Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis, just the OCs.
A/N: Oh hello everybody. This was originally going to be two shorter chapters but I didn't like it that way so I combined them. Also, here's a list of some things that may or may not be very important (yeah, they're not that important. Please feel free to skip over the next part)
Some Things Cara Has Recently Realized
1) She sucks at writing detailed tennis matches.
2) Half her OCs have brown hair.
3) Atobe actually has brown hair, so although she said he had gray hair in the first chapter, he shall have brown hair from now on
4) Yuuka and Shun appear to be very popular, hmm...
~xXx~
"The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it but that it is too low and we reach it." -Michelangelo
~xXx~
"Game and set, Sorano! 6-4!"
Damn, Chizuru thought as she drank from her water bottle. She eyed the red haired girl who was wiping her face with a towel. Sorano-buchou's too much for me.
Though Chizuru had held her serve for the first game, she'd lost the next three in a row due to Tsukiko's high stamina and level headedness. She'd managed to bring the score to 4-5 and had been poised to win the next game but made an unforced error by hitting a forehand into the net. Tsukiko had won the last game easily, taking the set with it.
They hadn't even started the second set yet, and the curly haired second year was already worn out. The captain, on the other hand, had barely broken a sweat. Damn her stamina.
It came to no surprise that Tsukiko won the second set at a quick 6-2.
"Good match, Chizuru-san," she smiled kindly, and Chizuru just could not bring herself to be angry at her. Captain Sorano was simply better, that was all there was to it. "Your forehand's really something, and that backhand's gotten a lot better. Just try to work on your volleys a little more, get some more angle and you'll be all set," Tsukiko suggested.
"Thanks, Sorano-buchou," she nodded, though what she was really thinking was, I get that you're captain, but that doesn't mean you can talk down to me like that, Sorano-buchou
Chizuru liked Tsukiko, she really did, but the one thing she couldn't stand was losing. And she had lost horribly to her. It simply wasn't acceptable.
Unacceptable, Chizuru, plain unacceptable.
She didn't know if it was her own voice saying that or not.
Even worse, when she turned to look at the boys in the bleachers, the only one that mattered wasn't watching. Why won't you notice me, she thought wistfully, staring at a boy with silver hair and brown eyes. If I didn't exist, would you even care? Would you notice?
But it was pointless to think those thoughts. They were desperate and overdramatic and stupid, stupid, stupid.
~xXx~
Anna was not happy. The service ace that whizzed by her wasn't helping, either.
"Game, Shiina! 4-3!"
"Shit," she swore quietly. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."
Ikue happened to hear the string of profanity as they walked past each other to switch sides. "Careful, Hayashi-san," she commented, violet eyes glinting in an almost overbearing way. "You might just get attacked if you let yourself get carried away."
Too late for that, Anna thought sarcastically, shooting daggers at the back of Ikue's head. She already felt like she'd been attacked, stabbed through the middle and gutted out. The first set had gone smoothly at first, both holding serve until 2-2. Then Ikue had gone all out, serving aces after aces and using quick footwork to return every shot. Anna had managed to make a small comeback and brought it to a tiebreak, only to lose that 3-7.
She'd remembered far too late that Ikue had made it as a regular last year. Due to the complaints of a third year who'd been trying out since middle school, however, she had given her the spot, saying that it had been a close match between them. And while Ushijima-senpai had been a good player, she hadn't been good enough, losing to a Rikkai first year in the Kantou finals. Many had blamed Ushijima for the loss, though some even thought it was Ikue's fault.
Looking at her now, Anna didn't know how this could be the same girl that had willingly given up her spot.
~xXx~
A heavy storm was raging while Airi was clinging for her life on the edge of a jagged cliff. Fukumitsu Erena was stepping on her fingers, crushing them under the heel of her shoe to make her let go.
"Fifteen-thirty!"
Okay, so maybe that was an overstatement (she'd managed to hit a spectacularly angled volley that Erena couldn't even touch). Still, she'd lost the first set at an abysmal score of 6-1, and was poised to lose the next game at 1-3. The fifth game, to be more accurate.
