Well here we go. The former Hyotei regulars will now meet Tsukino Rei (my personal caricature). I'm also going to delve a little more deeply on her overall relationship with them. Unfortunately, there's not much tennis in here. Actually, i'm not sure if it really counts as much of a parody anymore.
Oh, and I've fixed up the mistakes I could find. Sorry for havign such bad grammar.
Disclaimer: Anyway, I own Rei, her room, her bike, and her purple hat. That's about it.
Prince of Tennis's newest Mary Sue opened her eyes just as the sun hit her face. The first thing she did of course, was brush her teeth with the nice tasing blue toothpaste from Colgate guarateed to whiten teeth.
Why was this typed into the story?
Well obviously because she didn't want to use bad tasting toothpaste.
When she finally looked at her bedside clock, her steely gray eyes widened.
It was 8:10.
School started at 8:30.
...Oh crap.
She haphazardously threw on the Yukimatsuri Koukou (highschool) uniform (like a blue suit almost. The tie however is red, and there's the standard white collared sshirt), grabbed her bag (thank god it was the first day so there were no textbooks or homework to forget), and ran down the stairs while trying to tie her tie on correctly. Of course, by the time she had snagged a piece of toast, gulped down a glass of milk, and ran to the door, the tie was no longer around her neck, but sutffed in her pocket.
Swiftly, she grabbed her bike (the frame is black steel, beat that!) and pedaled off at an inhuman speed.
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Ohtori Choutarou had been having a good day so far.
He had woken up naturally, had a very good breakfast, and was just in a generally good mood (isn't he always?). It's been a year since he first stepped into high school, and in a way it was almost a relief to fall back into step with the routine he had followed in his second year of Hyoutei (classes, lunch with Shishido-san, classes, tennis practice, walking home with Shishido-san). The only difference really was that Oshitari-senpai was now more focused on his medical studies and so didn't have enough time to juggle the tennis team, his new position on the school newspaper, his advanced classes, and his music. Because of this the doubles 2 team is now permanently Hiyoshi-kun and Mukahi-senpai. Shishido-senpai and he still managed to hold down double's 1 position, though. The three singles players are the same (Jirou-senpai didn't want to go to any other clubs, and Atobe-bucchou wasn't done making people be awed at his tennis prowess yet. Kabaji was pretty much self explanatory). Taki-senpai is still in tennis too. He's a reserve now, because despite his humiliating defeat by Shishido-san, he was still a pretty good player.
But to be truthful Choutarou really missed his old school. Junior year had been the best year of his young life, and though senior year was rather sad because so many of his friends had graduated, it was still an interesting experience being fukubucchou and all. He even had his own personal kouhai. Spending time with the junior too, had been interesting, a small consolation for the absense of his former teamates. Actually, the more he thought about it the more that boy seemed like Shishido-san, Atobe-bucchou and Jirou senpai all meshed into one (this in itself is quite amazing).
Besides, he had a great tennis sense.
Choutarou honestly wondered what his favorite (only) sucessor (to the position of vice-captain) was doing now. Who knows, he might never see the kid again. There were things he still wanted to say and do. The world is such a big place, and Tsuki-kun might not go to...
He was snapped out of his thoughts as a blue and black blur rushed past him stirring up quite the gale. Visibly, Choutarou brightened.
If that was who he thought it was, well, then this year was going to be fun after all.
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Tsukino had just barely managed to slide into her first period English class before the first bell rang (stupid confusing school maps). Quickly,she settled herself in an empty seat next to the window (it was a wonder it was still open), oblivious to the pointing and whispering classmates. Or maybe she was just too tired to care.
One of the girls approached the obviously new kid. "Hey, little guy I think you're in the wrong classroom."
"Really?" he (I will now refer to Tsukino as a boy to prevent confusion) cocked an eyebrow in concentration. "This is Matsumoto-sensei's English class right?"
"Yeah, but you're not supposed to be here right now. You're in second period, right?" She insisted. "And anyway, even if you are in first, you'd be better off not sitting there."
"No my schedule says I'm in first," Tsukino insisted. "And why can't I sit here? There aren't assigned seats are there?"
"You really are clueless aren't you?" The older girl was about to explain when suddenly...
"Would you please move?" The entire room fell silent. At the door was a handsome boy about sixteen years of age with dark gold hair and chocolate borwn eyes that had a hard unfeeling glint to them. Every eye was on him as he made his way to the window seat. His own narrowed as soon as he saw who was in his normal desk. Suddenly there was an almost resigned, maybe slightly tired frown on his face. "What are you doing here, chibisuke? Where's Kuramichi."
