"Why are you here kid?" I looked down from the guns on display and looked the owner in the eye, "Ol' Raiden isn't here so why are you here?"

I bowed my head in greeting to the old man, "Nice to see you again, Nakamura-san."

He sighed and ruffled his still black hair, the wrinkles on his face becoming obvious as the frown left his face, "Geez kid, you know you aren't allowed here without an adult, right?"

I gave him a curious look, "Are you not an adult?"

He sighed again and put his head into his hand. He seemed to think for a second before looking at me, "Alright kid, let me make you a deal," he pulled a simple 9mm pistol off the wall and held it in his hand, "If you can hit a target with this gun after one round, I'll let you shoot around here, and don't worry about your Father, he'll be fine with it once I talk to him about it." He gave me a questioning look, "How about it kid?"

I stared at him for a second before nodding happily.

I stood on a platform that was tall enough to make my chest higher than the counter, headphones over my ears and goggles over my eyes. I numbly let the old man direct me and got me ready, before setting me off.

I rolled my head slightly before locking my arms, getting ready for the kick back. I let out a deep breath, and shot six consecutive bullets, each time letting the gun go over my head slightly with the recoil.

I set the gun down and started to breathe again as the target was wheeled closer to us.

Nakamura-san gasped in surprise, seeing four non-fatal shots on the design of the body.

A smirk crawled up my face, "Sir?"

He stared at me before letting out a barking laugh, "You're one hell of a kid, aren't you kid?" he said, ruffling my hair with his large hand.

I scowled slightly and started to run away, "Not the hair, Nakamura-san!"

"So, boya, where are you going to middle school?"

I shifted under the gaze of my grandmother as four envelopes were placed in front of me.

The school I had gone to for primary school didn't exactly have a middle school that was good enough for my education standards. I hand long decided beforehand that I was not going to the middle school nearby.

One of the perks of being a kid with an adult mind is that you don't really have to study for anything again and you're at the top of your class. One of the cons is that you get invitations from schools and you don't know where to go. Especially when you have a demon grandma staring at you with narrowed eyes.

I had received many invitations from schools but some of them were from schools that didn't exactly fit my standards, were too far, or both.

But I had narrowed it down to Rikkaidai, Seigaku, Hyotei, and Shitenhouji.

I glanced at my grandmother and then looked at the envelopes again.

I sighed and pushed away the Shitenhouji and Seigaku invitation.

She gawked at me, "What? Why not Seigaku?!" I winced inwardly at her question, but I didn't blame her, she was a coach and a teacher at the school.

I played with my hair, showing my frustration, "Because of Syuusuke, Eiji, Shuichiro, and Kunimitsu. They'd all dote over me."

She frowned deeper but just gestured to the two remaining envelopes without a word.

I looked back at them and started to weigh my options. I could be stuck with the winning team for consecutive years who were all childish but also on a peg they couldn't get off of. But I could also be stuck with an egoistic team captain and an erratic group of rich kids.

I pushed the Hyotei Academy invitation away.

Grandmother looked at me with a curious look but I ignored it as I stated, "This is my final decision, I will be going to Rikkaidai."

Grandmother let out a sigh but just nodded, "I'll let them know."

I entered the gates to Rikkaidai, my school bag and tennis bag in hand. My dull silver eyes looking the school over.

"YOSH! I'LL BECOME A REGULAR ON THE TENNIS TEAM!"

I turned to the gate and sighed. I forgot that the poor boy had done this to himself.

"Hehe, someone seems excited."

I turned my head slightly, recognizing the voice, seeing a flash of blue hair.

"Who is he to declare that, especially while dirtying school property, tarundoru!" a cap wearing second year exclaimed.

The blue haired teen turned to the brown haired one, "What is his name?"

The closed eye brown haired teen looked the kid over, "80% chance he is insignificant to us."

"Even so, his name Yanagi."

I opened my mouth to speak, my plain dull voice that wasn't too high or too low answered, "Kirihara Akaya."

I could feel their gaze on me but I just took one more glance at the boy who was being scolded, and walked away.

My guilty pleasure is Rikkaidai. They're my favorite school.

Currently Mamoru is in his first year of middle school, meaning Kirihara is also in his first year and the rest of the regulars we know and love are in their second year.