Way back in Ireland, before she'd even moved to London, her very first coach had explained to her the importance of the fifth game. By then, the score would be 0-4, 1-3, or 2-2. That fifth game would determine if the loser still stood a chance, if the gap between the scores got bigger, or who took the lead. Every game, every point was important, yes, but that fifth game especially. One did not want to be the loser of the fifth game.
Except, against a player like Fukumitsu Erena, you did not want to be the loser of a single point, period. Within the first two points, Airi had come to to conclusion that while her forehand was wickedly powerful, her left arm was not strong enough to play with, that perhaps her backhand was the weak link. Then she got a taste of that one handed backhand and knew that this girl had no weak link. None whatsoever. Every shot she hit was onehanded yet somehow, that one arm was enough. How Airi had even won a game, she did not know.
Between the sets, she'd asked Erena why she didn't use her left arm. The answer had been simple. "I can still use it to hold and pick up things, and I used to have a two handed backhand when I was little. But then it got broken and didn't heal all the way, so I just got used to hitting onehanded backhands," she'd shrugged as if the brace on her wrist didn't bother her.
Airi admired that greatly.
It seemed like there was nothing Erena couldn't do. She wasn't the fastest on the team—Airi had seen that Himura Shun during laps— but still pretty damn so. That backhand had astonishing power and speed to it, and that forehand? Completely out of this world. Her net play was also solid, reflexes fast and eyes sharp.
A counterpuncher's speed, an aggresive baseliner's power, and a volleyer's quick thinking. Fukumitsu Erena was the complete all rounder.
The storm raged on harder than ever, and Airi was barely keeping hold of the edge.
~xXx~
"Fifteen-forty!" As Erena's backhand sliced cross court.
"Gotta admit though," Shishido muttered, "that Yoshida's pretty good." Although having lost the first set horribly and the current one was going no better, she still held her own better than other girls had against Erena.
Atobe nodded, though his expression lacked the usual smirk as he watched the match carefully. "What makes you think I'd be friends with a weakling, commoner?" He replied distantly, heart not in the jab.
Shishido didn't even bother looking at him.
"Thirty-forty!" Airi's drive volley was simply too much.
Oshitari raised a brow at Atobe. "I didn't know Yoshida-chan was a serve and volleyer?" he commented, faintly surprised. He had been told by Atobe and Kabaji that Airi was an all court player, yet volleys were clearly her forte.
"She isn't," to everyone's surprise, it was Kabaji who had spoken up instead of Atobe. "Airi is an all rounder, but her volleys are her main weapons," he explained.
"Then why not just use serve and volley, if her volleys are so much better?" Jirou cut in for the first time, causing Choutarou to jump a foot in the air. Nobody had even realized he was awake.
Atobe shrugged elegantly. "I've never asked. Perhaps it's because while she has a natural gift for volleys, she tried too hard to play like us," he gestured between himself and Kabaji. After a second's consideration, he added, "Though I would agree that it would be more beneficial to have her play serve and volley. Perhaps Jirou could guide her."
Shishido scoffed, jerking his chin towards Jirou. "In case you haven't noticed Atobe, he's asleep again." True enough, the sleepy volleyer was knocked out again.
"Forty all!"
"Oh?" Atobe murmured, leaning forward in interest. "It appears Airi is making a comeback, right Kabaji?"
"Yes."
It was Hiyoshi's turn to scoff. "I would hardly call that a comeback," he muttered, unimpressed. He knew for a fact that he couldn't beat Fukumitsu Erena, but also knew that he could play Yoshida Airi evenly.
Kabaji spoke up again for the second time. "You just wait and see, Hiyoshi-kun," he replied. His dark eyes were different, shining for once in a way that didn't make him look as robotic, more alive. Proud, even.
"Advantage server!"
On the court, Airi took a deep breath. When she served, it slid low and quickly, Erena managing to get her racquet on it but returning just centimeters out.
"Game, Yoshida! 2-3!"
Yes, Kabaji was very proud. He knew his best friend would come through, win or lose.
~xXx~
"Game, set, and match, Shiina! 7-6, 7-6!"
