Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
Chapter 1
Due to her deal about living 'low-profile-ly', her grandfather denied her to live in the family estate in Japan; instead, her grand-pa seemed to have sorted out a normal, detached family house. The butler in the family residence in Japan picked her up from the airport, and dropped her off on the doorstep and never came back again.
Black lines rolled down her face when she saw the 'pathetic' size of the house, "Even my bathroom is bigger than this house," and kicked the front door as a sign of her frustration, "stupid grandpa, stupid parents, stupid fiancé, stupid house, stupid…" And she finally realized that the door is not opening with each of her kicks.
She stared at the pane of wood for a while, as if it would magically open itself if she stared hard enough. After that method failed, she studied the door for a while, "Now, how would a commoner open a door? Open Sesame?" But still, nothing happened.
Seeing a button, that looked like what people press in TV shows to open the door, she pressed it a few times and heard some muffled rings from behind the doors…but not once did the door open for her. After twenty more minutes of contemplating whether or not to kill the door like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, she spotted a hole in the doorknob and dished out a key that the butler placed on her palm before he set off. She remotely remembered the words of "open the door…key…" whilst she was thinking about the smallness of the house. She tried to push the key into the hole in several different ways and methods; after not succeeding, she started to forcibly push the key in and for some odd reason…it worked.
She struggled to drag her mountain of suitcases inside, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and said, "The inside of the house is as inelegant as the outside of the house – so ill-suited to my elegant style."
After taking a tour of the house, she pondered over one critical point, "which room is the bedroom?"
Hikaru's povSuch an ordinary-looking house but unordinary small…see…it only takes less ten minutes to walk around the whole thing. Thinking back to my elegant house…I still don't know my way around, even though I've spent my whole life living in there, and compare to this 'thing'…(sigh) so inelegant, ungraceful, tacky, ugly, ordinary…what would people think when they see my graceful figure living at such a place? Is it because I am so perfect that God is punishing me so that I know what it is like in the shoes of a commoner?
She heads to the kitchen and front room…
At least they have the decency to stock up on some essential goods and cleaned the place…but every single room is so small…is it even possible to stay alive in a closet? What if I die of carbon dioxide poisoning due to being enclosed in such a small space? Not only would the world lose its best treasure, but also that would be such an inelegant way to die. I can see it already, the tragic headlines saying:
"Yamashina heiress, died inelegantly in a commoner's toilet"
How could my family do such a thing to torture me, both mentally and physically? I bet my grand-pa is jealous of my youthful beauty that he is finding every single possibility to punish me for looking so perfect. Yes! Now I know why he keeps telling me that I should be more modest; it's because I'm making him feel more conscious of the fact that he's gaining more wrinkles as the years go by.
(Sigh) Hikaru looks out of the window, up at the sky.
"I never knew…that beauty is a crime."
After unpacking everything, Hikaru laid on the floor and gave a sigh of relieve. She took a shower before heading off to bed, where she thought about the information that her grand-pa gave her before she left…apparently, he has already arranged a school for her.
I don't see the point of me going through junior-high school, especially after my parents made me go through all that special tutoring during my childhood. Argh…this is so aggravating beyond belief (She buried her head in the pillow and groaned)
Hyotei Gakuen…at least the name sounds elegant.
Number of students: 1652 (1021 male and 631 female)
Land size: 36845 acres of land
Founded In: 1919
Head Boy: Atobe KeigoSchool motto: Orderly conduct, self-improvement and enjoying the school life.
Note: Can sign up to 3 school clubs. Have 3 sisters school overseas and have the opportunity to win an oversea scholarship.
Compulsory subjects: Japanese, maths, separate sciences, geography, history, politics English, p.e. (athletics and gymnastics and indoor sports), medicine, home tech. And technology.
Other subjects: Music, art, computing, calligraphy, German, French, Greek, Spanish.
What! Under the identity of Ashia Obe, a student who won the free scholarship after passing every exams with full marks…how…inelegant!