Every eye turned to the new freshman.
"Hiyoshi-senpai! Oh, I'm the only one in Yukimatsuri. Sai-Sai went to Yamagawa instead. Mah ne, I didn't know you were here. It's my English class too." The younger boy branished his time table. "Hisashiburi'su ne."
"I meant in my seat." You could almost see the tick mark on his forehead.
"Oh, gomen, demo, I didn't know the seats were assigned." He bowed to Hiyoshi, and the older girl. "Wait, but then where's mine?"
Hiyoshi took a deep breath and began forcing himself to calm down (a trick he had learned last year). While it normally worked, Hiyoshi will admit to this particular brat being a special case. "The seats aren't assigned. However, I'm very fond of that particular seat and have sat there all through my freshman year. Now get out."
Tsukino sat back in, and looked defiantly into Hiyoshi's glare. "Mah ne, but I was here first."
"No technically, I was here before you...by a year." Two could play at this banter game.
"True, but not this morning, and there's nothing specifically marking this desk as your's, senpai." She pointed out. Then she grinned. "Besides, this is my (he struck Hiyoshi's enbu tennis pose) gekokujou."
"You little..." But just then the teacher walked in. With a scowl on his face, Hiyoshi was forced to settle into the seat right next to the desk bandit (as that brat will be know from now on).It irked him even more that the little idiot spent all class staring out the window, only to come back just before he was called on.
...No, Hiyoshi refused to admit that he would be very happy indeed to learn such a useful skill.
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Atobe did not want to be at school today.
True it was the first day of his all-important senior year. True, it was a very nice spring day. True, the real work had yet to begun and today had been mostly getting to know classmates and teachers.
All the same, Atobe didn't want to be here.
There was just something that bothered him, just some unconscious dissatisfaction that was nipping at the edge of his consciousness yet refusing to reveal itself.
Deep in thought, he wasn't really paying attention to where he was going.
BAM!! (I'm sure we all know what happened).
Only through his absolutely perfect balance was the multi-billionaire able to prevent himself from falling. The other person was not so lucky. Keigo looked with mild interest at the freshman scramblling to pick up his dropped books on the floor.
The boy was shorter than most, and even Gakuto was at least a half a head taller than him. His slightly too big uniform practically hung off his thin, delicate looking frame, and the boy's over all manner was almost like Jirou's really, whenever Hyoutei's former sleepy head fell (and after he registered what had actually happened). His whole being just oozed and innocent sort of clumsiness. It was almost adorable.
"Kabaji, assist the poor fool so he may move out of Oresama's way."
"Usu." Although the effort had been rather useless as most of the stuff hadbeen picked up by then. However, a plebeian such as he should still appreciate the genrosity of an Atobe. He simply walked on, ignoring the smile, and arigatou'su.
Only a few seconds later did feel a stare on the back of his neck. Whipping his ehad around he managed to catch the last few seconds of the freshman's frown and a soft. "Well that was a bit rude."
That freshman was SO lucky he only had five minutes to get to his next class.
Dimly, he noted that the kid also had a tear mole, except it was under his left eye. Why was that familiar?
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When it came to lunch, Gakuto was usually first in line, but this time some kid had beaten him to it. Darn it, the cafeteria hadn't even begun selling food yet. He was about to take advantage of his senior status and all, but then hesitated. It was only the first day. He could be a good senpai for once (once?).
Right now he was busy examining the boy's profile.
The first thing that slapped Gakuto in the face, was the boy's incredible likeness to Atobe. His skin was maybe slightly more tanned, but still paler than most of the school population. His cheekbones were relatively high and just slightly more emphasized than the average person. His eyes were a pale steely gray, almost sliver really, but their shape disturbingly similar if a bit larger than his captain's. Now the hair was what really finished the look. No really, the ends looked stylishly chopped of, but it curled and fell and flicked out in all the right places so the shape of his head was exactly like Yukimatsuri's bucchou's. Had the boy dyed his hair to atobe's dark purlish bluish gray color, worn contacts, and somehow magically grew another twenty centimeters, they could have been twins (but what are the chances of that happening?).
"Ne senpai," there was a wary slightly annoyed look in his eyes now that just totally ruined the Atobe effect (as Gakuto has now offcially named it). "Is there something you want with me?"
