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I groan at the birds chirping noisily and refused to open my eyes. Screwing them tightly shut, I covered my ears with a pillow. Who thought it would be a good idea to let birds exist and wake people up in the morning? How is it possible that I could hear their noise through a pillow?

I crack my eyes open, letting my eyes focus on the clock next to my bed. 9:30. Why did I feel like I was forgetting something? It was probably nothing and I shift in my bed, letting my pillow cover my face.

I bolt upright in my bed. Oh crap, I said I would go watch the matches at ten. Throwing off the covers, I jump off the bed only to slip and nearly fall over. Somehow, in thirty minutes I had to get to the local park.

The minty taste of my toothpaste lingered on my tongue and the foamy texture coated the inside of my mouth as I shoved my legs into a pair of light skinny jeans and tried to find a nice enough shirt to wear while tightening a chocolate leather belt. I spit out my toothpaste in the basin and washed my mouth with water, giving up on trying to find a nice shirt and pulling on a black ribbed tank top. I cursed at how it hugged my chest and hips and tore open the package holding my new Rikkaidai swimming jacket. I felt my hand connect with a slight rubbery texture and peered inside the large paper bag. A rubber snake lay on top of the swimming paraphernalia.

I cursed at Niou's existence. He was so getting payback.

The slight smell of new clothing met my nose as I pulled on the jacket and zipped it up halfway. It fit perfectly and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride, looking at my name stitched onto the right side of the black band running around my chest, right under the label of 'Swim Captain.' I could tell it looked good, even without looking in the mirror.

I put a spoon of yogurt in my mouth and gagged at the flavor. Yuck, I hate strawberry flavored yogurt. It tasted fake, and well, not like strawberries. Regardless, I swallowed and downed the cup of the creamy dairy product and shoved a piece of fruity gum into my mouth, to take away the flavor of fake strawberry.

With a brush, I attacked the mess on my head and willed for the tangles to go away. The half-wavy hair eventually obliged and sat calmly on my back, letting me win the daily battle for once. I pressed my fingers to my ear lobes to check if my fake diamond studs were in place.

Running to the front door, I stuff my lanyard with my keys into my back jean pocket along with my flip phone and shove my feet into my favorite brown combat boots. My extra cash rolled into my right boot presses against my ankle and I throw my pepper spray into my jacket for good measure as I burst out the front door.

It seriously had to be a miracle that it only took ten minutes to get out of the flat; I wish I only knew where the park was.

"Hey!" I yelled to the young boys who were playing on the sidewalk.

They turned towards me and sprinted away, screaming, "Alien!"

My eye twitched at the cheeky little kids, knowing that my only choice was to either wander around and find the park or get their directions.

I growled and set off into a run after them.

"Ahh!" the four boys screamed, seeing me gain on them.

I scooped one up, holding him around the midriff.

"The monster got me! Save me!" he wailed.

I held him up in the air and shook him lightly. "Tell me where the local park with the tennis courts is or I will devour you," I rumbled as menacingly as I could, fighting back a smile.

"Just go right on the road we're on and take a left at the first streetlight! Please don't eat me! I'm sure you're a very nice alien!" he squeals, waving his arms.

"If you're lying I will show you how mean of an alien I can be," I bark playfully, messing up the hair of the boy.

"He's not lying!" another boy cries. "Please just give him back! We promise we'll be good!"

I lower the boy to the ground and warn them, "I'll be watching," before trotting off to the direction they pointed at. I swore I could hear them sigh in relief and I grinned at the thought of the young kids who had made my morning a little brighter.

I whistled a tune to myself as I strolled on the sidewalk, stepping over cracks and dodging joggers who took advantage of the nice weather and gentle sunrays. The wind was non-existent and heaps of puffy marshmallows in the sky framed the horizon.

I checked my phone. 9:55. Turning left at the streetlight, I saw a few cars rushing by on the dark asphalt. I look up at the arch on my left and see the label 'park.'

I saunter through the arch and instantly see a few teenagers wearing colorful jerseys and balancing tennis rackets on their shoulders. There was not a single girl in sight. I hold my head up high and I feel like I'm on a catwalk, strutting for the world to judge. My auburn hair slides on my back as my side-bangs fly off the side of my face with each step. They watch me go by, pausing their conversations to see a foreigner invade a Japanese park.

One had the nerve to come up to me. He sneered in broken English, "Hello pretty girl. Are you lost?"

"I'm lost in the idea of why a person like you thinks he can try to flirt with me," I huff back in Japanese, not bothering to stop walking. "Unless you can tell me where Rikkaidai is, don't bother talking to me."

Another is nice enough to point to a shaded area about a hundred meters away as the boy who tried to flirt with me sputters.

"Thank you," I smile.

I strut off, feeling their eyes on my back.

"Wait!" a hand grabs my wrist and whirls me around. The boy who tried to flirt with me grasps my wrist tightly as he tried to stroke his fingers against my cheek. I recoil, disgusted.

"What makes you think you can touch me?" I snarl, trying to remove his fingers from my wrist. How could he do that in broad daylight without anyone yelling at him?

He smirks. "Why? Do you not like it?"

