So, I've recently started watching Prince of Tennis. I don't usually do this, but I've written a fic for it, even though I've only seen 24 episodes...Hopefully it's okay anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. :sigh:
Warnings: Mildly implied GP, but other than that...nothing, really.
Nothing
Someone told me a joke once.
I watch as my doubles partner chases after the tennis ball, catching up to it easily before its second bounce. My own match is over, and I haven't been assigned another opponent, as practice will be over within the next few minutes.
Why should you never date a tennis player?
I lean back against the fence. Through my tennis jersey, I can feel the heat of the sun-warmed chain links. They make a scratching, metallic noise as they scrape against the ground.
Oishi returns another shot. I can see the faint sheen of perspiration on his skin.
Because love means nothing to them.
Again the violently-colored orb flies over the net. Oishi returns it hard and fast; it bounces right on the line. A point. I cheer.
Oishi turns and sees me grinning at him. He smiles back and flashes a quick thumbs-up before returning his attention to the match. My smile stays firmly planted on my face.
Maybe I'm just different.
But love has always meant something to me.
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There you have it, my first try at PoT fanfiction. I hope it was okay.
Ambika-san