Anna was exhausted. She wanted to curl up in a fetal position and just stay that way forever, but she also didn't want Ikue to know she felt so defeated. Not after she'd poured all her rage into that last set, fueled her anger to make each shot flatter and faster, each serve blazing down the tee. How the hell had she lost when she'd just played like that?
Where she was fiery rage Shiina Ikue was cool rainwater, washing down all of her efforts.
The second tiebreaker had been much closer than the first, and Anna had even been up 6-4 at one point. And then somehow, Ikue brought it to 6-6 and gained the momentum, winning 10-8. It just. Wasn't. Fair.
"Don't be angry, Hayashi-san," Ikue said as they shook hands. "Everybody loses."
Bitch, Anna thought for the seventieth time that day. "Yeah, I know," she replied curtly. I know better than you do.
Ikue looked as if she was going to say something else, then stopped, violet eyes sympathetic for once. "It's not me you're mad at," she finally said, twisting her racquet around in her hands. "It's not me, and it's not Sakaki-sensei either, and I don't think you're mad at yourself."
Anna glared, hazel eyes hardened to spear points. "So what? Trying to psychoanalyze me? Maybe you should talk to Akechi about that, since that seems to be her forte."
"No," the golden-brown haired girl shook her head, stopped twisting her racquet. "It's just the truth."
She wanted to say something else, wanted to yell at Ikue for knowing these things about her that she didn't want others to know. But she didn't. Instead, Anna sighed, let her rigid posture relax. "Yeah, I know."
I know better than you do.
~xXx~
"Game, set, and match, Akechi! 6-4, 6-3!"
Yuuka descended from her finishing smash, rested her racquet on her shoulder. Shun, on the other hand, was on her hands and knees after trying to return it, knees skinned and palms scraped. It was so embarrassing. She could feel the pain from her minor injuries, but more from the hot shame that washed over her.
"Great match, Himura," Yuuka said, for once sounding the slightest bit sincere. She extended her free hand to help her up.
Shun just glared at her, topaz eyes aflame. "Fuck off, Akechi," she spat, grabbing her racquet and briskly striding off the court.
"Hey!" she heard Yuuka call. "Did I say anything to deserve that reaction? I don't think so!"
"Oh fuck off," Shun repeated under her breath, shoving past the swinging door. On her way out, however, she was surprised to find Tsukiko waiting with a weary expression.
"Since you clearly have some anger to walk off, why don't you accompany Erena and go to the sports equipment store and pick up our official uniforms?" Tsukiko didn't so much suggest as she kindly ordered, tone strict but eyes soft.
Shun just looked at her. Yes, she was angry. Very, very, angry. It was just that today, she'd lost to Yuuka worse than she'd ever lost to her before. Every time they played each other, they'd always had to play three sets, and half the time she even won. What was wrong with her today, why hadn't she been playing up to her normal standards?
Or perhaps, she thought wryly, Yuuka had simply overpassed her normal standards.
"Fine," Shun sighed, hanging her head down pathetically. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. "I'll go."
Tsukiko nodded, reaching out and placing a hand on her shoulder. "Good."
~xXx~
"I'm telling you Tsuki, I didn't do anything to make her that mad," Yuuka said immediately upon Tsukiko's entrance. God forbid, did she look guilty for once in her life? That, Tsukiko thought amusedly, was a moment for the scrapbook. At almost eighteen years old, the genius that is Akechi Yuuka has finally felt some remorse and guilt. And it only took her eighteen years!
The red haired captain just shrugged. "Of course you didn't, Yuuka. I came so I could watch the end of your match, but it had already finished by the time I got here. Everybody else finished up already, and Erena went to pick up uniforms."
Yuuka's eyes lit up in the familiar information gathering way of hers. "What were the scores?" she asked, intrigued. Apparently Himura Shun was no longer of her concern, now that there were other more interesting topics at hand.
"Shiina-san beat Hayashi-san with two tiebreakers, and I beat Chizuru-san 6-4 and 6-2. As for Erena and Airi-chan…" Tsukiko trailed off, shook her head. "The poor girl lost the first set at 6-1, but played a little better the second one at 6-3."
