It was the day of Court 5 and 3's team shuffle.
"Good morning, Kotaro. You still seem as grumpy as ever in the morning." Tokugawa greeted the messy haired girl walking out of the building.
"Yea, yea. Mornings are wonderful (sarcasm)!" Kotaro growled, "When is our shuffle match with Court 2, again?"
"30 minutes after Court 5 and 3's shuffle match." Tokugawa answered.
"Let's go watch them!"
"It's not like I have a choice."
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"Heey! Kotaro! Tokugawa! You came!" Irie greeted waving from the courts.
"Mhmmm! We wouldn't miss it for the world!" Kotaro replied.
"I would." Tokugawa bluntly said. Kotaro quickly jabbed him in the sides.
"Hehehe! You're so funny, Tokugawa." She chuckled as Tokugawa endured the throbbing pain from his flesh.
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"Now starting! The team shuffle of court 3 and court 5 will now commence!" The microphone announced, "Will the 7 players from each side please line up!"
"*tsk* In the end, Tokugawa ditched me." Kotaro scoffed sitting beside Oni.
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"Huh? You really think they'll be fine if you don't play, Oni?" Irie asked from the courts, "How relaxed of you. Unless..."
"AHem! Your opponent is me." Keigo interupted.
"Oh, sorry," Irie apologized, "But even if you say that, you still have no idea of the strength of us 3rd court players."
"I'll see for myself." Keigo snapped.
"Is that so?" Irie said.
"The first match! Singles 3! From the 5th court! The Ruthlessly Unparalleled Iceman, Lilident Krauser!" The referee announced from the microphone.
"Who's that guy?" Jiro asked Kite.
"An annoying bastard." Akaya answered for him.
"During the national semifinals, he 'crucified' me. Stupid Iceman. I will not forgive him!"
"Hehehe. Or maybe you're just that weak." Kotaro teased.
"Shut up!" Akaya snapped.
"He's a transfer student of the prestigious Nagoya Seitoku and was even named one of the JR. Representatives of Japan." Kippei explained.
"I still can't believe he's only a 1st year though." Senri ccommented.
"We also have a first year with unbelieveable power in our school." Gin added.
"NOW THEN! GET US A VICTORY RIGHT FROM THE START! YOU BETTER COME BACK A WINNER, KRAUSER!" Oni bellowed.
"And Tokugawa thought I was loud." Kotaro mumbled.
"This is for the team. You do it too." Oni scoffed.
"Hey, Jujiro," A stern monotone voice called out, "You avoid taking us on yourself and send in some blonde kid instead. Now how am I going to pay you back like that?"
"Sotomichi-san is always angry, nowadays." Yamato pouted.
"Well, he does want payback from last time." Irie assured.
"Hey! Sotomichi! Looks like you'll be saying the same thing to Krauser once this is over." Oni argued.
"Looks like you have some high hopes for that kid," Sotomichi growled, "I'll need to smash your hopes."
"From Court 3, The Tennis Robot who even makes the widows of the Yakuza cry, Nakagauchi Sotomichi!" The ref continued to announce.
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Sotomichi carried the exhasted Krauser onto the bench.
"This kid will be strong." He complimented.
"Of course." Oni agreed.
"Mhmm. Give him another 10 years and he'll be better than a rock." Kotaro joked. Oni and Sotomichi blankly stared at her. "I-I mean, yea... he'll improve."
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"Doubles 2! From court 5, 'The Bible" Shiraishi Kuranosuke...and 'The Devil' Kirihara Akaya!" The referee announced.
"Kill 'em, Shiraishi!" Kotaro cheered.
"Do you still hate them?" Oni asked.
"Yes. I hate their attitude. I can't even pass them off as villains who become good in the end." She said.
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"BAM!" The smash of the ball was heard on the middle schooler's side of the court.
"GAME! Matsudaira and Miyako lead! 3 games to love!"
"Oh. C'mon now, young master. You're not letting me toy with the curly haired boy at all." Chikahiko whined.
"Yeah...sorry about that." Miyako replied.
"UGH! I'll kill those bastards." Kirihara cursed.
"Akaya-kun, it's not good to let them provoke you like that." Kuranosuke warned.
"Those b-" He cursed again.
"KIRIHARA!" Kuranosuke scolded.
"Okay! Okay! Fine, I won't hurt them!" Kirihara argued.
They got back in position, waiting for their opponents to serve.
"I really don't know how to hold back." Matsudaira mumbled positioning his hands to make a "X".
"What in the world is that service stance?!" Someone yelled.
"The retard stance." Kotaro answered bluntly.
"HEY!" Matsudaira yelped serving, "FLOWER!"
"...with a retard name." She finished.
The ball hit Kirihara right in the forehead. He was speechless. It's too fast. Matsudaira noticed his reaction. "Sorry, just having some fun." He apologized obviously not meaning what he said.