Hotaru-tono's elegant reputation is going down the drain…and fast.
The next day…
'Ashia Obe" looks at the gates of Hyotei Gakuen with a sense of admiration…and familiarity. A sense of belonging and attachment to this school rushes through her head. The luxurious style is just like her house back in Paris.
But…she doesn't look like she fit in this prestigious school at all. A thick black bob for her hair (a wig), brown contacts, thick-rimmed glasses that looks like it should belong to her grandparents and her school uniform being two dress sizes than it should be…squinting at the length of her skirt going below the knees when it should be much shorter, she winced…make that three dress sizes.
Grandpa, I know you love annoying me. But this is going way too far! Hotaru takes out a hanky…so long, my elegance!
Meanwhile…at the Hyotei Tennis Club
Oshitari inches to his team captain, Atobe, who is currently scrutinising the tennis courts for any mistakes: misses, 'outs' and bad serves. One little mistake and off you pop, 30 laps around the school premises…that's like a 10-mile run.
Ooshitari feels like he's stepping on predator's ground…"It seems like Atobe is in one of his 'elegant' moods again." Sigh.
"Atobe, what's up?"
"Heh?" Atobe turned is head slightly to show that he heard him.
"…Did something go wrong at the dinner with that Yumashina woman?" Trying to be careful with his word choice.
"Hmph…that inelegant woman! She didn't even turn up to dinner. I waited for her for 30 minutes, like an idiot. So inelegant!"
Blacks lines runs down Ooshitari's face because he can almost imagine Atobe throwing a strop in the restaurant…seems like a delicate subject. He decides to steer the conversation in a different direction to prevent aggravating Atobe further:
"I heard that she's supposed to be coming to this school this week."
Atobe starts to laugh weirdly, "Hm…hahaha – Yumashina Hikaru, sweet revenge will be mine...Hmph…making me wait in such an inelegant style….hahahahahahaha."
Oshitari quietly inches away before he becomes the receiving end of Atobe's 'elegant wrath'.
"Oshitari, not concentrating during training. 30 laps."
"No……"
And the elegant club with the elegant Atobe as its elegant leader ended up finishing the training elegantly with all its club members running around the premises of their elegant school. Amen.
Yamashina Hikaru:
Pseudonym – Ashia Obe
Age – 14
Sex – Female
Birthday: 12th June, Gemini
Height: 170 cm
Weight: 50 kg
Blood type: AB
Usual hand: Left-handed, but can use her right hand for every-day tasks, such as writing.
Hobbies: Looking at her own reflection, listening to her own voice on the recorder, taking pictures of herself and displaying it around the house, making speeches of how 'perfect' she is, drawing and painting her reflection in the mirror.
Family members: Grand-dad (on her mum's side), mum (from a family of French aristocracy) and dad.
Father's job: CEO of one of the world leading company that invests in fields such as electronics, entertainment, music e.t.c, although it is mainly Hikaru that manages the job…because he is always off in a honeymoon with her mum.
Strong subjects: All (especially languages, drama, classics and art… 'elegant' subjects.)
Weaknesses: "I have no weaknesses because I am so perfect" – Hikaru(A/N – liar!)
Favourite flower: Daffodil (Narcissus) meaning self-obsession and unrequited love.
Favourite colour: Golden yellow, rose red.
Character: Says what she thinks out loud. Thinks she is 'modest'. Has a way of aggravating people by being her normal self…thus making it really hard to like her.
About her: Previously home-taught. Over-usage of the word "elegant" and constantly addresses herself as "-tono". In her words, she is called "Hikaru"(light) because she sheds light and hope on all those that surrounds her – like how the sun shines on earth.
Ambition: Design the world's first "Mirror Wonderland"
What she looks for in a man: Someone who is as perfect as she is, both outer and inner beauty wise. (Hikaru: Which is not possible. For there is only one perfection in the world…and that is I, Hikaru-tono.)
