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-- Seigaku Tennis --
-- 02 --

Sighing, you bended down and picked up another ball. Isn't this just the most exciting thing in the universe! You thought sarcastic, thinking about ripping the coach into a billion shreds. But violence don't solve everything! Well ... maybe a nuclear-bomb ... Pick up balls! Bah! But then again ... if you did kill the coach, that would give him a chance of sending you of to an institute or something. You cursed lowly as you once again grabbed around a ball. You looked at the little yellow thing ... your mind trailed off ...

This isn't what I expected ... You thought. You had come there to have fun. To play some tennis! Not to pick up balls ... Not to be the lowest in the society. You wanted to do something exciting.
To play tennis.
Lovely,
exciting,
fun,
wonderful,
tennis ...

But oh no! You had to pick up balls! It should be the ones throwing them away that should do that low-life job! You had joined the club to play tennis! You started spinning the ball between your fingers, absentminded.

Somehow, this made you want to just go back to the old school. You hadn't expected this ...
But deep down, you knew you'd never do that. First of all, that was because of the person you hated the most. You knew, you couldn't handle to look into that gleeful face of your father's. He'd laugh and torment you for that forever more!

And that was sure, that weren't going to happen!

But then again ... This didn't help the current situation. You were still picking up balls. Nothing was able to do something about that. I could of course donate a lot of money, so they could buy someone to do that ... But before you had thought it through, you decided that weren't a good idea either. Money doesn't solve anything either!
You sighed again.

You snapped out of your thoughts and picked up yet another ball. As you stared at it ... your mind drifted off again.
But not for long ...

Smack!

It felt like your skull exploded and your eyes popped out of your head. Something had hit you right above your neck with a high speed. Slowly, you reached up and touched the place, where the impact had happened. To see if everything was okay, or there maybe was a bone sticking out or something. Luckily, there weren't any ...
But still, it did hurt. Stars were circling around your head, in and out of your vision. You shook your head, as someone yelled at you. "Get moving!"
You turned around and looked at some junior making his way over to you. You tilted your head. "Eh?" You asked him, confused. You somehow stared at the pulsing vein at his forehead. He stopped up in front of you and glared down. You glared the other way - up.
"Can I help you with anything?" You asked him, not sure what - if any - you had done wrong. Wonder if I killed anyone in my sleep again ... You joked.
He kept on glaring, as if he wanted your eyes to burn. "Hello?" You asked, trying to make contact to his upper floor.
"Why are you stalling?" He snapped at you annoyed.
"Eh?" You repeated. Stalling?! That didn't make sense ... Okay, you had been somewhat sleeping, but - that wasn't stalling! "Sorry? What?"
"Do you want me to pick up my balls myself?!"
You sighed, while mentally smirking. This - this was going to get entertaining. You looked up at him, your smirk now plastered on your face. "Actually, yes." You told him and nodded. "I do."
"Why you little-!" He looked as if he wanted to hit you now. "Show respect to your sempais!"
Show some respect to your sempais ... You mocked in your head. "Err, sorry?" You tried, sarcasm written all over your face. "Respect? Oh please, I am! As much respect as you deserve ..."
You noticed out of the corner of your eye, that quite a mass had gathered around you two - mostly other freshmen and juniors, but a few seniors also. The freshmen looked like 'oh boy' - while the others just saw it as entertainment. You rolled your eyes. "Lovely ..." You muttered, so only you could hear it.
"What?"
"What, what?" You asked back. Then you looked sceptically at him. "Are you alright? I think you are hearing voices."
That really did make his blood boil. You just enjoyed it all. This is a LOT more entertaining that picking up balls! The junior grabbed the collar of your shirt, lifting you up, making your feet dangle under you. But as it now looked as if a fight was about to begin, the seniors saw this as their cue. "Enough, Arai!" One of them said, stepping out. Two was right behind him. "Put the kid down."
Put the kid down ... You thought, laughing. Put the gun down ... All the same.
"But-!" Arai looked like he was going to answer his sempais back - but, coward. He didn't, but stopped himself. Slowly, he let go off your shirt and you gracefully landed on your feet again. You dusted yourself off, while looked back up at him. You looked quite bored.
Now he returned to glaring at you.

Fine ...

You glared back. My win ...
"If you absolutely has to settle this ... do it over a match." One suggested.
Now we're talking. You smirked, but Arai didn't look like he thought it as a good idea.
"Like I'm going to waste my time on that kid, I don't think so. He probably can't even hit the ball!"
"Scared." You muttered in-between coughs.
Once again he glared.
You laughed. Gotcha...
"Alright, but I'm not going easy on you." He pressed a finger against your forehead and pushed you back. Mentally rolling your eyes, you walked over to your bag and pulled out one of your rackets. Now spinning that between your fingers, you walked onto court. Bored, you stopped up - looking at your opponent. This was going to be real easy ... You had already seen his play.

Actually, this ... is going to be boring.