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-- Seigaku Tennis --
-- 03 --
"Which?" Arai asked you annoyed, just wanting to get it over with. You slowly looked at the racket in his hand. You shrugged.
"Smooth." He spun it and it ended on the opposite - rough. You shook your head. "Too bad." You smirked and walked onto the right side of your court, ready for his serve. You let out a sigh and pulled your cap down further over your eyes - hiding them. After that you started spinning your racket between your fingers in your right hand.
You didn't even look up as Arai hit the ball, sending it flying against you. You just listened to the sound. The first was from the impact between racket and ball, the other as it hit the ground, going up again.
You slung your racket, hitting it perfectly, and send it back against his court. There it hit just inside the corner. Arai didn't have a chance. "Ah ..." You said. "It slipped ..."
"15-0." Someone, being the referee, called out.
"Bastard ..." The junior muttered, making your smirk widen. Oh yeah? Sorry 'bout that ... You waited for him to serve again, and as he did, you did just the same as last time.
"30-0."
"Eh?" You said lowly, staring at your racket. "This feels weird ..." You shrugged it off and waited for another serve. "Nothing important ..." You laughed to yourself. Then you hit another return ace.
"4- 40-0"
Finally you actually looked up, your eyes closed in a smile - like Fuji's. But still you could see Arai. He was actually already sweating. Scared? You thought it would be soooooo sad for him, if he didn't even manage to get a point - or hit the ball, except in a serve. And so, as once again a serve made its way to you, you just made a perfectly normal hit - and he was able to hit it back.
"Well done." You mocked. You hit it back with ease.
"Umph!" Arai-sempai seemed to have a hard time doing the same.
"Too much power?" You asked him, smirking. "Well, if you can't handle it-" You hit the ball back, even more powerful. "Then I'll just end it!" The ball flew right between his legs, hitting behind him. He just stood there, frozen.
"1-0 to Mikoi." The ref said.
You hit the ball on your racket as you walked to serve. "You know, just because I'm only a freshman, you shouldn't underestimate me." You told him, getting annoyed at him. Who did he think he was? Your eyes narrowed as you were about to start. You glared at him - which made him recoil quickly. The ball was thrown high into the air and you hit it.
It looked like a normal serve - completely normal. But it isn't. As the ball hit the other side it stayed there. It didn't bounce. It didn't move. It just spun and stopped.
Everyone fell silent.
They stared in disbelieve at the ball.
They stared at you, just standing there.
"Who is he?!" Someone asked another, breaking the silence.
"15-0."
Again.
"30-0."
And again.
"40-0."
And a last time.
"2-0."
"Hurry Reika! Reiku!" Minako called out to the two others. "They've found him!"
"Ah!" Both girl ran after their leader, aiming for the tennis-courts. The three girls passed through the halls, down the stair, through the doors and outside. There the continued running for the sound of a tennis ball being hit.
As they hit the breaks in front of a lot of people gathered around a single court, they froze too. They looked at you, staring bored at another guy on the ground, his racket ten feet away from him.
"Jai-kun?" Minako whispered.
"What's going on?" Reika asked puzzled.
You rolled your eyes. "Wasn't that just exciting ..." You said. You looked at your racket. "Oh!" You said out loud. "That's why it felt weird." You held it up. "The string is broken!" You laughed. Then you turned around and walked off the court. You grabbed your bag and kept on walking.
What a waste of time - and racket.
"Ah, Jai-kun! He's leaving!" Minako snapped back into reality. "Hurry!" She ran after you, and the two other girls followed. "Jai-kun! Wait up!"
You looked back and halted. You smiled at them. "Hello." You said slowly. They stopped up in front of you and bowed.
"Hi, Jai-kun!" They said.
"What was the match about?" Minako asked you concerned. "Against that junior."
"Nothing important." You shrugged. You looked at your racket. That was my favourite ... You sighed. "He was just a little annoying."
Then you started walking again.
"Nothing to worry about, I think we've sorted it out."
"Else!" Minako said enthusiastic. "We'd take care of him!"
"Ah ..."
Scary ...