The eden eyed girl nodded, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I'd like to test her out myself," she mused.
Tsukiko shrugged. "Next time Yuuka, next time," she chided. "Airi-chan seemed a little tired after playing Erena. Those volleys of hers though are something else."
"Better than Hayashi's?"
That took a second to contemplate. "I have no idea, actually. Maybe they should play next time. Or maybe Airi-chan against Shun-san, that would be interesting."
Suddenly, Yuuka stopped dead in her tracks, face shockingly dead serious. She'd even lost the calculative gleam to her eyes. "Himura was distracted today. It would have been a lot tougher if she'd been on her game."
Tsukiko raised a brow. "How do you know that for sure, Yuuka? Maybe you've gotten a lot better?" she pointed out.
Yuuka shook her head. "Trust me on this. I've studied her enough times to know. And I want a rematch"
~xXx~
Miura poured tea into two mugs, one for herself and one for Sakaki. He was standing in the middle of the living room/kitchen/bedroom/gallery, taking in his surroundings warily.
Really, it was embarrassing. She bet every Hyotei teacher lived in a mansion or at least a big house. Miura Fuyuko owned a studio apartment that was crammed with paintings and sketches all over the walls. It wasn't because she was poor, what with the wages of Hyotei teachers being more than generous. She just didn't think it was necessary to own a huge mansion all to herself.
(Though she suspected that that Atobe boy's father owned enough mansions to have one for each member of the family)
"Please, sit down," she said, pulling out two chairs at the table. Sakaki nodded a bit awkwardly, taking his mug of tea and settling down. With his smart business suit and combed back hair, he looked far too fancy to be in her studio apartment.
Miura, who was wearing dark jeans and a casual blouse, cautiously took a sip. She had a feeling what he was going to talk about. "Is there something wrong with the team?" She asked.
His first response was to sigh, then slouch down a little. "I've told them that Sorano and Himura will be running the team, since half of them so clearly dislike me," Sakaki admitted, rubbing at his eyes.
Miura had to cover back a laugh. "It's Akechi-san isn't it?" A weary nod. "And Hayashi Anna?" Another nod. "Himura doesn't like you either, right?" A third. "Well, Kataoka-san can't possibly hate you, can she? You are the one helping her with music competitions." She pointed out.
"Yes, well one out of eight isn't very-" Suddenly he jolted upright, stared at her incredulously. "How do you know Kataoka and Hayashi are on the team?"
She winked. "Just a guess. I'm guessing Shiina and Fujimura also made it."
Fujimura? Ah yes, Fujimura Haruko, who had been in Yoshida's block. "Shiina made it, yes. Fujimura, however, lost to a transfer student, Yoshida Airi from London. She's childhood friends with Atobe and Kabaji," Sakaki explained.
The raven haired woman frowned slightly. "Interesting," was all she said, wistful and forlorn. She wanted to be the one coaching the team, he knew, not Sorano and Himura, and definitely not him.
Alpha's got her pride, got her teeth and claws and growls.
It was now or never, Sakaki decided. "Miura-san, if you don't mind me asking, why...why were you fired?"
She fixed her green eyes on him, cold and retreating but not asking for mercy. That look was identical to the one embedded in Hayashi's hazel eyes, cold and icy and capable of stabbing someone.
"I wasn't fired. I quit on my own accord," she snapped, setting down her mug harshly.
He ignored the painful sound it made, leaned forward. "Why did you quit, Miura?" That made even less sense than her being fired. Hadn't she been happy? Hadn't she always been powerful and reliable and happy?
For a moment he thought she was going to tell him the truth, admit something that he hadn't been aware of before. Then she shook her head, stood up and gestured towards the door. "I believe you've overstayed your invitation, Sakaki-kun. Please leave my apartment now."
Alpha's just kicked another out of her pack. Beta's gone, gone, gone.
~xXx~
As she was leaving the changing room, Airi caught sight of a head of auburn hair. "Hey, Kataoka-san!" she called, jogging up to her.
Chizuru turned too quickly, causing all the books and folders in her arms to fall to the ground. "Shit," she mumbled, getting down on her hands and knees to pick them all up.
