Author's note: Hello again! It's been a while since I updated(obviously), and I'm very sorry! I'm figuring out the plot as I write, and sometimes(AKA most of the times) it takes me a while to piece everything together, so please forgive me if I take forever to update! Anyway, onward with the story~!
Emerald eyes gazed back at her as she preened in front of the full-length closet mirror. Her eyes then shifted to the reflection of her sister who was behind her.
Feeling her gaze, ocean-blue orbs looked up in exasperation, then focused back on the book.
"What is it? This is the third time I've caught you staring. Is there something on my face?"
The pinkette set down her hair brush and replied with a chesire smile,"Yes, milady, it is a ugly creature called your nose."
Her black-haired twin raised an eyebrow at her sassy comment.
"Thou shalt not disgrace me with thy contumely when thy self is a most horrific creature."
Silence followed.
"What?"
Fuyumi sighed at her hopeless sister's stupidity. (A/N: Nope, you're just hopelessly ignorant of others.)
"Basically, you are annoying as fu-"
"Annnnnd you should stop there," Natsumi interrupted,"For the younger viewers." She winked at the invisible-hypothetical fanfiction camera.
Fuyumi was confused,"Viewers? Where?"
"Nevermind. It's a secret."
Her raven-haired sister rolled her eyes, then she remembered.
"Shi-," she quickly caught herself,"What time is it?" 'Please don't be 12:20 already...'
"Hm? Oh, it's 12:16. Why?"
"Not any better, but it's a start," Fuyumi muttered under her breath.
She shot up from her bed and made her way to the closet, next to her sister. Natsumi was still parading around in her pajamas. She tsked and urged her elder sister to "hurry the fu-, ahem, fudge up."
She didn't have much trouble deciding what to wear, there wasn't much to choose from. She had spent most of her time helping a certain lazy bum (AKA her sister) unpack and had yet to finish unpacking her own endless boxes of basically everything she ever owned, namely clothes. Fortunely, she was able to pull together a decent outfit. Unfortunely, a long, flowing skirt and a nice shirt were not very sports-appropriate.
Fuyumi sighed(again) at her predicament.
'Oh well, it's not like I was going to play anyway.'
She had finally given in on going after several tortuous hours of complaining, courtesy of Natsumi. They also had a compromise, which included inviting their favorite cousin, now basically their little sister, Sakuno.
Speaking of her sister, Fuyumi glanced over to check up on her. And nearly had a heart attack.
"What are you wearing-," the raven-haired girl began, but quickly stopped after glancing at the clock.
'12:23 already? Shit, the pharmacy closes for lunch break at 12:30!'
She sighed,"Nevermind, let's just go."
'Thank god the pharmacy was only a few blocks away.'
It was a joyous day for the ex-Seigaku regulars, for their super rookie had returned. That's right, after two years of studying in America, Ryoma's parents(specifically his mother) finally convinced him to come back to Japan. Besides, he missed japanese food. That was all. Totally.
"Saa, how was America, Echizen?"
"Betsuni."
"Hey, Echizen, I know this new place that has amazing burgers. Let's go, it'll be my treat!"
"Hn."
"Fshh, it's always junk food..."
"You got a problem with that, Mamushi?!"
"With your ugly face, Porcupine?! Yeah, I do!"
"Now, now, let's not fight- Fuji, where did you even get a tennis racket?!"
"BURNING!"
"Il data."
"Mataku..."
Momoshiro cracked up laughing, while his former rival smirked. It was nice to relive their old antics once in a while. The whole scene would have been perfect if their buchou, who said he was busy today, was also there.
"Oi, Ochibi, didja get a girlfriend yet?"
Everyone paused their chatter and listened intently. The prince of tennis also froze at his senpai's question, then continued to walk at a quickened pace.
"Mada mada dane, senpai-tachi."
Unfortunely, he did not manage to escape, as he was soon put into a very uncomfortable headlock by his self-proclaimed matchmakers.
