Waaa!!!! I'm going to start school in a week! Hello freshman year!! Back to the story. This is a short chapter I apologize. Initially, I wanted it to be one full chapter consisting of only the match between Amui and Naori. But that got too long once I began with the details and it went on to be a very, very, very long chapter that I had to split the chapter up so I won't have to waste time scrolling for mistakes! Also, if you're wondering, I play tennis.

And…oh my! A lot of you hate my second OC for some reason. I wonder why?? You can tell me in your reviews why some of you prefer Naori over Amui. What is it? The personalities? The looks? The fact Naori has powers? You can tell me and maybe, I'll improve their characters based on your reviews.

Matches I

Amui half-heartedly trudged all the way to the girl's locker room with all her equipment strapped to her shoulder. Her equipment being the tennis team's uniform and one of the selected racquets from the team. Amui didn't know why she felt so tired. Maybe it was from all that hellish training, or the fact she was training from day to night. Or maybe she was nervous of her opponent. Either way, she was tired! Amui plopped down on the benches and laid down, hoping to get some naptime in before the matches.

"Shizumiya! Wake up!" A commanding voice screamed.

"Uh…" Amui groaned, rubbing her head.

"You have an important match today! Don't go sleeping on us!" The captain yelled at her.

"Yes ma'am." Amui weakly replied and started changing into the team uniform.

"Shizumiya-san." Another one of team members called out. Luckily, one of the nice ones. "Shizumiya-san. You're very lucky about today's matches. We're facing one of the best tennis clubs in Japan!"

"What's so lucky about that?" Amui skeptically asked whilst changing her top.

"It so happens that your opponent also got an injury as well, so you're actually going to be playing a sub!!" The girl happily exclaimed. "Rumor has it that it happened yesterday, so they just picked some random girl walking in the street to play for them. The chances of you winning are rising up!"

"Hmm… That's good to know." Amui said in relief.

"What's wrong? Aren't you ecstatic?" The girl cocked her head to the side while asking.

"Oh no! It's nothing! I just…well…feel a little bit nervous." Amui answered with wavering emotions.

"Well don't be!" The captain confidently answered. "They just got some random girl off the streets to play! And she only had a day to practice! You're going to win, trust me!"

Amui mused on at the thought. Maybe they were right. She's been practicing this thing for a whole week while her opponent only had a day. She's definitely got the advantage. Amui had no idea why she was all nervous back there. She'd really need to shake the butterflies out once she got on the courts. It'd look pretty stupid for Hitsugaya anyways since he'll be cheering for her.

Amui smirked and snapped the elastic on to put her ponytail in place. She was now confident she'd win! For sure!

"Hold on! I'm facing her!!!!" Amui stared dumbfounded at her opponent. She sighed and fainted on the ground in a heap.

"Shizumiya?" The captain reached down and shook her awake. "Of course she's your opponent. You both are listed down as the second singles players. Don't worry! You can beat her easy."

"You kidding? I'm definitely going to get creamed!" Amui snapped.

"What are you talking about?" The captain pointed at her opponent. "Look at her! She could barely even pass as a middle school student! You got this!"

Amui sighed and put her defeated face. No way was she going to win! She was facing the girl who wants to hunt her down, the girl who hated her from the very start, the girl who wants to erase her very existence! Okay…maybe Amui was overreacting, but this is Naori Hibana she's facing!

"Hey? Isn't your opponent talking to your boyfriend?" That was enough to snap Amui out of it.

The captain glared at Naori while she walked over to Hitsugaya. "That's low! That boy's been to all of your practices! Now she's trying to dig up some dirt!"

"Chill…they know each other." Amui calmed her down and also left to get to Naori and Hitsugaya, who seemed to be having their usual, straight-faced, business talks.

"Hitsugaya-taicho? What are you doing here?" Naori asked, confused.

"Shizumiya asked me to. You? You look like you're in this tournament." Hitsugaya gestured at the sports-like tank top and the tennis skirt.

"These girls came up to while I was in the shopping districts. They were all asking me if I could play this human sport. They came at me so fast I couldn't finish my grocery shopping!" Naori replied.

"I didn't know you could play this sport." Hitsugaya was secretly amazed a little.

Naori slightly chuckled at the remark. "I don't actually."

