Notes: So I finally thought about writing again. This is a story I onced abandon. If you think you have come across this story before, I thank you for giving my story another chance. However, I had taken my previous story and changed and revised the whole thing. The concept is still the same, but completely taking a whole new different turn. If that make any sense at all to you! I apologize in advance if it doesn't. I still thank you for giving this story a second chance or a try. I also apologize for any bad grammar!

I wasn't sure about the writing structure and the format when I wrote this story. I hope it turned out ok. I am not much of a fan of bad criticism, but I welcome any comments and suggestions, or advices. Good criticisms are always good to motivate a writer after all! ^_^.

Last but not least...

Disclaimer: I do not own any copyright of Prince of Tennis! Prince of Tennis is credited to Takeshi Konomi. Thank You!


Chapter 1: Prologue

Have you heard of a story, about lucky star?

It is a place, a place call lucky star!

It has a code, a unique special hand gesture that forms a star that no one knows except for one person.

"It was said that those who have loved us, the ones that have left us, will learn of how much we missed them…and then...they will bless us." It was He who once told her.

At the age of 25 years old, her slender body strolled along the familiar street. The shops, the vendors, the playground, the pedestrians, even the road brought back memories as she pass them by.

Beautiful

One would describe her. Beautiful, tall, and very slender is what she had become at the age of 25. She is the type that can be categorized as a beauty without makeup. Plain and simple, but yet beautiful.

Strangers who pass by her will be able to catch a glimpse of her eyes – a color of chocolate, full of happiness and determination. but if you know her, you will know that there is a hint of sadness somewhere deep in her soul. That is, if you know her.

She stopped. With her delicate small hand, she reached out. A felt of smooth metal brushed against her fingers. Seishun Gakuen, the sign read. The once happy eyes is overshadowed with sadness. She continued to linger at the sign, but quickly, she brushed the sadness away to be replaced with happiness once again.

She sighed.

Plastering a smile on her rosy lips, she continued her steps toward the school ground.

Close. I'm almost there. She can feel it.

The one place she has long to see again.

The one place that had brought many great memories.

The one place that had brought her closer...to him.

Upon reaching her destination, she grasps the fence metal, the barrier between her soul and his. She looked at the empty tennis court. It was still the same - nothing has changed. It was still the same old tennis court that she had once again long to see the young boy who wield the tennis racquet so beautifully and gracefully.

Her teary chocolate eyes linger at the tennis court a little longer before tearing her eyes from the field.

Continuing her steps, she made her way to the rooftop of the school building. The last place that she had hoped to visit.

Yes, the rooftop. Of course, this is how it all started. This is where she met him.

She once shared a special hideout with a young boy there.

There, on the wall near the door, if look closely, one brick stood out from all the others. It was older and rustier looking compare to the bricks around it.

That one brick that held so many meanings, love, thoughts, and secrets. That one brick that only she and the special boy knew about.

She slowly loosens the brick from its wall. She looked inside.

Good, they're still there.

The letters.

Pile of letters that hold those special meanings and many secrets exchanged between the two special people.

She smiled. It wasn't just a simple sad smile but a happy one. She slightly brushed the pile of letters but only then to retrieve her hand back to place the brick back onto its wall.

She placed few strands of her long and curly auburn hair behind her ear. Feeling content, she looked beyond the sky. Today was a nice day, no cloud or gloomy...just clear and blue and the beam light ray of the sun shining brightly above her.

Every time I look at the sky, I remember the young boy whom I can never seem to forget. She put her hand together toward the sky and made a star that was taught by that boy she once knew.

It was HE who gave me the best memories of my life...

To be continue...


Well, that went well. Hopefully!