Summary: A transfer student arrives in the middle of the year but Atobe couldn't care less. However, has he met his match in this mysterious, outspoken, and even dangerous student? When Atobe becomes more and more interested in her, will he root out her secrets and will the regulars lend a not so helping hand? Atobe X OC
A/N This is my first Prince of Tennis fic so bear with me. I've started a lot of PoT fics but none of them seemed to work out, i hope this one does :) please review! Pardon me for any OOCness, if there is tell me. Atobe is one of my favorite characters... *dreamy smile*
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis (duh)
"XXX" English
XXX thoughts
"This is our new transfer student from Hokkaido." The teacher's glasses glinted, "I trust that you will treat her well."
"Hello, my name is Clara Takahara. I'm half American so I hope you can all help me with my Japanese. Arigato." Atobe looked from the window to see a pretty girl with pale skin and violet eyes introduce herself. He regarded her with a critical eye. Hmmm, not good looking enough for Ore-sama, he thought. Her name did sound vaguely familiar to him but he brushed it off. Takahara was a common name anyways.
"Well, I think it would be best to put you next to a student with English speaking capabilities for now, in case you need any help." Rei-sensei frowned for a second and then said, "Ah, Atobe-san knows English quite well. You may sit next to him."
Of course Ore-sama speaks English well. Ore-sama is good in everything. Wait, what? Is Ore-sama really supposed to help this newbie? How insulting. Ore-sama will speak to the school board later.
Clara put her books down at her seat and smiled brightly at Atobe. Atobe scoffed and looked away. Well, looks like Ore-sama will be sitting next to a fangirl all year. How ridiculous even though all the girls are in love with Ore-sama.
Hm… it seems like Keigo Atobe is as handsome and arrogant as they say. He looks easy to tease though. Maybe it will make school a little more interesting.
Clara gave a mischievous smile.
Suddenly, a boy walking by stumbled and spilled out all of his papers. "Takumi-san, please refrain from making a mess of the class again." The teacher crossed her arms and sounded exasperated.
"G-gomen sensei." Takumi stuttered and bent over to clean up his papers.
"What an idiot." Said Atobe clearly and loudly. The class tittered with suppressed laughter.
Clara rolled her eyes and got out of her seat to help the blushing boy and his books. "Don't worry," she said conspiratorially, "He's just one of those people who like to make fun of others to make his ego feel better." She winked. The boy's jaw dropped and he looked at her admiringly.
How dare she make fun of Ore-sama. Atobe's face was turning red with anger and he got up. "You! Impertinent little bi..."
"Little what Atobe-san? You should watch your language, and your reputation. After all, we are in school." Clara flashed him a beaming smile and sat down, long black hair swishing. Atobe silently fumed, grinding his teeth. Ore-sama will definitely get back at that girl. Ore-sama will make sure she wished she never came to this school in the first place. However, why did Ore-sama's heart start beating faster when she smiled at him? Did she poison him? No… that's not possible, Ore-sama has poison tasters every meal.
Atobe was momentarily distracted by the sun that had just peeped out from the clouds, its rays highlighted the girl's hair next to him into a startling shade of dark blue. He was about to reach out and touch it when DING DING, the bell rang. He snatched his hand back quickly and left the room.
At lunch, Atobe sat with the Hyotei regulars. Today, they were holding they stomach's rolling around in laughter. "HAHA, Atobe gotten beaten down by a girl!"
"Hm… Clara Takahara is it?" Yushi Oshitari surveyed her behind his fake glasses, expressionless as ever.
"Hey, is that her?"Jirou, awake for lunch, pointed to a girl sitting by herself at a table nearby. "She's so pretty! Hm… I wonder if I should ask her out."
"Ha!" Said Ryo Shishido nastily, "You'd probably fall asleep on her during your first date if she accepts. I, on the other hand, have a much better chance…"
Jirou pouted.
Clara was sitting by herself, not eating anything. Her eyes were closed and headphones were plugged in her ears from an MP3 player. Her fingers were drumming along the wood of the table in patterns. She kept doing this until a group of girls walked up to her.
"Ah ha, there's Ore-sama's fanclub." Atobe smiled with satisfaction. "This will teach her not mess with Ore-sama." He watched the lead girl point fingers and yell furiously at Clara. Clara simply raised an eyebrow and looked down at her music player, oblivious. Fuming, the girl took a bowl of soup from her tray and dumped it over Clara's head.
"Hey… isn't that a bit much?" commented Chotaro, he looked a bit concerned.
Atobe waved his hand to dismiss it, "That girl got what she deserved." Her hair is all covered in soup now though… Will it still look blue and shiny in the sunlight? Ack, what is Ore-sama thinking?
He watched as Clara calmly got up and bent over the table. She whispered something into the girl's ears and they visibly paled and ran away. Clara then straightened and fixed her purple eyes onto Atobe. She smiled, red lips curving up, and walked out of the cafeteria.