"Hey guys!" Amui called out for the two.

"Shizumiya…" Hitsugaya mumbled.

"Hey Hibana-san. You and I are facing each other." Amui winced at the thought.

"How interesting." Hitsugaya mused on, glancing at both of the girls. "I never expected for this to happen."

"I'm leaving. Our match is about to start anyway." Naori bluntly said and left. Suddenly, she turned over to Hitsugaya. "By the way, captain. You can still cheer for her. I assume that's why you're here." And by then, she left.

Amui stared on, dumbfounded at the girl. Naori really does switch fast for someone who only does that only for missions. "I guess I'll go as well."

"Good luck." She suddenly heard.

"What?" Amui turned back to Hitsugaya, surprised. He really didn't seem the type to be that enthusiastic.

"Good. Luck." He repeated, punctuating on every word. "You're going to need it since you're facing my subordinate."

"Wow…you're so supportive." Amui rolled her eyes and headed off the main court.

Soon, the alarm sounded for the second singles players to start. Amui stood waiting at her spot on one side of the court and Naori stood on the other. Both held straight faces at each other and neither seemed willing to back out. Though Amui looked like she could squeal at any moment.

"The match between Amui Shizumiya and Naori Hibana shall now commence. We are playing to six games and there are adds at deuce." The announcer stated. "Hibana won the spin for this game and she decided to serve first."

'Okay, don't be so nervous Amui. Just concentrate on the game! Hibana only had one day of practice so she can't be that good, right?' Amui thought as she continued hopping on one foot to another to keep her feet moving.

Naori got one little tennis ball and she stood near the edge of the singles line, getting ready to serve.

'Remember, you're at the advantage! You can do this!' Amui prepared herself to return whatever Naori had to throw at her.

Naori threw the ball up and tapped it right into the service box. The ball simply went up about a couple of feet and plopped right down and bounced back up a couple of feet.

'You serious. That's it?' Amui stepped to one side to let the ball go to her forehand. She smacked it down the line and watched it bounce in and out of the court. After that, constant cheering from the tennis team after that winner.

Naori didn't even make a run for the ball. She simply went to get another ball and prepared for the next serve. She tossed it up and tapped it back in, leading Amui to smack the ball back over. Again, she didn't even make a run for it. Naori simply stood there and let the ball whiz by her. She didn't even glance at it much less; raise her racquet to hit it.

'I'm guessing Hibana-san has no idea how to play the game.' Amui reasoned. 'In that case, I might just have a chance to win this thing!'

Amui smacked yet another and another ball over the net, letting it whiz right by Naori. Amui sighed and glanced over at the bleachers. She wanted to see if Hitsugaya really was cheering for her. She just won a match…kind of. Knowing Hitsugaya, he wouldn't really do stuff like enthusiastically cheering, but a single clap or nod was good enough. Hitsugaya was watching the match, interested at that. He actually seemed to be concentrating on both Amui and Naori and their match. He was sitting forward on his seat on the metal bleachers, his head resting on his hand. Serious eyes fixated on the match.

Amui prepared for her serve. Her opponent stood ready in front of the service box except her racquet was still down by her side. Amui concentrated her attention and tossed the ball high up. She smacked it and watched the ball spin into the box. It skidded right into the center of the box and right past Naori, who didn't even try to go for the ball again.

'Wow! All that training must have paid off!' Amui confidently thought, until she glanced at her blatant score. 'But I'm going a little too hard on someone who's only been playing for a day. Maybe I should go easy.'

Amui prepared the ball for the next serve and she started up the high toss. But instead, she gave the ball only a slight tap and let it go up and into the service box. The ball sailed so incredibly slow that even a little baby could get it. It bounced into the service box and sailed right to Naori's raised forehand! That made it so that there's absolutely no way that she could miss it! Except Naori missed the ball when she swung.

'She got aced by that!' Amui doubtfully asked herself. A sweat drop ran down her forehead and she felt her grip as eternally lost on her racquet. 'Well, she was going for the ball at least. I'll just keep going easy on her.'

