Kita's POV

It's been a few days since my arrival in Seigaku. Everyone treats me better these days. At least they're better then my so called 'friends' from my old school.

"So, wanna meet my friends? Your driver won't mind waiting, right?" asked Fuji as he pushed me to the tennis courts.

"Huh? I thought they already went home."

"Nah, they're probably still in the courts practicing." He smiled.

"Then why aren't you at practice?" I asked, puzzled.

"Because of you," he replied, still smiling.

I felt myself blush at his answer.

As we reached the courts, a redhead greeted Fuji cheerfully.

"Fujiko, you're back!"

Sheesh, he sure is hyper active. He must be Eiji I guess. Fuji told me about the all the Seigaku Regulars yesterday.

"Saa, Eiji."

Then he introduced me to everyone.

"Everybody, this is Kita Misoka." I faked a smile.

Fuji pointed to a short boy with a white cap. "This is Echizen Ryoma."

"Cheez," the boy greeted as he lowered his cap. I snorted. He acts like he's so cool and all.

I heard my classmates talking about him before. They say that he's the prince of tennis or something like that.

"You know Kunimitsu, right?" My other classmate, Tezuka Kunimitsu flinched at the sound of his first name. I giggled softly.

"Fuji," he said seriously. By the way, he's always serious. "Don't call me that." Fuji didn't reply, but smiled instead.

A boy with a bandana hissed, "Pssht….. Kaidoh Kaoru."

To be honest, I was taken aback when I saw his scary looks. I reminded myself, 'don't judge a book by its cover".

"Um… Hi," I waved at him.

"Oi, Mamushi!" someone said. "Don't act all scary. Can't you see that the girl's frightened of your ugly face?"

"Shut up!"

"Hehe, sorry for not introducing myself earlier," said the boy who teased Kaidoh. "I'm Momoshiro. You can call me Momo, though." He extended out his hand.

"Kita Misoka." I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Momo"

"Hi, I'm Oishi," said a boy with a funny haircut. Hm… Oishi… Yea, I remember that name. He's the boy from my history class.

"Hi," I greeted him.

"Eiji Kikumaru, nice to meet you," the hyper active boy said.

"Hi…"

Someone with a thick pair of glasses (so thick that I can't even see his eyes!) came up to me and asked lots of questions, like where I live, what I like to eat, my hobbies, my height, my weight, my date of birth, place of birth etc all in a sentence.

I sat in my wheelchair, dumbfounded. "H-Huh?"

"Iie data. Slow reactions." He took out a notebook and started scribbling in it. "Sadaharu Inui, data specialist. Nice to meet you."

"N-Nice to meet you too." The tennis club sure has some crazy people.

Suddenly, my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller id. It was Mom.

"Sorry guys, gotta take this call.

I pressed the answer button and greeted my mother, "Hi, Mom."

"Hi, darling."

"What's up?"

"There' something I forgot to tell you today. Your brother is going back to America since the holiday there is over."

"So?"

"The driver will be taking him to the airport. I mean the driver is already taking him to the airport."

"Oh, that."

"Sorry, darling. That means you'll need to come back by yourself."

No big deal, I've done it before.

"Sure, no problem. Bye."

"Bye." I closed my phone before stuffing it inside my pocket.

"What's the matter?" Fuji asked.

"Nothing big." I told him. "I just need to wheel myself back home, that's all."

I noticed all the regulars were staring at me, including Fuji.

"What?" Damn those regulars, underestimating me. Just because I'm in a wheelchair, doesn't mean I can't wheel myself home, right?

"Nothing," Fuji smiled. "I'll help you."

I shrugged. "If you wish."

He smiled in reply.

"Let's get going, then." He turned to the regulars and said. "Bye. See you all tomorrow."

I just smiled as Fuji pushed me out of the courts. Such a gentleman, that Fuji Syuusuke.