"Who me?" Gakuto realized that apart from the two or three students who help pass out lunch they were the only ones there. "Oh no, not really. Let me guess, freshman?"
"I'm going to assume that you weren't poking fun at my height." the other boy frowned, but then smiled. "Hai. And you're a senior right?"
"Un, san nen no Mukahi (translation: yeah, 3rd year Mukahi)."
"Ichi nen no Tsukino, dozou yoroshiku (translation:1st year Tsukino. Nice to meet you)." Then he saw the boy's eyes wander to the tennis bag on Gakuto's shoulder. Ne, senpai, you're in the tennis club right? A regular?"
"Yeah...wait how'd you know that."
"Mukahi Gakuto-san. Age:17, 171cm, 66 kilos. Tennis experience: approximately 7 years. Specialty: acrobatics and net play. Not so good in singles but very solid in doubles. Former regular of Hyoutei Gakuen, now attending Yukimatsuri. Did I miss anything?"
Gakuto simply gaped at the other boy's knowing smirk. The Atobe-like thing was back again (and did he mention the pipsqueak as beauitful as their bucchou too? What is it with tennis and freaky pretty people). Darn brat. "When? Where?"
The other boy flipped the cuff of his sleeve inside out and showed Gakuto the little notebook hidden inside and smiled sheepishly (like Jirou when he forgets something). "I ran into someone a couple years back who told me to pay careful attention to the surrounding world and record as much data as I can whenever possible. I ended up being my middle school's spy...and the sleeve of your jersey is sticking out of you bag."
Gakuto decided a nice slap would fo the child some good.
"Ittai. That was not cool senpai."
The red head couldn't restrain himself from smacking his kouhai around the head again. Man, the kid had him scared too, stupid freshman. "Then don't go around doing that kind of stuff, you idiot!! It's creepy. But that aside, are you any good?
"I was a regular back in middle school if that's what your asking." That hadn't really been the answer he was looking for.
"Did your team make it past the fourth round of the Kantou torunament?" Or rather, did they make it to nationals?
"Yeah, it was really hard though." Okay, he could understand that. They hadn't been a beeze for Hyoutei either even when he was still there.
"Then sign up for the tennis club, ya hear!" he demanded in an overexaggerated 'senpai' voice. "I'll be looking for ya in the freshmen rankings after school today! You'd just better be there, short stuff."
"I'd better?" He didn't realize that Gakuto had already stepped in front of him.
"Yeah, or I'll kick your ass personally." The red head grinned as he paid for his stuff and left. Tsukino finally snapped back to the situation at hand.
"Hey wait a minute...MUKAHI-SENPAI!"
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What had started out like a good day for Choutarou had turned a bit sour. Firstly, he didn't like his teachers at all this year. They were all either really mean or really boring if not both. Shishido-san's classes were also on the other side of the school from his so they couldn't even walk to class together. And he had yet to see the familiar smile characteristic of his younger friend. Maybe it was too much to hope for. After all, what are the odds? Oh well, at least there was tennis practice to look forward to.
But when he got to the courts he didn't doubt that today just wasn't his day.
Atobe was annoyed at something. He kept insisting that he wasn't, but the regulars who've known their bucchou for quite sometime now, could automatically tell. Mukahi-senpai was talking to Taki-senpai about this one freaky freshman he met at lunch. Hiyoshi too was on the edge today, and Shishido-san was mumbling something about blasted copycats. The only one who seemed fairly normal at the moment was Jirou-senpai (though that didn't really say much).
Finally, after Atobe ordered them thirty laps each, practice only really got started, to everyone's relief.
For once, practice was let out early, because Gakuto practically begged their bucchou to let him go see the matches between the new freshman.
You see, though Yukimatsuri was alright for athletics, they put a far stronger emphasis on academics. As a result, there were definitely not as many players as in Hyoutei. Actually, there were only just over 60 club members as opposed to the two hundred odd people in Hyoutei. They also have a sort of a ranking system. Whether or not you'll have a chance to be a regular depends mostly on your ranking. Ranking, is earned by these monthly try-out like tournaments between the various students of each year. Choutarou himself had to compete in the junior tournament that had been held yesterday at noon.
Suddenly, a hand on his shoulder nearly made him jump.
"Rough first day huh?" Having his doubles partner beside him eased Choutarou's tension enough to allow for a smile. "What's wrong with you?"
"It's just, I thought today was going to be so great. I mean it started out so good, but then, well..." The frown was back.