Amui went for another tapping and Naori missed…again. Amui frowned and she did it again and again, with each attempt lighter than the next one. But Naori just kept missing on every single ball. Amui really couldn't believe the slowest ball anyone could have gotten was acing Naori! Was she really that bad at tennis? Amui sighed and glanced back up at Hitsugaya. Seeing if he showed any reaction to her second game won. Still nothing.

Hitsugaya sat at the edge of his seat, propping his tired head against the palm of his hand. "I wonder…" He mumbled under his breath. "Just how long is she going to keep fooling around?"

Right at that moment, a tiny little smile graced her face and her bright golden eyes lit up again. Naori got another ball and prepared for her serve of the game.

The current score was 2-0 with Amui winning and she looked ready enough to receive her serve. Amui happily smiled, knowing she had a lead in this match. And by the way Naori has been playing, she might just actually win it all. Amui settled herself right in front of the service box, getting ready to hit the simple taps that were coming. The simple, bouncing taps.

Naori rocked back into her other foot as she prepared to serve. She was all-smiles as she threw the ball up high into the air. At that time, intent clearly woven through her eyes and the façade came to a close.

Amui gasped as the ball came shooting right at her. She frantically got back up on her feet and raised her racquet to counter it. But she was too late! The ball already whizzed right past her racquet and smacked itself against the fence, lodging itself into openings of the wiring. Shaking, Amui glanced back to see the damage done before glancing back at a smirking Naori. The crowd went silent and so did the referees. The opposing teams were also silent and Hitsugaya, well, didn't really seem all that surprised.

Frantically shaking of fear and surprise, Amui stared directly into Naori's eyes. Those amber eyes of hers were gleaming with confidence and her mouth crooked into a semi-smile. 'Just how did she do that? How did she ace me?' Amui frantically thought and scurried over to try and receive another one of Naori's serves. Though they were just bouncing right by her. And if she managed to return one, Naori would just smack it right back over even harder than before. Amui felt her breath losing out on her as she frantically ran around to get all the balls Naori was giving her. But she would just hit it cross-court and make it go even faster! Soon that game was won with Naori as the winner.

Panting, Amui staggered all the way to her seat and plopped down gasping for air. She dropped her racquet onto the floor and drank at least a gallon of water for her dry throat. She really couldn't believe Naori had been holding back all that power! And what for?

"It looks like you got yourself a challenge." Somebody above her remarked and Amui immediately recognized that taunting tone.

"Hitsugaya-kun, you knew Hibana-san was good at this!" Amui angrily accused.

"No I didn't!" Hitsugaya snapped back at her. "What I knew was that she was just toying with you for the first two games before going serious."

Amui stopped her little angry fit when she heard that. "Toying? Why would she do that?"

"Simple. It's a basic tactic in battle and life. You make it seem like your opponent thinks they have the upper hand. Call it false hope, I guess. And then, you proceed to show your true colors in the element of surprise thus breaking down your opponent's initial defenses. It renders them into a completely frantic state where they have no time to react." Hitsugaya explained and glanced at his subordinate, who was in the middle of a talk with a bunch of girls. Probably the ones that roped her into this match.

"Again, why would she use this tactic in a tennis match?" Amui demanded.

"She's probably just playing you around for her own amusement." Hitsugaya concluded.

"Wow…what a sadist!" Amui remarked, being a little surprised.

"I find it annoying. She's done it to me before." Hitsugaya grumbled. "Your break is almost over. You better get back in."

Amui nodded and she grabbed her racquet again. All those previous games, Naori had been letting her win! She had just been playing around with her and then; she was having fun watching her squirm. Amui was definitely not going to let her get away with that! This time, she will go all out and not hold back anything!

Naori noticed the constant glares she'd been getting from both Amui and the school tennis team. Naori gave a polite smile to Amui, but a glint in her amber eyes told otherwise. Both girls slowly walked up to the their ends of the court with their confidence walking with them. Their physical auras shooting up from their bodies even. They both stared into one another eyes and hands clenched on the grips of their racquets.

'The real game starts now!'

Hitsugaya glanced at the starting game between the two girls with his attention, this time, only on Amui. "I guess I should have told you…" He whispered. "Shizumiya…"

Now things are starting to heat up between Amui and Naori. Who do you think will win? What did our little Shiro need to tell Amui? Personally, I do know but am not going to tell. I needed a nice little line to end this short chapter.

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