Disclaimer: I do not claim to own P.o.T. or any characters within. I only hold claim to my imagination, storyline, and OC's. No infringement intended.
Summary: "You didn't really seem like the type, at first look," she said. Fuji chuckled softly. "Well, you know what they say. Don't judge a book by its cover," he chided.
Author's Note: Well, here's chapter 4. Wow. Longest thing I've ever written in my life chapter wise. *sarcasm* XDD I hope you enjoy this. Though I do wish that I could get more feedback from others. It kinda saddens me, but I'll still keep writing, I suppose. I'm just going along with it as I go. I haven't even gotten the real ties for the characters in here just yet. So, please be patient with me and I promise to do my best. Thank you all. ^^;
- Kacey
Reviewer's Lot:
LadyEnvy13 - In case you didn't receive my message, yes, I knew Yukimura's given name is Seiichi. I just felt like mixing things up a bit. Since Ryoma had just come from America, I decided that she'd have a certain intention and just give him her first name. And I know they usually give their full names in Japan, I decided to Make Yukimura just give his last name. Kinda confusing, but you'll get it later on… hopefully. XD
ishouldgobacktobed - Woohoo! You guessed right! :D Wow, you're sharp and the first one to guess at the obvious conclusion. XD Here's your prize. *hands you a cookie* XDD
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Chapter 4: Positions Revealed
((Started: January 9th/Finished: August 1st ))
- Recap -
"So, what's your plan," he asked. Yukimura smiled.
"I just want to see how good he is. You know, see if this is the challenge he wants." Fuji raised an eyebrow.
"What?" he asked. Yukimura smiled and put a finger to his lips.
"Oh, you'll see." Yukimura walked over to where Ryoma was and talked to him. Ryoma replied, but shook his head. Yukimura pointed to his tennis bag, which was right next to Fuji and Ryoma then nodded. Yukimura then turned back, only to find Fuji rummaging his bag for two rackets. Fuji threw them to Yukimura as he mouthed a "Thanks" and went back to Ryoma, handing him one. Both of them walked onto the courts.
'Won't this be a fun experience?' Fuji thought to himself. 'Challenge, huh?'
(A/N: Just a note to all, I will be skipping the tennis match between Yukimura and Ryoma. Why? Because I'm not good with descriptive things. XDD So, sorry if you were looking forward to that. I just can't do descriptive things like that. Lol)
Fuji watched as Ryoma knelt on one knee, breathing at a fast pace as Yukimura stood on the opposite court looking as if he never even picked up a racket.
'Well,' Fuji thought. 'At least she was able to score 2 given games by Yukimura and then win another 2. No one ever wins any games after Yukimura goes on full mode.' He had to say that he was impressed with the freshman. Not only did he have skill, but he also had guts. And at least he'll be able to back up his words with his skills than those who are all just talk.
Yukimura smiled and walked up to the net. Ryoma slowly stood up and walked over to stand in front of the smiling menace.
"You did pretty well, to be honest," Yukimura said. Ryoma smirked.
"Well, you gave me two games, didn't you? I knew after that, since this was a challenge, that you were going to get serious, so I supposed I should have gotten just as serious. In the end though, I suppose it just wasn't enough, but I will beat you. You can count on that." Yukimura's smile widened.
'Even though she's been beaten, she can still smirk AND tell me that I will be defeated. What an irregular girl. No wonder she's disguising herself,' Yukimura thought.
Yukimura held his hand out and Ryoma grasped it. Despite both of their appearances, they both had quite a strong grip. Ryoma was beyond shock when she had witnessed Yukimura's strength for he seemed so frail.
'Never judge a book by its cover, I suppose.' Ryoma thought.
"I'm counting on you to make it into the regulars, you hear? Not unless you want our deal to be terminated," Yukimura said with a wide smile. Ryoma smirked yet again.
"Che! Of course I will. As if I'd lose that easily," Ryoma replied. Yukimura's smile widened at the retort.
"Well then, I'll see you around." Yukimura released Ryoma's hand as Ryoma handed him back the spare racket. Yukimura smiled lightly before saying his goodbye. Fuji raised an eyebrow and Tezuka walked over next to him.
"He's rather skilled," Tezuka stated.
"Aa," Fuji replied. He knew what was coming. "Listing him for the inter-ranking tournament, Tezuka?" he asked. Tezuka merely stared at the courts before nodding.
"Aa," he replied. Fuji smiled lightly again, his eyes now closed.
"Saa." Yukimura walked back over to Fuji and Tezuka, putting his rackets away.
"Well, I suppose I'll take my leave now. Meet you guys with the team later?"
"Aa," Fuji and Tezuka replied simultaneously. Yukimura suppressed a laugh.
"Alright then. So, I'll try to come see you next Tuesday, hopefully. Might bring one of the regulars as well. Ja ne." Yukimura ran off after saying his goodbye, leaving the rest of the small amount of practice time.
Ryoma, however, was beyond confused. Why does Yukimura, the 'Child of God', visit the Seigaku tennis team? Shouldn't he be tending to his own team? Ryoma walked up to Fuji and Tezuka, bowing to Tezuka.
