Ohayou Minna!

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I don't own prince of tennis... (but I sure wish I did)

this a bit shorter than the previous chapter but it still reached 1000 words..

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Rica closed the door behind her, she looked at her over-sized room, fit for a princess, as all people say, and things were either colored white or light pink. This was the place she hated and loved the most of the lonely mansion in which she lives. Hated, for it is like a prison cell in which all her feelings are always locked up, loved for it is a sanctuary where she can be alone, and for once only have her conscience to tell her feelings. Everything in it was truly large, shiny, and definitely valuable, she actually thinks these things are like that to conceal her loneliness and feeling of incompleteness. It was explicitly clean and orderly thanks to the maid that cleaned it every time she was not around. But despite all of this, she thinks that her life is at its worst, and every time she would do anything to make it better, it only worsens. She remembered a time when she had refused to go out her room for a whole day, just so that she could meet the maid that was always cleaning her room, but the attempt only resulted to reprimands, shouting, guilt and tears. She was punished, was grounded for a month, but was only allowed to stay in her room for 2 hours in a day, not included was the hours in which she slept, and then she was woken up at 8 a.m. and from that time on, someone will be keeping track of the time, and if her 2 hours were over, she had to wander around in the mansion, which she doesn't really know by heart and despite the fact that she lives there she would still get lost. It was just too huge for her to remember, and there were floors in which she had never been into as well. She felt so bad that sooner or later she knew she was going to commit suicide. But then somehow things did get better, especially when she found a note in her room, it was just a short note, but nevertheless its effect was very grand.

Mademoiselle,

We may not be able to see each other, but one could know a lot about a person just by cleaning their rooms, I would be happy to be your friend. I give you a ribbon as a sign of our friendship, it was given to me by a close friend of mine, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind, and that she would also want to be your friend.

If it were given to an ordinary girl, the one that goes to school, meets lots of people, and always make friends; it wouldn't have the same effect as it had when Rica received it, for her life was a lonely one, that only consist of walls, riches, strangers, and unanswered questions about her childhood. She was wondering through roads not knowing where to go and strangers would tell her how to live her life. She felt like a puppet. She didn't know herself, only what she was supposed to be and to do, acdg. to so-called strangers in her life. Somehow it shed a little hope in her, that perhaps her life isn't that bad, and that it would turn out right, and she would feel happy, one day. When she meets her friend.

My best (and only) friend

She smiled and laid herself on her bed, looking at its ceiling. She recounts the conversation she had with her boyfriend, yes she has a boyfriend, a very handsome one, they say, and she was lucky to have him, she loves him very much, they say, it was always them that says everything about her! Her boyfriend, She was suppose to be in love with this guy but she didn't even know how they met or how their relationship came to be like that, they say the reason she can't remember anything is because of an accident about 3years ago, and because of that she couldn't remember anything about herself, nor remember anyone she knew. She remembers waking up, seeing her boyfriend and her father looking at her worried, and then after that they talked, and always talked about her, about her life, how her opinions had been, how she's the luckiest girl in the world, how she's supposed to act, and how they were his father and boyfriend and how she had always loved them dearly, and they keep complaining of how she's changed drastically after the accident, but they don't even want to talk about it, and always leaves her questions hanging. Which is why she can't help but feel like living a lie at times, but she had no choice, did she? They fed her, gave her a house, educated her again, and took really good care of her. But sometimes she just really felt rebellious…

Flashback:

"Rica?"

"Dear?" A man kept calling at a girl with brunette hair, and chocolate brown orbs, the girl was staring blankly at space. The guy called again and fortunately this time she had reacted

"Sorry, about that… What were you saying?" she asked

"I was asking you where you'd like to celebrate your birthday?" The guy asked

"Japan" she said eagerly with hopeful eyes

"Japan!? But Rica, you know you're father would never have allo…" with that he stopped realizing what he had just said, he looked at her girlfriend

"Sorry 'bout that" he said apologetically

Rica sighed "Don't worry about it" she said then her expression changed to imploring ones "But I want my party in Japan, pls.!" she begged then she continued seeing the still doubtful look on the guy's face. "You see, I've never been there" well, if you wouldn't count the dreams, I haven't been there!

Due to her persistency, she was able to convince him to go to Japan, and to think that she was even thankful her father's dead, she's really a devil. But she wouldn't be able to go to Japan if her father was still here. He despised the Japanese, and didn't want any contact with them whatsoever. He would instantly get angry if anything connected with them comes up. And she didn't dare ask, in fact no one dares.

What is it with that place? Why do I want to visit it so badly?

She had kept asking this question to herself, only to find that the only answer she could think of is "because of my dreams". And don't ask how she knew It was Japan, It just is! But it wasn't enough to satisfy her curiosity, so she just let go of the question for later. She just lay in her bed, thinking, asking herself questions she knew would not be answered, at least not now, but perhaps later, later in her life, there will come a time, she will know everything about herself. They say that "you must never deny who you are, whatever you do",

But "Who am I?!"

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