Yushi glanced at Atobe's incredulous face and said, "I think she won this time Atobe."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Takahara, I supposed English class will be too easy for you."
"It's fine sensei, I'll just sit in the back and read English books so I'm still learning. I'll help whenever you want me to." Clara gave a bright smile.
What a kind student. The teacher thought. I know she won't give me any trouble this year.
Hmmpf, Ore-sama bets that all that smiling is just a façade. What a liar.
In the back of the classroom, Atobe observed Clara reading a thick book on… Music Theory? Does she play an instrument? She shifted and her curtain of straight ebony black hair blocked his view. Atobe noticed that the tips of her hair were wet; she must have taken a shower after the soup incident. Wait, what is this feeling? Is this guilt Ore-sama feels? Nah, that's not possible.
RING RING Everyone looked around for the person who had broken the no cell phone rule in class. "Gomen sensei. But it's my cell phone."
"Ah Clara, does it concern the business?"
RING RING
"Hai."
"Why don't you answer it here? I'm sure it will help the lesson."
"But, I'm afraid that I'll be extremely loud. I may need to leave the class."
RING RING
"It's alright."
What? This is ridiculous. Even Ore-sama has to follow the cell phone rule and what does the teacher mean by her business? She has a business?
However, no one was prepared for the extreme conversation Clara was about to have on the phone.
"Hello? Uh huh, WHAT HAPPENED? Are you saying that I can't leave for a week without you completely upending the plans I set out step by step?... NO! Okay? Look I want you to move the plan from the main branch to the one in Tokyo. YES that is my FINAL DECISION." Everyone in class flinches at her venomous tone. Her words are furious and spoken extremely fast in rapid fire English. Atobe almost can't understand her and looks….admiringly? Clara seems to snap again and once again shouts into her cellular phone.
"I want the portfolio we have with the Sakura Company on my desk tonight. Oh, and tell Stephen that he's on probation. Actually, why don't you get him on the phone?" Clara says in a dangerously sweet voice.
"Hi, I just wanted to ask you something. ARE YOU AN IDIOT? NI ZHE GE DA BEN DAN. YI DIAN SHI DOU BU NENG ZUO? (You are incredibly stupid. You can't even do this little thing?")I MEAN, I HAVE TO GET SO ANGRY THAT I HAVE TO RESORT TO ANOTHER LANGUAGE TO CURSE YOU OUT? YOU FREAKING MORON. That's right, you get another chance and you better not screw. It. Up. Am I understood? Okay, that's all, you can go."
Clara breathed heavily and opens her mouth, everyone flinches again. She notices and gives an apologetic smile. In a much softer tone, "Sorry sensei, I was too loud wasn't I?"
"Uh… yes, just a bit but did I hear you speak Chinese?"
"Hai, my company does a lot of business with China so I thought it would be best to learn the language."
She sits down at her seat and looks up expectantly for the teacher to continue the lesson. Everyone stares at her. "What?"
Atobe glanced at Clara again, ignoring the obnoxious noises his teammates were making at the lunch table. Why wasn't she eating? Why does Ore-sama care? She's really something though. Shouting in class like that. Not to mention she actually knows Chinese. I do like a woman who does what she wants… Atobe sneaks a peek at her again.
"Again Atobe?"
For a split second Atobe has an uncharacteristic guilty look upon his face and then it's gone, replaced by the usual arrogance. "What, Yushi?"
"Give it up, that was the fifth time you looked at Takahara-san. Are you interested in her?"
"Ore-sama? Of course not."
"Someone's in denial…"
"Che, denial is a river in Egypt."
Everyone gaped at him.
Gakuto is the first to speak, "Where you just trying to crack a joke before buchou?"
"That's it, either someone replaced Atobe buchou or this is a scary thing that happens when he falls in love." Shishido was equally shocked.
Chotaro looked at his captain with wide eyes, even Kabaji was confused.
"KUSO, I AM NOT IN LOVE." Atobe shouts at the top of his lungs and gets up. By now, the entire cafeteria is staring at him. He leaves in a huff.
"Woah… He just left because he was embarrassed right?" Jirou said wonderingly.
Pant Pant, "What do you think you're doing? You still have another 20 laps!" Atobe, watching from the stands said angrily.
"Hai, buchou."
"This is definitely revenge for what we did earlier." Shishido wiped the sweat off his brow and winced at the unreasonable number of laps Atobe had assigned today.
"Most probably." Yushi's calm voice replied, even he was breathing hard today.
The simultaneous thought of the team was, we have two options, either shut up about Atobe's love life or put him together with Takahara-san and receive eternal gratitude. Option number two it is!
So... what do you guys think? this is my first Prince of Tennis fic so bear with me. I've started a lot of PoT fics but none of them seemed to work out, i hope this one does :) please review!