"I know, don't you just hate it when that happens? Some times I swear, whoever's up there gets a kick out of seeing us suffer." The silver haired boy nodded in agreement. "Did that one kid ever show up?"
"No." Shishido felt like slapping himself when he heard his precious kouhai's dejected voice. How could he be so tactless? "I wonder which school he's going to now. I hope he does well..."
"You got the kid's e-mail right? Then IM him tonight and ask. Even if you don't go to the same school, it doesn't mean you can't be friends right?" As soon as the smile was back on, the older boy felt it was safe to change the subject. "Come on, I'll show you that one freshman who thinks he can pull off acting like me."
"HAH, I TOLD YOU HE'D BE GOOD! PAY UP TAKI!" Next to the court the freshmen were using stood a very smug Gakuto accepting 5000 yen from his pouting friend. Next to them their old teammate Oshitari Yuushi simply shook his head and pretended not to know the two. Both Hiyoshi and Atobe were standing a couple of feet away, the corner of their eyes twitching sporadically.
"Mukahi-senpai?" Well, that certainly shocked him out of his disappointment. Gakuto was jumping around in a little victory dance.
"Hey did I tell you about that one freshface I met at lunch?"
"You told everyone, you lame-o." Shishido grumbled under his breath. Choutarou was contented for the moment simply bask in this semblance of normality.
"Shut up hat-boy." The red-head stuck his tongue out at the annoyed looking brunette. "Well anyway, he just won the rankings, clear record too, not one loss anywhere, and the kid hasn't even broken a sweat."
"Really? Point."
"Right there, the one with the purple hat on backwards."
"HEY! That's the cocky chibi that copied my catch-phrase! Gekidasa da ze (translation: that's violently uncool)!"
"Oh come off it. It's just a phrase. Besides the kid's good." Taki offered helpfully. Shishido was about retort when they were interrupted.
"Are you telling Oresama that you're actually acquainted with that ungrateful brat?" A scarlet brow met the equally red hairline. "He's the one you were blabbing about at lunch?"
"Yep, that's the Chibi data-man."
"Oresama now places him in your care Mukahi. Make sure the brat learns to respect his superiors."
"God Atobe, what'd he do?" Mukahi was suddenly five inches away from Atobe's face (and was promptly shoved back by Kabaji at a snap of Atobe's fingers).
"Oresama had kindly told Kabaji to help the boy pick up his stuff even though it was he who crashed in to oresama in the first place, not the other way around." The diva huffed. "And then he had the audacity to call oresama rude! Imagine that! Oresama is never RUDE!"
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Oshitari Yuushi was doing as good a job at ignoring his former comrades as Choutarou was at getting confused from their endless comments and opinions flooding the poor boy all at once.
Actually, it wasn't too hard. The new crop of freshmen really weren't too bad this year. In fact, he had a half a mind to write a small article for them alone. Though most of them were fairly normal (albeit a bit more on the strong side), Yuushi had his eye particularly on the one who had just been ranked as the #1 1st year player, a real diamond amongst the coals. Watching him play had been like watching district games against Hyoutei...complete and utter slaughter. True, he didn't pull out any fancy tricks or playing styles, but there was no doubt in the blunette's mind that he had them. The young boy's brand of tennis was simply too polished for it to be otherwise.
He was midly suprised when the freshman champ headed towards them when he exited the court, though it seems as if he and Hiyoshi were the only ones who even noticed.
"Dou dai (translation: how'd I do)? Hiyoshi-senpai." The cheeky grin, the smug expression, the slightly bored demeanor, the oozing self-satisfaction. Yuushi realized one of his worst nightmares had finally come true...Somebody had found a way to smush Atobe and Shishido into one person.
Hiyoshi's twiching left eye had only decided to take a break about five minutes ago, but now it was hard at work again.
"Ittai!"
"Ohtori!" that was as close to screaming as anyone had ever seen Hiyoshi in public. "I don't care how you do it! JUST TEACH YOUR LITTLE PET KOUHAI SOME GODDAMN MANNERS!"
Amber eyes widened and quickly looked up scanning the crowd around the courts anxiously trying to find his underclassman. While Choutarou was frantically searching, he didn't notice someone comming until somehting crashed into him at about mid-chest to waist level. Almost on instinct he embraced the smaller body back.
After the hug the younger boy stepped away and crossed his arms. "Saa, Tori-senpai, when you said you were going to Yukimatsuri, you never told me I'd need a compass to navigate the hallways. I've been looking for you all day!"