The game continued on. The "Flower" serve was repeatily being used. It always struck Kirihara or Shiraishi's head.
"40- love!" The referee anounced after another "Flower" serve. Kirihara stood there, stunned and sweaty.
"Hey, curly haired boy." Matsudaira called out, "Why exactly are you here in the U-17 camp? Afterall you few middle schoolers will only leave here as complete losers. Why don't you just step aside and let those who are better than you take your place while you cry at home?"
"Akaya-kun!" Shiraishi shouted trying to drown out his insults, "Don't listen to him!"
"Hahaha! What a loser." Matsudaira's partner added.
"What did'ya just say?" Kirihara questioned.
"Akaya! Don't!" Shiraishi scolded trying to restrain his hot- tempered partner. Akaya flicked away Shiraishi's hand.
"You know you can't take back that sh*t you just said," Kirihara warned, "Hyahahahah!"
"Akaya-kun!" Shiraishi called out again, "Don't you know the kind of feeling Yanagi-kun has about you doing-"
"YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH! SHIRAISHI!" Akaya bellowed swinging his tennis racquet at him. Shiraishi used his arm to block his attack.
Akaya snapped out of his devil mode and relized what he had done and dropped his racquet. "Oh...I'm so sorry."
"I made a promise to Yanagi-kun..." Shiraishi said, "But it looks like I won't keep the promise, I made to Coach Osamu."
His bandages tore off.
-1st Person POV-
"Is that...gold?" I asked staring at Shiraishi's arm.
"Nooooo...Kotaro. It's chocolate." Oni sarcastically answered.
"Hey, hey! I make the sarcastic remarks around here." I retorted.
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Shiraishi threw his gauntlets on the ground.
"I know everyone calls you seaweed head, but... that hairstyle is actually pretty cool." He complimented.
"Huh?" Kirihara gasped.
"You're quite cool aren't you, Kirihara-kun?" Shiraishi repeated.
Why do you sound gay?
"GAME CHECK! 4 games to love! Matsudaira and Miyako lead!" The referee announced.
"Now then," Shiraishi said, "Let's begin our counter attack. . .kun."
"LOOK! LOOK, ATOBE! I'M SUPER JEALOUS OF HIS GOLDEN ARM!" Jiro shouted pointing to the two halves of gauntlets on the floor.
"Ahn~ How gaudy." Atobe commented.
"Mainlanders love flashy things don't they?" Eishirou (Kite) added.
"Like you guys are to talk." I mocked.
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The game continued on. In the end, Kirihara and Shiraishi won with the score of 6 games to 4. Shiraishi and Kirihara walked back to the bleachers.
"Good job, Shiraishi! I knew you can do it!" I boasted, "Kirihara, you were the one I didn't have much faith in the beginning."
"HEY! What does that mean?!" Kirihara yelped.
.(skipping Tezuka's match~)
"WHAT?! YOU'RE LEAVING ALREADY?!" Eiji gasped, "At least let us have a farewell party for you!"
"Sorry..." Tezuka apologized.
"You don't have to say sorry," I joined in, "It's what you want to do. You should follow what seems right to you."
"I guess..." He agreed meekly.
"But first," I emphasized holding out my cell phone, "Give me your cell number. I'll fill you in on events that happens here."
"Thanks Fuma-sempai. I appreciate what you're trying to do." Tezuka said punching in his information on my phone.
"No problem!" I grinned taking it back, "Just remember to come back and visit us!"
He nodded.
"Tezuka," Fuji called, "I have one last favor before you go."
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"SHUSUKE! WHY ARE YOU HAVING THIS TYPE OF MATCH?!" Kikimaru gasped at the two tennis player's match.
Fuji was being completely overpowered. With Tezuka and his Pinnacle of Perfection, I wouldn't blame him. However, it was a bad sight. A few minutes later, he was on the ground with his hand over his forehead.
Fuji...
-3rd POV-
A wet towel flopped on Shusuke's face. He pulled it, hovering over his face to reveal Kotaro with crossed arms standing beside him.
"You crying?" She asked toughly. He smiled and stood up dangling the towel from his fingers.
"Of course not." Shusuke replied.
"Good," Kotaro sighed, "Now let's go finish watching the matches."
Oh my god...AAGGGGHHh! All this time, I thought "Shiraishi" was Kuranosuke's first name! And I thought you spelled "Krauza" with Crauza too...
I can't believe you guys read my ff with all these mistakes TT_TT ...I got low self esteem when it comes to my own work =w=
I just got a samsung tablet :D so if I update in about 2 years, you'll know why..
...been updating for a loooong time hahahahha...
Thank you for reading! Reviews are much appreciated (even if some of them are sorta strict)!