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Speed of Love

Chapter 3: If we meet again

I must make this fact straight to everyone here. Tennis players can't cook. And I am serious about it.

Watching Yuuji trying to chop up fish is enough for me to broadcast to you all that, never trust a tennis player to cook or do any chopping up. I mean, we might be extremely talented in tennis, but when it comes to female labor, we suck.

"This is meant to be chopping, not stabbing," I groaned, gazing at the helpless pieces of fish scattered around the board. Some even managed to splat onto the table and others onto the ground. Basically, this was a mess.

Yuuji ignore me and growled at the fish instead, "I hate fishes," he mumbled to himself, continuing to force the kitchen knife down onto the slimy ocean animal.

We're making tuna sashimi in home economics. But it doesn't seem like we're getting very far with the slicing and chopping. And some part of me, felt a little sympathetic for the poor Tuna Fish.

"Be gentle with it Yuuji," I grumbled, "Your literally tearing the fish in half!"

Turning around and glaring at me with deadly eyes, Yuuji gave me a look, "Oh you want to try?" he gestured towards the knife

I smiled and shook my head, "I am good with just watching the fun," I sweetly retorted his generous offer

"Thought not," another mutter.

Sighing to myself, I merely continued to stare at the fish and it's dissected body parts. Poor thing…

~Speed of Love~

"Kenya, why do you smell like fish?"

Kagami gazed at me from head to toe, scrunching her nose up as a horrid scent of fish stormed up her nostrils. Grumbling, I hastily folded my arms across my chest.

"Blame Yuuji for dissecting tuna," I snorted, focusing my eyes on the running tracks that lay ahead.

Standing next to Kagami, Shiraishi snickered, "Home economics?"

I sighed, "Got that right, Sherlock."

Continuing to laugh to themselves, the lovebirds went away with fits of chuckles. Ignoring the weirdness that the two was demonstrating, I concentrated myself on the clumps of students dotted about the school's oval and running tracks. It was club selection afternoon for the first year students and boy, was this busy.

"Hey Shiraishi, shouldn't you be taking care for the tennis club right now?" I questioned with a small side ways glance

The Bible of tennis grinned and shook his head, "Nah, I got Zaizen to be in charge," he replies, "Test out his captain skills."

"You sure he'll do it right?" Kagami asked in a rather concerned tone

I pursed my lips into a smirk, "It's Zaizen," I remarked, "That genius brat is freaking smart."

"Senpai."

Tensing up at the bored and haughty tone, I slowly turned my head in the direction of the voice. Standing there with a heavy pile of paperwork and a crowd of loud first years busting in the background, was Zaizen Hikaru with the usual look on his face.

"Ah Zaizen. Looks like you're attracting more members!" Shiraishi exclaims, "What a great captain you'll be!"

Looking not too pleased, Zaizen twitched a brow, "Senpai," he uttered, "I can't do this all by myself, I need some help."

"But you never ask for help!" I retorted, a childish grin curling up.

Zaizen growled in complete frustration, "Are you going help or not?"

I absolutely love teasing Zaizen. It was adorable to watch him get pissed off. Especially when he gets all moody and acts grumpy and ignores you for the rest of the day. Though, unfortunately today, Kagami had already stepped up to help.

"Course we'll help you," she beamed a creepy smile at both me and Shirashi before walking forward to help the genius brat.

Sighing, I gave a roll of my eyes and followed on behind Shiraishi and Kagami, unwillingly joining into the group of mess, "You owe us Zaizen," I mumbled

And as habitual, Zaizen totally ignores me and turns his attention onto something else, "Oh and, can you please them to stop calling me sir," he gestures towards the group of first years rambling behind him, "It's kind of freaky."

Twirling to the clamp of junior students, Kagami spoke up, "Ok first years," she says, "Can we please drop the honorifics?"

Almost immediately, the group sung back, "Yes Ma'am!" they chorused in unison

Fully taken back, Kagami blinked in surprise, "Didn't I say drop?" she muttered to herself

"They're first years," I ushered, "Don't expect them to listen."

"Lesson Learnt…."

~Speed of Love~

"I swear, Shiraishi was torturing us today with those laps," I complained, kicking down the clubroom door before walking in

Following behind Yuuji sighed, "Says you." He mumbles

Yet, Yuuji wasn't the only one who sighed. Around the sides of the clubroom table, another frustrated and tried groan was heard. Popping her head up from three heavy files of paperwork, Kagami looked like she was about to faint.

"Why does this team have to be so popular," she protests, rolling herself off the chair, "Literally every first year wants to join in."

I chuckled, "Probably because we are the only team in Osaka who has ever reached the nationals," I explained, flinging the door to my locker wide open, "Not to also mention that there is a certain speed star of Naniwa supporting the team."

"Cocky much Kenya?" a cheeky laugh was heard from the doorway as the famous biblical body inbounded.

Haughtily grinning, I turned back to my locker, ignoring the chuckle that Shiraishi erupted as he approached Kagami, "Got much sorted?"

