can't find any space where she can slipped herself unknowingly. She hates this type of seats.
"Alright Ms. Sanada, from here on you'll be guided by Mr. Anders. I'll excuse myself", she said to the class. Then she gave a quick wink to Song while mouthing "Good luck". She blew a kiss to Mr. Anders before she left the room.
The man named Mr. Anders gave Song a warm smile. He appears to be at his late thirty with a friendly face and a shiny brown hair. Song can't decide whether he fakes his smile or not. That teacher then signed Song to come over to him.
"Good morning Sir. My name is Song Sanada. It's a pleasure to meet you", Song addressed him complete with a formal bow which she had practiced beforehand. She knows that the bow is a Japanese tradition which symbolized your politeness.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Sanada. From now on I'm you Maths teacher, Anthony Anders." His smile widened when he gave his name.
After that he turned to his class then cleared his voice. "Class", all the curious eyes are on him now, "this is Song Sanada, she had just moved here from Canada. Please introduce yourself kid."
Song looked doubtful. She glanced at Mr. Anders before stepped forward and said, "Good morning, my name is Song Sanada. I've just moved from Canada. We moved here because my dad had finished his job there. Pleased to meet you all". Song finished his words with a bow.
"Okay now, Ms. Sanada we choose the seat for you…" Mr. Anders was fixing the glasses on his nose while inspecting the class, looking for an empty space available for the half-Japanese girl beside him. His eyes suddenly fell on a place and he grinned. "Alright, there's one space available right beside Mr. Seijuurou. You can sit there, sunny. Mr. Seijuurou, please raise your hand."
A raven-haired boy raised his hand among the crowd of white uniform. Song hurried herself over to that guy's seat. Bowing her body a little she slipped herself into the narrow space behind that wide seat. Luckily for Song she sits at the farthest back of the class, and in the corner too. She doesn't used with too much attention. But that doesn't mean she doesn't want one.
At the time when she arrived at her seat, there are no longer any curious glances spared for her. The class attention is now back to Mr. Anders and his limit. Song's introduction in front of the class was enough. Her face doesn't attract the male population of the class, and is not a threat to the female population either. So people leave her alone. She's back being the background.
Song took out her notebook and her pencil quickly. She noticed that the lesson in this school is a couple of chapters behind the lessons in her previous school. That makes Song won't have any problem with the lesson given now. She wants to share that secret with someone. But it seems nobody will be interested to hear her story.
The girl in front of her doesn't spare her any glance. While the guy on her left seems to have an eternal frown between his eyebrows. Song doesn't have any guts to talk to him. If something goes wrong, instead of making friends, she would be humiliated on her first day. Now, all she can do is sit back quietly and listen to Mr. Anders soft voice.
The kind-hearted Mr. Anders gave them some times to copy down what's on the board. In Song's previous school, no teachers gave this special treatment. What teachers said and write on the board are expected to be copied down on your notebook at the end of the class. Teachers don't give an extra time or wait for the students to copy. Song is very grateful; she can tidy up her old notes.
The guy beside Song has also took out the pen out of his pencil case and begin to write. But before he could write anything, his fingers were slipped and the pen fell down below the table, then its rolling down, and down, and down, and disappeared from their sight. That guy silently watched as his pen rolling away from him, and it seems he doesn't have any spare pen inside his case. He then stared at the board, trying to copy whatever is written there to his brain.
Song chuckled upon seeing this guy's antic, especially when the frown between his eyebrows gets deeper. He looks so serious yet so funny. Seeing him trying so hard like that moves Song's hand to her pencil case and takes out one of her spare pen, then thrusting it towards him.
The guy glanced at the pen in Song's hand, and then he moved his gaze to the owner of the pen's face. Song smiled warmly at him while gesturing her pen towards him. That guy seems to be thinking for a moment before finally take the pen from her hand.
"Thank you", said that guy. Maybe he is trying to show his politeness by saying his thanks in English. Song's smile became widened by hearing that.
"Your welcome", she replied.
Then that guy proceeds on writing his notes.
When the bell rang, Song quickly gathered her things and stuffed them inside her bag. The guy who sat beside her doesn't return her pen. He just walked out of the room without sparing Song another glance with one of his boy friend, a tall guy with blonde hair who seems to have all the eyes of female population upon him.
Song sighed loudly. This happened quite often. In fact, it happens all the time. People who borrow her stuffs always forget to return it back to her and will just keep using it as if it's their own. Everything happens because Song's existence is not important in everybody's eyes. Since she's not an important person, people won't be afraid to hurt her feelings, and that makes everybody always pick on her.
Song is the only daughter of a famous tennis player Gen'ichiiro Sanada. Even though her dad is famous throughout the world, Song refused to live in the glamour of her dad's name. She never wears makeup unless it's expected for a party, she doesn't wear flashy clothes or jewelry to attract people's attention, and she also refused to go everywhere with her dad's limo. Being modest like this make the people in her previous school, people who always live in glamour, don't really like to be near Song. That's why up until now, Song never makes any friends.
By not having any friends to stood up for her, she always becomes the person who is guilty for everything. Since no one will defend her, and also no one will admit their faults, she will always be blamed for mistakes she didn't do.
She's so used with all of these that she won't be surprised if in this new school she will also be a loner. Damn those people who only judge person from their outer looks! What's wrong with being modest and not showing all of her wealth? She's not at fault here. It's the people around her. Always left alone made her as if she's radiating an aura saying "Leave me alone". The guy beside her was a good start. But because he didn't show any signs to return her pen back, that means that guy wants nothing to do with her.
Because of habits, Song will move from her seat only after the class is empty. After the last girl leaves the class, Song walked out of the room slowly, bowing her head. Afraid that she will make an eye-contact with someone and that person will pretend that she isn't there. Yes, Song is avoiding that awkwardness.
With the thought that no one will stood near the door, Song keep walking with her head down. She keeps walking towards the guy who blocked her way right in front of the classroom's door. The inevitable bump made Song lost her balance and fell backward.
Song is ready to welcome the pain from the concrete floor when a pair of big hands hold her shoulders and pull her again to her feet. She raised her head slowly to look at the person who almost make her fall, but also help her to gain her balance back.
"You should watch your steps when you're walking", said the guy who sat beside her in the Maths earlier.
"M-my a-apologize, i-it was a-a habit", said Song stammered the words.
Silence fell upon them. Song who can't stand the guy's gaze finds her shoelace to be very interesting, while the guy keep staring at Song intensely. Song is aware with that guy's gaze and also a pair of hands on her shoulders.
Finally, the guy seems to be aware of his hands position too, he then removed his hands from the girl's shoulders. "T-thanks." Song doesn't what she was thanking for? Is it because he already helped her from falling down? Or because he removed his hands from her? Because that contact which he made really makes her heart beating uncontrollably.
A pen is thrust in front of the blushing girl. She raised her gaze only to meet a pair of the most beautiful dark eyes that Song has ever seen. Both of her azure eyes are widen and her breath seems to be caught in her lungs. She feels as if she is drowned in those beautiful dark pearl.
"Shin Seijuurou", said the guy. His voice is deep and husky, vibrating every corners of her heart.
Song reached for her pen. "Song Sanada", she said, and the guy turned and leave her after his mission was accomplished.
Here comes a new story, I've just typed this around 2 hours ago. Please forgive me for some grammatical error or any other errors.
As you see, Song here is the daughter of our beloved Gen'ichiiro Sanada from Prince of Tennis. I made him married an American woman here who bear him a daughter named Song :D
I accept any kinds of reviews. But please give me a cinstructive critizism. I really need it.
Thank you so much before, for reading this story.
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