Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to someone…and it's not me.

"I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late!"

I ran up the long winding staircase up to Rose's room hoping that whoever was in that room wasn't a stickler for tardiness.

Panting, I swung open the grand door. Once again I was blinded by the light.

Squinting my eyes, I peered to see who was before me. As soon as I did, I slammed the door shut.

I power walked away hoping they didn't notice me.

I wasn't in much of a good mood right now because of a kitchen accident, but now I had to deal with all of them!?

"Hey! Wait up!"

Crap.

Only a little bit further and I'll be at the stairs. I was nearly there when I felt a strong grip on my arm.

"Why are you trying to run away?"

That voice…that monotone, cocky, stupid little voice. Only the fakest of fake smiles will be able to cover up the hatred smoldering up inside of me.

I swirled around hoping maybe my ears, eyes, and instincts were playing tricks on me.

Unfortunately, they weren't.

Before me stood Prince Ryoma Echizen.

First, let's get one fact straight.

He was unbelievably cute.

No, I don't have a "thing" for him, that was Sakuno, but I do posses an immense amount loathing. And I don't even know why! I guess that conceited attitude gets to me. Or maybe it's the way he smiles, or the way he walks, or the way he acts like he's better than everyone else…doesn't matter the reason, I just don't like him.

But my feelings aren't taken into account when the family decides to invite people over, all that matters is that I kept up a smile, and serve them their friggin' stuffed pigeons.

"I thought I had stepped into the wrong room prince."

My face hurts so much from this artificial smiling.

He snorted and raised an eyebrow.

"To me it looked like you were overcome with absolute horror, and then walked as fast away as possible hoping we didn't notice you."

Okay, now he just pissed me off. I know he was right, but it just burned me up knowing that was true. I hated when he was right.

I grabbed his arm with my hand and leaned in close.

"Stop messing with me, or I swear you'll wish you had all those little body guards of yours around to protect you."

I roughly shoved him out the way and marched over to Rose's room.

Wait…did I just—did I just talk like that to a prince. Oh, who cares, his short little midget butt couldn't do anything about it. If he did try anything I'll stomp a mud hole in his arse.

Never in my life had I rushed to one of their bedrooms so.

Again I swung open the door, but this time I didn't care if I was blinded by the white walls, the white carpet, the big windows, or the beautiful people in the room. The sooner I got this done, the sooner I would be able to escape from Ryoma.

"Oh, there she is!"

Again I froze. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Slowly with my head down, I walked up to them and curtsied.

"Good day to you Princes and Princess Rose."

Fuji, Yuuta (not really), and Rose all smiled and said, "Good day to you too."

"Now it's time to get to business."

Fuji walked over to the door and locked it. Then Rose and Fuji walked towards me with evil grins on their faces. Sensing the danger I backed away, but ended up backing into a wall.

Oh crap. I'm screwed, big time.

They closed in on me and I screamed.

All of the poking, and prodding, and pulling, and pushing, and squeezing, and tugging, and combing, and brushing was very unpleasant, so I'll skip to the end.

I hid behind a curtain while they tried to coax me out.

"Come on, we want to see."

"Please!"

"Yuuta really wants to see you!"

I heard a "Hey!" from where I was hiding.

He was forced to be here during my torture so he could put his input in. If I didn't come out, then Yuuta wouldn't be able to leave, and I wasn't so cold hearted that I was going to let him suffer.

Put aside my pride, I stepped out for them to look. "Hurry up and let me leave."

Yuuta's mouth hung open, while Fuji and Rose beamed.

"You look gorgeous!" Rose cried out. She even pulled me over to a mirror to prove her point.

My hair had been combed through at least 1,000 times, and it shines like it too. It was tossed over one shoulder and held in place by a flower shaped clip made of gold to match my dress. The dress looked like it was conjured up by a fairy.

I had to touch my face to make sure it was me.

"Wow." That was the only thing I could whisper.

A flood of memories came rushing back to me; I looked like what I did back then…

"What in the hell did you guys do to me!?"

Yuuta winced at my scream. "I told you she wasn't going to be happy."

Fuji just smiled at him and told him to leave. He gladly obeyed.

"What do you mean, 'what did we do', you look stunning."

I glared in Rose's direction.

"I look ridiculous! It looks like I'm begging to be saved from a tower guarded by a...a dragon or something!"

"What's so bad about that?"

"What's so bad? What's so bad!? I'll tell you what's bad about it!"

I was about to when that stupid, sword swinging, horse racing, good-for-nothing prince decided to step in. He stepped right in front of me and looked me square in the eyes.

The icy look in them made me take a half step back.

When our faces were barely an inch apart, he spoke in a low tone.

"Suck it up and wear it."

What a jerk.

"What if I don't want to?" I spoke in the same deadly tone.

"Does it look like I care?"

Knowing that no matter what I did I was going to lose, I leaned in even farther and glared as hard as I could, and made my final statement.

"I forgot; I'm not important. But if you knew, I bet you would."

Pushing him away, I walked coldly out the door.

Mwahahahahahahahaha!! I finally found the power of line breaks!!