Chapter 2- Tsukino Usagi

There was only one thing one Usagi's mind right now, Making sure she got the last point in this game. It had been going on for a while now, and both her and her opponent knew that it needed to end. The ball came whizzing towards her, and BAM! The ball went back over the net and bounced twice in front of her competitor, giving her the winning point. Relieved, Usagi sank to the floor even as the crowd went wild. She had just won the French Open after all. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, and then accepted her trophy. Then, she noticed a tall older woman staring at her with an odd smile on her face. Glasses covered her eyes, but somehow, Usagi knew exactly what color they were, red.

LATER

"Tsukino Usagi, 20 years old, considered one of the best Japanese tennis players, male or female." Usagi turned around. It was that strange woman again. "Is there something you want? Like an autograph or something? I'm kinda in the middle of practice right now lady."

"Yes. I have a proposition for you. I'm forming a league of sorts, made up from the best in their chosen sport. You are one of those chosen ones. Will you accept?" Usagi frowned. It sounded like fun, but would she be able to practice enough, would she be paid? "Can I think about it?"

The mysterious woman seemed frustrated. "I suppose, but maybe a list of your comrades will help speed up your decision?" With that, she pulled out a list and showed it to the blonde. Usagi's eyes widened immediately. These people were really famous, and from her home, Japan! Then, the reason she had even gotten into tennis like this resurfaced.

FLASHBACK-10 YEARS AGO

Usagi and her friend Naru had been walking home when they heard someone practicing on the tennis courts. Naru's eyes immediately widened as she registered who it was. "Usa, that's Zoisite King! He's a really talented player, one of the best!"

Usagi studied the man in front of her. He couldn't be more than 15. His long, strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a green hair band. He was fairly tall, and not very well muscled, leaner, like a swimmer. "Excuse me, Mr. King, I was wondering, could I play against you?"

Zoisite turned towards the high, childish, voice that was interrupting his daily practice. Once he heard her request, he smirked. He'd teach the ankle biter not to bother him."Sure kiddo. Come in here and grab a racket."

10 Minutes Later

Usagi was sitting on the ground, with tears in her eyes. Zoisite had ruthlessly launched his balls and had scored and won the match in just minutes. He now loomed over her, a nasty smile on his face. "You're just an amateur. Why don't you go and practice for the next 10 years and then MAYBE you'll be at my level" Usagi clenched her fists as he walked away. Never again would she lose to that cocky, rude guy.

(END FLASHBACK)

"I know what you are thinking Ms. Tsukino, and you will have plenty of space and time for practice. Why don't you come with me to Japan and see?"

NEXT DAY

"WAHHHH! It's so big! I'll come and live here!" Setsuna sat next to her younger companion. "Wait, don't you at least want to…"She trailed off as she saw the girl was already happily making calls to help get some stuff moved.

'I just hope the others will be this easy'

A/N: Wellll? Was it good? Next will be Minako. Also, should Makoto play basketball, American football, or baseball (all three are played in Japan)?