Airi got down and helped her. "Sorry about that, Kataoka-san," she apologized. "I just came up to say hi."
"It's alright, Yoshida-san," the auburn haired girl smiled tiredly. "What are you still doing here though? Practice ended two hours ago."
"Oh yeah, that. I was going to stay behind and work on some serves or hit with a ball machine you know, since I lost pretty badly to Fukumitsu-senpai, but then Hayashi-senpai was already there self practicing and she didn't look like she wanted to be disturbed. And then Wakata-sensei had to talk to me about something, and Keigo-senpai and Munehiro already left, and I'd forgotten something in the changing room, so-."
Overwhelmed and a little amused, Chizuru cut in. "And somehow two hours had already passed?" She laughed softly.
The other second year blinked, and then flashed a crooked smile. "Yeah, pretty much," she laughed as well. "But why are you still here, Kataoka-san?" Airi asked curiously, eyeing the sheet of paper in her hands. "Piano music? I didn't know you were a musician too."
Chizuru shrugged, averting her eyes self consciously. "Yeah, sort of. I guess you can say my piano playing's better than my tennis," she murmured quietly.
"Really? Do you compete then? I had a friend in London who participated in flute playing competitions."
"Yeah, I do. Sakaki-sensei's actually friends with my teacher, and he helps us get ready for competitions," Chizuru admitted.
Airi picked up the last fallen book, studied the cover. "Jesus, Chizuru-san, you're on the honors course like Munehiro?" She gulped at the mere thought.
"And track team too." Chizuru added, mentally raising a brow. She's calling me by my first name when just seconds ago it was still Kataoka-san? Okay then…
"That's amazing," Airi grinned, handing the advanced textbook to her. "How can you handle all that? I mean, I can hardly get up in the morning even when I set an alarm, which Keigo-senpai so stubbornly refuses to let go of."
Chizuru shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance. "I just have a lot of free time, that's all," she mumbled. Did Yoshida Airi ever stop? Then again, she was just being friendly, so it wasn't that bad, but Chizuru really wanted to go home. Wanted to bury her head in her pillow and contemplate her life and cry any tears she wasn't allowed to cry out in the real world.
As if her prayer had just been granted, Airi stood up, checked her watch. "Well, I should probably be getting back soon. See you later, Chizuru-san!" She called cheerfully, waving as she ran off.
It took Chizuru a couple seconds to register what had just happened, and when it did she smiled softly. The other second year might have thought she was impressive, but Chizuru really found her spirit inspiring.
She really wanted to be friends with Yoshida Airi.
"Hey, um, Yoshida-san!" the words slipped out of her mouth before she could think things over. Airi turned expectantly. "Um, actually...would you like to come over to my place?" The words were so, so, desperate it hurt. So desperate and pathetic and stupid, stupid, stupid.
But Airi was not one to judge or patronize. All she said was "Sure" and to Chizuru's shock, took one of her many schoolbags and carried it herself.
Chizuru wasn't like Shun or Ikue. She had plenty of friends, plenty of nice people who had common interests and opinions. One more friend, however, couldn't possibly hurt.
~xXx~
Anna knew she was probably the biggest sore loser on the planet. Actually, sore everything, because she just couldn't bring herself to be happy with any results. Win a match? Cool. Lose a match? The opponent's a bitch that deserves hell.
She didn't want to ever lose again, the next time Tsukiko decided to hold practice matches. She didn't even care about winning, as long as she did not fucking lose.
Bam! Her serve rocketed cross court...except it was out.
Bam! In, but barely.
Bam! Out again.
Bam! Finally, straight down the middle. It would have been a perfect ace.
She remembered the last time she'd lost at something so big, remembered the sympathetic look in her sister's eyes, the cold anger in her mother's. How she'd declared that she was done, done with everything and just wanted to play tennis. How she'd been scoffed at.
You won't be much better at tennis, kid. Trust me on that. With that attitude, you won't make it anywhere in life. And after I've spent so much time on this, so much fucking time getting you ready and signing you up. That stunt of yours was absolutely disgraceful and disrespectful, and I won't deal with it anymore. You're not the only who's quit, Anna, I've quit on you.