"We heard that hesitation! So, you do have a girlfriend?!"
"N-"
"How could you betray Saku-chan, nya~!"
As the two rambled on about "destiny" and "fate," now aided by a very worried Oishi, a confused Kawamura, an amused Fuji, and an interested Inui.
"Idiot, give that back!"
"Mhwahahahaha, if you can catch me, that is!"
The regular's teasing came to an end as they notice someone sprinting straight at them up ahead, more specifically straight at the genius of the team. Of course, he easily side-stepped and avoided the pink-haired boy, but he was not prepared for the black-haired demon that followed.
Crash
'Maa, this is interesting.'
The two were now on the ground, with the stranger on top of him. Strands of silky raven-hair tickled his face as the girl soon broke out of her slight daze.
"Itai."
Surprised by the soft voice, Fuji's eyes snapped open. As he did, ocean clashed with sapphire. Her eyes widened.
"Eh?"
Crimson color blossomed on her cheeks as Fuyumi realized how dangerously close her face was to his, particularly the lips area. She felt her face burn with embarassment.
"S-s-s-sumimasen deshita!"
With lightening speed, she got up, bowed, and ran away.
Only then, did Fuji realize that his teammates were gawking at him. Thankfully, the girl was wearing a sun hat, which blocked the others' view, but that only made them even more curious. Oishi was the first to say something, albeit not much.
"E-e-eto..."
And then all hell broke loose.
Fuyumi was not amused. She was not amused at all. Not only did she have to run after her as- butthole of a sister in an annoyingly long skirt, she also had a head-on collision with a guy and almost had her flippin' first kiss taken.
Her sister, on the other hand, was having the time of her life running away from her laughing manaically.
"Natsumi Tsukino, you are so dead!"
The younger sister's proclaimation was then followed by various colorful, obscene words that the author determined to be too vulgar to physically write (so let your imagination run wild).
Soon, the older sibling found herself cornered as they neared the pharmacy. Shaking, she turned around to a very, very angry demoness. She later recalls seeing horns protruding out of her younger sister's head.
Five minutes later...
"Next time come earlier!"
"Hai, hai! Arigatou-gozaimasu, Akimoto-san!"
The sun was shining and Fuyumi was happy. All was good again. Totally.
Ding Dong
A sweet voice called out,"Coming!"
Sakuno was greeted by a fairly cheerful Fuyumi and a clearly annoyed Natsumi. It was an odd sight, since it was usually the opposite way around, but the brunette quickly dismissed it. It was probably just a small squabble.
Besides, something else was bothering her, and it was about Natsumi. Why was she wearing boy's clothing? But Sakuno wasn't one to judge others based on appearance, so she decided to ignore it for now. Perhaps the situation will explain itself later. And later, it did.
"Ah, give me a second! I'll go get my racket." With that, she raced upstairs.
A moment later, she came downstairs and the trio set off to the courts.
"Wah, I'm so full~"
"Arigatou, Oishi-senpai!"
"Ah, it's nothing! You guys sure ate alot...haha..." Oishi trailed off, his wallet now regretting that he volunteered to pay.
At this moment, a few guys rushed by them. Both of them seemed to be tennis players.
"We're gonna be late to the tournament!"
"It's fine, Minori, the tournament is starting in ten minutes."
"No, it's not!"
The mention of a tournament caught the regulars' attention. Momo was the first to react.
"Hey! What is this tournament that you two are talking about?"
Minori's buddy answered.
"Hm? Oh, the tournament? Yeah, it's open for anyone that wants to participate. I heard the prize is pretty worthless, but there are a lot of good players, so quite a few famous players showed up."
The slam-dunker grinned at his friends, a quite simple idea now forming in his mind.
"So, mind telling us where is this tournament of yours?"
"Ummmm..."
"What is it, Sumi-chan?"
"How should I put this..."
"Just spit it out already, it's probably just something stupid."
"I signed us up for a tournament."
"What?!"
"And we're late, so run!"
