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Again, I'm not so sure if she's a Sue or not so a review of what the readers think would be nice...sorry that this one is a little shorter than the last, and probably not as good in quality either, I wrote it in about 4 hours and only went through it once because I was working from 11am to 7pm today so I didn't have much time to actually work on it...

But I'm going to try and update this story every other day, alternating between Fan Girl or Lover and this one every day, but reviews will help me a lot in continuing to update like that.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and my OC's...However I do wish I owned Prince of Tennis and all the Cannon characters.

Summary: Age Makes Skill...Since When? Jun Hara is a first year in Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku High School Division. She is known for gymnastics and inglorious sport hoping, so what exactly happens when she decides to take up Tennis? Two hot headed Teenagers...what could go wrong? Oh that's right. Everything. Kirihara x OC

Chapter 2: Flirting

Dear Jun,

I'm happy to hear that you found a new hobby but I hope, like you said you wouldn't, that you won't stray from your gymnastics practice... I sometimes feel that just because your father and I aren't there that you think you can skip out on your responsibilities. I hope this will be the last thing you decide you want to test out; it's about time for you to settle down and get in the habit of sticking with something for longer than a month or two.

Tell Rika we say hello, and thank you for taking the time to teach you how to play tennis. We appreciate it.

Jun, your father wanted this to be a surprise but I thought I should let you know a little in advance; we are scheduled to return in a little over a month. I hope you have a new gold medal by then... Don't forget about your competition, its in two weeks.

I love you, and you father told me to tell you that he's looking forward to fun game of that American Football he loves to watch, I still can't understand how he sits there and watches while all they do is throw a ball and push each other onto the ground. Ridiculous.

I'll see you soon.

Love,

Mom

"Come on, keep your legs straight. Toes pointed!" Jun tried to drown out her coaches screeching voice, seeing as how it was directed towards the other girls, and focus on keeping her handstand on the beam.

"Watch Jun, girls, you see that? That's what I want you all to do." Jun's arms wavered for a second before she forces herself upright – err, upside down – again. That voice was going to be her downfall.

She wonders why she even comes here anymore. Well besides the fact that gymnastics is the only thing that gives her freedom while her parents are away, which is 11 months of the year, mind you. If she didn't do gymnastics (first place is mandatory) then she wouldn't be allowed to attend Rikkaidai. Her mom would force her to attend some school half way across Japan simply because her grandmother lives there and she'd have someone besides Hajime to take care of her.

As if.

No way would she go live with her grandmother, the first thing she'd be forced to do would be dyeing her hair a "natural color," like black. She'd be forced to "be rid" of "that god-awful bloody hair." Which, in case she forgot, is her NATURAL hair color. It wasn't her fault her hair was a natural red, just like it wasn't her fault her eyes were naturally green…like Christmas.

"Jun! Keep your legs straight!" – Just like it wasn't her fault for spacing out in the middle of practice…it was that screechy voice which keeps making her lose her concentration.

"Psst, Hara." Amaya, one of the newer members on the gymnastics team being only ten years old, looked up to Jun like a little girl would look at the night sky after just being told the for every time you count a star you'll have a wish granted. "Hara~"

Jun turned to look at her, dismounting from the beam landing up right and finishing her salute. "Yes?"

"I heard you started up tennis, did you get tired of dance that quickly?"

"Hmm, I guess. I just didn't find it very challenging. But tennis looks like it might be fun, I couldn't even hit the ball last time I tried…and when I did, I hit one of the tennis regulars at my school in the face…hehe, Seaweed-Senpai~" She snickered into her hand replaying the incident.

"Rika," Jun mumbled through a mouthful of dirt. "I was concentrating~ But that guys loud voice distracted me." She pushed herself up into a sitting position, wanting nothing more than to go back in time so she could serve that ball again…speaking of that ball…where'd it go? "Hey, Rika, what happened to my ball?"

There was silence for all of a second before someone – a guy – started shouting. "Why you…watch where you're aiming that thing! Do you want to kill me, girl?"

Jun reached up to innocently ruffle the back of her hair, a small pout on her face to hide the laughter that wanted to escape because there, on the guys face, was a big red mark in the shape of the furry yellow little ball she was trying to serve just moments before. "You messed me up, you know that right? I would have hit the ball that time if it wasn't for you…"

"What did you say, -"

"Seaweed – Senpai," She finished her sentence.

"I am not a Seaweed!"

"Seaweed - Senpai~"

"Brat…I'll get you for this…" Kirihara Akaya started forward, but was yanked back by Kuwahara Jackal.

"Yeah, that's right. You can't get me…the super, amazing Jun Hara!" Jun stuck her tongue out, "Seaweed – Senpai."

Jackal "accidentally" lost his grip on the taunted boy.

"You can't get me, you can't get – eepp!" Kirihara successfully tackled her onto the ground, thus beginning a wrestling war… one of the only sports Jun has yet to try because she never found any interest in it.

"Can't get you, huh?" Kirihara Akaya sat atop Jun's stomach; "I seem to have you right now."

"You'll never take me alive!"

"…"

"…"

"Jun," Rika started, "You're an idiot."

"But Rika~"

"No."