"Senpai," she said. Tezuka nodded. "I do not believe I know you, senpai."
"Tezuka Kunimitsu, buchou of the tennis team," he replied stoically. Ryoma nodded.
"Echizen Ryoma, first year. Yoroshiku," she replied. Tezuka nodded before walking off to criticize the other regular on their forms. Ryoma then turned to face an amused Fuji. "Fuji-senpai," she asked. Fuji raised an inquiring eyebrow at the first year. "Why does Yukimura-san visit the tennis club?" she asked. Fuji chuckled lightly.
"Oh, for a few reasons," he replied. Ryoma's face twisted with even more confusion.
"Like what?" she asked. Fuji's smile widened.
"Inui, or data-man regular, believes one is to collect data on us for matches, but I highly doubt that. Another reason is because he is my best friend and he's always busy with work and business that he come over at least once a week to practice with us. Sometimes, he even brings his own team for practice matches," Fuji stated. Ryoma thought over the words, but "work" and "business" were plaguing her mind.
"Business?" she asked. Fuji turned to face Ryoma fully, one eye open with a quirked eyebrow.
"Do you not know?" he asked. Ryoma shook her head. 'Interesting,' he thought. Fuji's smiling mask reappeared, scaring the life out of Ryoma. "His family owns the main art production company, Yuki's Arts & Supplies Co.? (A/N: It's so cheesy, I know! XD) And my family owns Fuji Films, one of the largest photography production companies. He'll be inheriting his company after school, so he's pretty busy." Ryoma's eyes widened. Never did she think, dream, or really want, to meet any prestigious company owners. Ryoma had enough of that at home. She supposed that it's just life and her misfortunes. But those two didn't seem too bad. Creepy, if the two of them are put together, but not too bad.
Ryoma nodded to show her understanding. Fuji's smile widened.
"You didn't really seem like the type, at first look," she said. Fuji chuckled softly.
"Well, you know what they say. Don't judge a book by its cover," he chided.
"Hn," was Ryoma's reply.
"Ah! Which reminds me." Fuji turned back to face Ryoma, giving a slight bow. "I must go discuss something with Tezuka and then we'll be heading over to the sushi restaurant with the team. You'll be coming, right?" he asked. Ryoma pondered on the idea for a bit before shrugging.
"I suppose I can. Not much of a big deal," she replied. Fuji smiled before turning around.
"I'll be right back," he said before walking up to Tezuka. Ryoma stared at the brunette's back, watching all of his movements. She supposed her parents wouldn't mind her staying later after school. She was practically making friends and it was for tennis so they should understand. No bother calling them. Ryoma wasn't kept waiting for very long until Fuji found his way back to her side.
"Ready to go?" he asked. Ryoma nodded carelessly and walked with him and everyone else to their destination. "So, what brought you and your family to Japan?"
"It's a pretty plain and boring story," Ryoma replied, not taking a glance at the older boy. Fuji's smile never faltered.
"Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad." Ryoma sighed.
"Well, if you must know, my father was born in Japan and since we were in America, he wanted to move back here and send me to his old school, Seishun Academy, and here I am. See? Plain and boring, just like I said." Fuji raised an amused eyebrow and suppressed a laugh.
"Okay, maybe it's just a little bit plain and boring, but still interesting," he said. Ryoma raised her eyebrows and looked up at her senpai.
"What do you mean by that?" she asked. Fuji hummed to himself.
"Well, your father lived here and went to Seishun, so he must have been talented. Plus, it's interesting to know more stuff about your kohai's, you know?" Ryoma started to think Fuji was crazy. 'Beautiful, but definitely crazy. Wait, did I just call him... beautiful?' Ryoma, forgetting she was in public, slapped her face. Fuji looked at her in confusion. "Um, Ryoma? What are you doing?" he asked. Ryoma visibly tensed and peeked out from under her hand. She quickly regretted doing so since she found Fuji looking at her with his eyes open. Ryoma quickly brought her hand to her side and all emotions left her face.
"Nothing. Nothing at all, senpai. I have no idea what you are talking about," she replied.
"Sure you don't," Fuji replied, laughing slightly at Ryoma's behavior. The boy just interested him so. The more he was around him, the more he wanted to know. He'd have to talk to Yukimura later about this boy. He was sure he found out more during their little match, both in skills and perhaps personality.
"Senpai?" Fuji looked up, noticing that Ryoma was looking at him strangely.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Are you coming?" she asked, seeing as he just suddenly stopped while he was thinking.
"Yes, I am," he replied, quickly stepping back to Ryoma's side as they continued their walk to the restaurant. "Say, Ryoma. Do you like wasabi rolls?"
Author's Note: I am soooooooooooo sorry that this was so short, but I have had so much going on. And this would've been longer, but I felt bad keeping you guys waiting and I'm in a serious author's block now, so please bare with me and I will update asap, but I also have another idea for a story. Please don't kill me. Dx