I raise my hand and smack him across the face. In shock, he loosens his hold on my wrist and I tug it from his grasp. My hand imprinted quite nicely on his face. I whirl around and continue walking toward the Rikkaidai team, who seem to be watching the commotion. I slip the pepper spray from my jacket as I could hear the rustle of angered footsteps behind me.

I straighten up right before I feel someone seize my waist. "You've done it now," he pants. Really, how did no one stop him before he harassed a girl in public?

Without hesitation, I unload the pepper spray behind me. I hear an awful shriek and feel my free waist. I shove my pepper spray back into my boot and walk towards the Rikkaidai tennis players. Kirihara's mouth is wide open and my silent gratitude to my grandmother runs through my head.

"Hello," I smile, bemused. "Glad to see you all come to my rescue instead of watching me be harassed," I teased sarcastically.

"He's on the ground crying," Niou comments. "I think he needs saving from you."

I shrug and tuck my hands in my back jean pockets.

"Are you alright Klysen-san?" Yagyuu asks, his glasses glinting.

"Yes," I smile gently. "Thank you for your concern."

"Is that a Rikkaidai jersey?" Kirihara tugs at my sleeve, looking at me with his emerald eyes and I couldn't help but grin back.

"Yeah, it's the swimming jacket. Look!" I point to my chest. "It says I'm captain on the front along with my name, and has the school's name on the back."

"You're the only swimmer," Yukimura remarks, immersed in his façade. I felt as if he was looking down upon me and was annoyed with my presence. "Who are you the captain of?"

I shrug again, "Me."

"Ne, vice-captain," Kirihara calls out to Sanada, "why can't we have nice jerseys like that? We look like bees in our new yellow jerseys."

Sanada glares at me, as if I'm the cause of all of his troubles, which, in a way, I guess I am. He looks away after a couple of seconds and I smirk.

"Why does the vice-captain have a rod shoved up his ass?" I whisper.

The regulars try to muffle their snickers. Marui and Kirihara fail miserably.

Sanada snaps his head up and stare angrily at Niou. I pretend to be aghast at what 'Niou' said; I love acting like the innocent one.

"Wait, I swear that wasn't me," Niou backs away, hands up in protest.

"Fifty laps at the next practice," Sanada snarls back.

"But it…" Niou begins to object.

"Sixty," Sanada scowls.

Niou shuts his mouth.

"Calm down Sanada," Yukimura says smoothly, in that almost angelic tone.

I grin and blow a gum bubble. "Not that I don't love sitting and chatting with you all, but when does your match start?"

"At eleven," Marui answers, leaning against a pole with his hands tucked behind his head. "We're seeded first so we get a bye in the first round."

I could have slept another hour and still made it on time? Ugh, well that is frustrating. Not like the birds outside my window would have let me though. I run my fingers through my hair, irritated.

The regulars collapse into easy conversation and Niou whispers, "It was you, wasn't it?"

I tilt my head to the side and blink innocently. "I have no idea what you're talking about. But I trust that you won't try to pull anything on me in the future."

"This is for the snake, isn't it?"

I give him a sadistic smile. "I'm glad that you understand me."

"The fangirls are here," Jackal announces.

The squealing bunch dressed in yellow and pink were jumping up and down in short skirts and revealing tops. I cringed at the sight, knowing that if I ever dressed like that, both Keigo and my brother would snap at me to change instantly. They crowd around the regulars, offering Marui sweets and their love to Yukimura.

"Why is she here?" one screeches, pointing at me.

"Well nice to see you too," I reply sarcastically. "I missed you so much. Do tell me where you get your skirts from so I never go there."

She huffs and doesn't bother to reply.

Jade 1, fan girl 0.


I blow a gum bubble as the breeze disturbs my hair. I couldn't help but feel a bit concerned when that guy harassed her. I also couldn't help but feel a bit impressed that he was now on the ground crying. If we go against that school, Rikkaidai will crush them. I could tell that the majority of the team cared about what happened to her, even though we didn't act like it.

The auburn locks wave in the gentle wind and her piercing blue eyes light up as she talks with Kirihara. Her Rikkaidai jacket fits her perfectly, almost as if it was an extension of her. Yukimura looks slightly irritated with her presence, even if it was hard to tell.

"Why does the vice-captain have a rod shoved up his ass?" she sighed.

I clap a hand over my mouth as I try to stop laughing. Muffled noises come out as Sanada looks murderous.

"Fifty laps," he snarls at Niou.

Smart. She knew that Niou would be the one to be blamed.

As Niou protests, she turns her head slightly, with a smirk gracing her features.

"Not that I don't love sitting and chatting with you all, but when does your match start?" she says, blowing a gum bubble.

She's chewing the wrong kind of gum. Everyone knows apple is the best.

"At eleven," I reply, leaning against a pole with my hands behind my head. "We're seeded first so we get a bye in the first round."

She sighs resignedly.

Yanagi mutters to himself as the others converse with each other.

Squeals cut through the air as a bunch of girls in awkward cheerleading outfits bounce over, babbling about giving me cakes. They're honestly like cockroaches. They swarm and they're impossible to get rid of.

I glance over at Klysen and see her sticking out her tongue at a cheerleader. I smile at her childish antics, which is funny coming from me.


I'm sorry for the short and late chapter! I just started school and I've been really unmotivated. Reviews motivate me the most!

I'll reveal her health issues next chapter, because of the short chapter.

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