From the corners of my eye, I watched the two quietly as Kagami described the categories. Honest to say, I was kind of curious of this year's new first years. I mean last year, genius brat Zaizen joined us and that was living hell, and then Kin-chan…well, I won't go on with that

"I've sorted the application forms into three categories," she began, "Green folder with first years who are right handed and can mostly play single matches. Yellow folder are left handed and can both play singles and doubles," Kagami gestures towards the thick folders, "And lastly, is the red folder which has ambidexterity players who can play both singles and doubles." She finally finished and caught her breath, "They're also the hotties…"

At that very moment, everyone in the room turned around and blinked at Kagami with agitated facial expression. Though, only Kin-chan remained innocent and pure. Raising a mocking brow at us, Kagami pulled a smirk.

"I am just kidding," she insists

Zaizen frowned, "I am mentally disturbed," he muttered to himself

Sighing to drop the awkward silence, Kagami picked up her school bags and swung them over her shoulders before Shiraishi planted a kiss on her cheek, "Thanks for doing those for us," he expressed, "I'll see you outside."

With a nod, Kagami headed for the door, "I shall leave you all to strip…." She announced and disappeared through the door.

Yeah, don't ask why I hang out with these people….

~Speed of Love~

And just as I thought I'd have a peaceful afternoon after tennis training, I was forcefully dragged to go shopping with Shiraishi and Kagami for Kurarin's (i.e. the sandy blonde furred pet tabby cat Kagami owns.) food. Seriously, why am I being dragged into this instead of enjoying hanging out with speedy-chan? I mean, I am not the one owning a cat that is the animal version of Shiraishi!

Annoyed, I unwillingly trailed after the chatting and 'kissy face making' couple. I was grumpy and the speed they're walking at was slower than a snail. Goddammit peoples!

"Hey!" A girly voice called. I plainly ignored it. Knowing the possible chance of the voice belonging to a fan.

"Hey! Please wait up!"

Sighing with irritation in my breath, I stopped and turned around. Exactly like yesterday, I was greeted by a horizon of deep red, star dazzling blue orbs and a beautiful face that made my heartbeat twice as fast.

"Oh hey," I gulped, realizing who it was.

The girl huffed and puffed as she tried to catch her breath, "Y-you walk r-really quick you know…" she breathed out

Couldn't help but to grin at that comment, I lightly shrugged my shoulders, "It depends," I replied, "I am not always fast."

She continued to gasp desperately for air. I furrowed my brows. Her oxygen intake was much larger quantities than a normal person, "Are you ok?" I asked

Nodding her head, the girl looked up and beamed me a smile, "I am fine," she assured, "I don't do much exercises these days so I am a little weak,"

Standing up and smoothing down her clothes, the girl carefully straightened her bags. She was in her school uniform. Much unlike yesterday were she wore causal clothes instead. A long thin case was in her left hand as well.

"I am just coming to say thank you for yesterday," she says, "My friend got her CD today and she is really happy, all thanks to you."

I gently smiled. This girl was sweet. "It's nothing," I pushed the lame thought out of my head

"Really," The girl went on, her eyes sparkling even more, "Thank you so much! I owe you!" she blurted out

Shrugging, I shook my head, "It's fine," I retorted, "Don't bother repaying me."

Yet, the girl didn't listen a word I said, "I promise I'll get it back to you!" she said with determination

I sweat dropped, "T-there really isn't the need to," I muttered

A horrid look fell upon the girl's face, "Oh no!" she exclaimed, "But my tou-san always says, when someone gives you something, you must repay them."

Taken back, I blinked, "B-but the CD-"

"My name is Akatsuka Hikari, and I assure you that I'll pay you back no matter what!" she announced, totally ignoring my words from before. Happily, she stuck out a free hand to shake, "Though it is nice meeting you too."

Snapping myself back to reality, I pulled on a genuine smile, "Well, if you really insist on paying me back," I sighed, taking the offering hand to shake, "Then look out for the name Oshitari Kenya."

~Speed of Love~

"So…."

Grumbling, I looked away in the opposite direction. Trying to completely ignore the fact that Shiraishi and Kagami were both staring me with creepy eyes. Murmuring to myself, I fasten my walking speed and zoomed away from the prying couple.

But, they managed to catch up, "Who is this girl?" asked the biblical figure of tennis. A small mocking grin plastering across his lips.

I rolled my eyes, "Would you two stop it?" I protested, "I don't know her."

"Though she knows you…" Kagami was unwilling to give up

Biting my lip with frustration, I growled, "We met yesterday at the music store," I explained, "She was the one who got the CD before me."

"Oh, so she was the one." Shiraishi's grin widened

Face palming, I hurried ahead, "You guys are so annoying," I yelled back, "I don't know anything about her!"

"Are you certain?"

"Shut up!"

"Oh Kenya, there's anything wrong about teenage romance."

Oh sure there isn't anything wrong with shaking a girl's hand and then feeling this rush of heat run through my heart. Cause, that's not called falling in love? I don't think so…

-To Be Continued…-

~Speed of Love~

I am sure you all know the drill now….