"Me? I was looking in every nook and cranny of this place to see if my Tsuki-kun was here!" He snatched the boy's purple cap and ruffled the raven hair, smiling in satisfaction as those large eyes turned into arches and his sweet little kouhai began laugh along with him. "Hiyoshi, why didn't you tell me?"
"And have you two PDA in public? I don't think so." He scoffed. The other regulars were speechless.
Well actually, Gakuto was trying to swallow his disappointment. For the grand total of two minutes he had had his very own personal kouhai. That wasn't fair damn it. He wanted a little chibi to tag along side him too! Shishido had Choutarou (of course, then again, Choutarou and chibi don't really fit in the same sentence). Atobe had Jirou (he's as old as you are dimwit) and Hiyoshi (who only follows Atobe so he could gekokujou him). How come he was always left out?
Shishido was annoyed at the close proximity between the two boys and their nicknames for each other. Why did Choutarou call that brat by kun, but never even dropped the san on his name? He'd know the silver haired junior longer! But on another note it amused him. Really, Choutarou looked like a kid who had just been given the toy he's been asking for all year (except, well, he's not small).
Atobe and Oshitari were too busy holding the most incredulous espression their faces could possibly make (...not very expressive).
Jirou was sleeping (like duh).
And Kabaji...never talked anyway, so lets move on.
"Hiyoshi-senpai! Gekidasa da ze!" Now it was Shishido's turn to twitch. Choutarou just barely caught this out of the conner of his eye. Of course that didn't stop it from being very funny. The huge grin on his face testified to that.
"Pay more respect to your senpai Chibi-kun." The Enbu tennis player flicked him on the forehead.
"Ittai! How did you become bucchou anyways, you're mean." The boy mumbled under his breath. "Tori-senpai is so much nicer."
"Are you questioning oresama's decision?" There was a dangerous edge to the captain's voice. The kin of edge that promised a torturous number of laps. "And how, pray tell is oresama rude?!"
"Chigaimasu." Atobe watched as the new kid shook his head and slipped into a cool technical type of tone. "I didn't mean to contradiction you. And as for this morning well, a person is allowed to be slightly put off when someone walks off without reacting when they say thank you. Of course you might not have heard me. I was simply discussing with myself whether or not I should repeat my thanks. I meant that it had been rude of me to crash into you."
"Do you really ?" Atobe raised his eyebrow skeptically, his insight on full blast.
"Well, now that you mention it," the eyes were once again upside down u's. "Not particularly, no. Sumimasen."
"Why you..." For once Atobe was again rendered speechless. Never, ever, had he thought anyone could rival Seigaku's Echizen in insolence, but kami-sama was he ever wrong. Just as he was about to retaliate, a certain blonde interupted.
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Jirou tended to miss quite a lot of things due to his habit of sleeping when any normal person would be awake. In addition to that, the boy was an impulsive person and liable to do the first thing that pops into his head, and normally reacted to the first thing he saw upon waking.
So I'm sure you can imagine what happened when he woke up. Though he was still slightly groggy from sleep and wondering whether or not it was time to go home yet, the first thing he saw was something (or rather someone) cute enough to rival Rikkai's Akaya, Yamabuki's Dan, or even Seigaku's Echizen. Which was how Atobe ended up being nearly bowled over by a blonde torpedo."CHIIIIIIBIIIIII!! SUUUUUUGEEEEEEIIIIII!! HOI HOI ATOBE! WE HAVE OUR OWN CHIBI TOO NOW! KAAAAAAWAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIII!!"
He proceeded to crush his little new friend (whom he doesn't know the name of yet) in a bear hug and began horsing around with him, an activity which Gakuto gladly joined in.
And so Atobe was now left with Kabaji watching the three children (for lack of a better term) glomp and jump on each other with an indifferent if slightly tired expressions. Atobe was also slightly annoyed (read angry) at being ignored.
Oshitari was edging away repeating to himself again and again that he did not, in any way, know these people.
Hiyoshi groaned and smacked his head against the nearest convenient hard surface (which happened to be a flagpole).
Taki was clapping excitedly to the three more imature boys' strange beat, and laughing with Shishido who didn't notice because he was leaning on Choutarou from laughing too hard at Atobe.
And Choutarou?
Well, he had a good day after all.
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If you couldn't see the BALANTLY OBVIOUS Silver Pair implications, the I must say I feel very sorry for you.