Anna...
She squeezed her hand into a fist, closed her eyes for just a second. Just one second of peace.
You'll be okay, Anna, I know you will.
Maybe, she thought dryly, opening her eyes, maybe I'm going schizophrenic or something.
When she reached for another ball, she found the basket was empty, empty, empty.
~xXx~
"Here to pick up the uniforms for Hyotei Gakuen, please." Erena said, showing her Hyotei ID.
"Ah, yes. Wait here a moment, I'll be right back out."
As the cashier bustled into the back room, Shun exhaled and leaned against the wall, feeling so tired and drained. Why had she been forced to play Yuuka today? Even worse, why had she lost so badly?
It wasn't actually that bad of a score, actually, but she knew for a fact that they were even in skill level. It always took three sets and usually one or two tiebreakers, so what was wrong with her today, losing in straight sets?
Well, things could have been worse. At least she was here with Erena and not Yuuka. Though she had a feeling that Erena didn't like her that much either, at least she didn't hate her. Shun could deal with that.
At that moment, the bells on the door jingled as two people walked in. Shun ignored them, so tired she was tempted to curl up on the floor right there and fall asleep. It didn't sound like a bad idea, actually. She allowed herself to close her eyes but remained leaning against the wall, relishing the moment of relaxation.
"I thought you said you knew your way around Tokyo, Hana," a girl's voice said, calm and smooth with an undertone of amusement. "Maybe spending too much time in Kanagawa has confused you."
Shun frowned but didn't open her eyes. What were people from Kanagawa doing here, at this hour?
The voice that replied was anything but smooth and calm, almost bristling and defensive. "Well I'm sorry I haven't been here for six years, Nori-chan," she muttered. "Being at Rikkai makes you forget some things."
Rikkai.
Her eyes flew open, landed on the two girls wearing Rikkai uniforms walking towards the counter. Erena's did too, she noticed.
Holy shit.
Both of them were blonde, but that was where similarities ended. The taller one had thick, well taken care of dark blonde hair sweeping down to the middle of her back in a glossy sheet. Her facial features were very good looking with arched eyebrows, a healthy complexion, and fierce amber eyes. Pretty like a lioness, someone you'd admire but also felt wary of getting lashed out at.
The other girl was of average height and a slender but stable build. She was pale pale pale from her snowy complexion to her light blonde hair, but her eyebrows were darker and she had unreadable teal eyes. It occurred to Shun that if Erena was the fairy queen, this girl was the snow queen, all wintry paleness.
The girl with dark blonde hair happened to notice them, amber eyes glancing over their uniforms and smiled in a similar but much different version of Yuuka's silver tongued wildcat. More like the smile of a quick tempered fox. "You must be from Hyotei." She said, voice a suspiciously pleasant tone. "We're Rikkai."
"I can see that," Erena nodded dryly. "I think I'd recognize the uniform of the school that beat us last year."
The girl just shrugged. "I'd hope so," she murmured. Then, she turned to the other girl, the pale one. "Hey Nori-chan, you should probably introduce yourself."
"Nori-chan" simply nodded. Though her actions didn't say so straight out, it was obvious that she held more power than the other girl. "Ikeda Minori, captain of Rikkai's girls team," she extended a hand that was also pale as snow.
Erena was about to take it, had Shun not stepped in her way and took it herself. "Himura Shun, vice captain of Hyotei." she replied coolly. Lifted a brow at the girl with dark blonde hair. "I'm assuming you're vice captain?"
She lifted a brow in return, which looked so much more impressive on her considering hers were arched. "No, I'm actually not." There it was again, that quick tempered fox smile. "Akamine Hana, part of Doubles 1."
"Fukumitsu Erena."
Neither Hana nor Erena offered to shake hands.
Shun spoke up, voice purposefully accusatory. "Aren't there tennis equipment shops in Kanagawa? Why are you all the way in Tokyo?" she questioned, eyes narrowed.