"Rikaaaa~"

"Oh Kirihara~" Niou sang, another one of those prank-on-it's-way smirks on his face. "You should stop flirting and get off the girl so we can start practice."

Yanagi, knowing this was going to happen, already had his line prepared. "Or at least move to the locker room so we don't have to watch you."

Kirihara promptly bushed at the implications and jumped off an unknowingly blushing Jun, startling a laugh from her.

"Niou, Yanagi!"

Meanwhile Kirihara sneezed making his teammates look at him, "Someone must be thinking about me."

"Jun, come up here please." Screechy voice asks (more like demands) "Now girls, Jun here is going to demonstrate a Round Off Back Handspring Back Tuck Kick–out, watch carefully." She looked at Jun. "Understood?"

Taking a deep breath Jun nodded and got into her ready position, standing up straight only aching her back slightly, her hands held in front of her in a low Preparatory Ballet Position, feet together, and head up.

She took off into a sprint her arms coming up and forward in graceful motions preparing for a cartwheel, kicking up from the ground into a back handspring. Her body flipped in the air once, her toes pointed, hands stationary by her knees, neck straight, and her legs straightened midair. She landed. She saluted.

"Very good, Jun. You may sit down now." Her coach (the one with the screechy voice) said. "Now did you all she how she did that? She started with a smile, something you all forget to do. Every little minuscule thing counts to these judges; you're going to be competing in the semi – national tournament in just two weeks. Practice makes preformed. Not perfect. If you practice it wrong you are going to do it wrong. So smile. Keep your toes pointed and legs straight. Now get back to practice, you only have an hour."

"Buchou…" Marui tailed off.

"100 laps, now go before I make it 200 hundred." Yukimura ordered, looking at his team regulars, working them to the bone.

"Yes, Buchou!" And they ran.

Sanada ran beside Yanagi and Yukimura, The Big Three, all thinking of the National Championship.

Sanada thought of his next match with Tezuka.

Yanagi thought of how he was going to beat Inui this time around.

And Yukimura thought of Jun Hara, the girl who missed ball after ball the day before. She didn't give up despite how uncoordinated she was, and in the end managed to hit an advanced serve. Granted it did hit their junior ace in the face but he could ignore that seeing as how it was the first ball she actually hit.

When Yanagi later told the team of her nickname, Yukimura grew even more intrigued… The Sport Hopper, eh?"

She could prove to be interesting, and if she showed enough dedication, just what he needs to get his players minds back into the game.

Coming in second to the same school for three years in a row really can do something to a guy, huh.

Niou tripped Kirihara, instigating a string of curses from the younger boys mouth. Yukimura smiled.

Or maybe it didn't change them just as much as he thought. But still, this is tennis practice.

"Niou, Akaya, ten more laps."

Niou grumbled and Kirihara yelled, "But Buchou…!"

"Twenty laps," Sanada reinforced.

"Hai."

Rika Kimitsuna walked along side her kouhai, her best friend, holding her tennis racquet in one hand and her bag in the other. Jun, still sweaty from four hours of gymnastics, panted beside her trying to keep up with the taller girl.

"Rika, slow down~ we aren't having a race~"

"That's a great idea Jun, lets work on your stamina." Rika tossed her a feral grin; "If I beat you to the tennis courts then you have to run thirty laps at top speed." Then took off in a sprint…to the courts, which were over a mile away.

"Rika! This isn't fair~ I just finished my gymnastics practice!" Her only response was mocking laughter from came from quite a ways ahead oh her.

She took off, passing miffed tennis regulars on the way to the school courts. They had just finished a four-hour tennis practice filled with sprints and ball catching; they weren't even allowed to pick up their racquet!

"Where do you think they're going?" Niou asked his doubles partner Yagyuu.

Yanagi answered, "There's a ninety-nine percent chance they're heading to the tennis courts we just left."

"Well I'm hungry, how's up for some cake? His treat." Marui pointed to a startled Jackal.

"What?" You'd think he'd have learnt by now.

And the team set off towards the local burger shop, only getting a few feet before Yagyuu pointed out something that they all failed to notice, "Where'd Kirihara go?"

The team looked around.

Marui in disappointment knowing that they'd have to follow him to keep him out of trouble.

Jackal in relief realizing his wallet had just been saved.

Niou in misplaced happiness knowing he could use this for another prank.

Yagyuu just sighed not caring what they do, it didn't affect him in anyway.

Sanada pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a migraine coming on.

Yukimura smiled in amusement, his thoughts on the same path as Niou's now that they weren't on the courts anymore. Hey, he wasn't called the Child of God for nothing.

Yanagi voiced his calculations, "There's a eighty-nine percent chance he followed after Jun when she ran by us to retaliate for yesterday, and an eleven percent chance he went to get ice-cream from the ice-cream truck that past us a couple minutes ago."

Marui's disappointment was quick to turn to mischief and he smiled, glanced at Niou and the Buchou before racing after their junior ace towards the tennis courts; Niou following immediately afterwards.

"Well then, shall we follow them?" Yukimura directed towards the remaining members and they too followed their Ace.

"Puri~"

Again, sorry for how short it is...not even 2000 words Dx

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