"Don't get ahead of yourself and feel flattered or anything," Hana waved a hand dismissively. "Our vice captain got into some trouble with the tailors there, so I suggested we come here, since it's decently close by."
"Is that so?" Erena stated dryly, flicking her fringe out of her eyes. "Reliable vice captain you've got there, from the sound of it."
Hana bristled up noticeably, amber eyes suddenly gone cold. She made to retort, only to be stopped by a snow white hand on her arm. "Don't, Hana," Minori shook her head. "It's not worth the trouble." Facing Erena, she said, "I hope we'll get the chance to play each other in Singles 1."
Erena cocked her head, studied her for a second. The difference in height didn't seem to bother either of them, perhaps being Rikkai made you automatically seem taller, more powerful and domineering.
But Erena was Hyotei, and Hyotei could hardly be called weak. "Yes, I hope so too, Ikeda-san," she nodded slowly.
Shun was Hyotei too, didn't show it as much but still was through and through. She picked up the box of uniforms and nudged the tall girl. "Let's go, Erena," she ordered, making to move past Minori and Hana. The former raised a brow, the latter just narrowed her eyes.
Erena followed, whistling lowly the second they left the shop. "And that's Rikkaidai for you," she murmured thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Shun agreed, shrugging. "They're kind of bitchy." I can't believe Takara's teammates with them.
The taller girl just laughed.
~xXx~
End
~xXx~
A/N: I'm still debating whether or not I should write half the story from Rikkai. On one hand, I originally wanted to do a Rikkai story and love those characters a lot (especially Akamine Hana. She was my favorite and I just had to introduce her here). On the other hand, I might have to deal with some annoying people who accuse me of plagiarism. Oh well. I'll make that decision soon. They'll be showing up a little in the next few chapters, so I'll just ask you guys what you think when the time comes.
Also, a lot of you are really curious about Miura, which makes me really happy because that's a big part of the story that will be revealed little by little ;)
A friend Flying Kingfisher mentioned to me that it was hard to picture the characters, so I decided to write some mini bios. Y'know, just appearances, which class they're in, some other stuff that was mentioned, those kind of things.
Sorano Tsukiko
Appearance: Long, wavy dark red hair, blue-black eyes, above average height, graceful build, pretty facial features
Class: 3-B
Other: Captain, kind, shy around adults, performer, best friends with Yuuka and Erena
Himura Shun
Appearance: Straight dark hair, brown topaz colored eyes, average height, composed and neat
Class: 3-A
Other: Vice captain, solitary, rivalry with Yuuka, very proud, father on school board, doesn't have/care about friends
Akechi Yuuka
Appearance: Purple to pink ombre dyed hair, calculative and absorbing eden eyes, average height, constantly smirking
Class: 3-B
Other: Described as a silver tongued wildcat, cryptic, sly, twists words to her will, best friends with Tsukiko and Erena, Atobe's ex-girlfriend
Fukumitsu Erena
Appearance: Pixie cut black hair with a green highlighted fringe, green eyes, very tall
Class: 3-H
Other: Left arm in a brace, Oshitari's ex-girlfriend, half Greek, best friends with Tsukiko and Yuuka, fairy like appearance, "Fairy Queen"
Hayashi Anna
Appearance: Princess worthy golden hair, hard and sharp hazel eyes, above average height, "Beauty Queen", extremely beautiful
Class: 3-C
Other: Reclusive, strong opinions of others, hard exterior, older sister was on Rikkai's team, dislikes Oshitari
Shiina Ikue
Appearance: Golden brown hair, two stripes of blue and green dye, violet eyes, average height, tanned complexion, decent features
Class: 3-D
Other: Ghostlike actions, friendly but always appears bored, subtly provokes others
Kataoka Chizuru
Appearance: Curly auburn hair, pink eyes, average height for a second year, dark shadows under her eyes
Class: 2-A
Other: Known as "a robot that's capable of human emotions", stacked up with extra curricular activities, crush on Choutarou
Yoshida Airi
Appearance: Pale brown hair, night colored eyes, below average height
Class: 2-C
Other: Half Irish, Atobe and Kabaji's childhood friend, transfer from London, friendly and easygoing manner, high spirited
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