A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry for the lack of updates, I had been busy with school. I won't be able to update, because I need to study for my mid-years. But thank you for your patience and support.
Prince of Tennis rightfully belongs to Takeshi Konomi. I don't own it, I only own my OCs
I'm really sorry for any mistakes found in this story, I had just finished writing this, and re-read it like once or twice.
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~Heart's Melody~
|Chapter 2|
-What a peaceful day…NOT-
Sato Asuka frowned, as she twiddled around with the fine tuner on her violin. She drew her bow across the strings, adjusting to the tune. "No…no…" She muttered, "Not right, a bit higher…lower!" She smiled in satisfaction, "Perfect," she murmured. Immediately, she began drawing her bow across the strings quickly, warming up with scales.
Asuka nodded, and glanced the clock. "A few minutes left of the this last period," she muttered. She sighed. Once again, she was in Music Room 11. The music rooms upstairs, are occupied by those who took Music Advanced, but the majority of them were playing around, and she noticed that most of them are girls, who were giggling about some guys called Atobe-sama and Oshitari-sama, who ever the heck they are.
Asuka brushed the stray strands of her hair from her eyes, as she flipped the pages of her music folder, her eyes glancing past the music notes, her eyes brightened as she saw Secret Garden – Violin. "Ok!" She picked up her bow, her eyes boring holes at the sheets, facing directly opposite her. She lifted her violin, and tilted her chin on the chin rest, and began to play.
"Atobe-sama, you're so beautiful!"
"I love you, Atobe-sama!"
"Oshitari-sama, you're are the reason for my life!"
"Kyaa!~ Oshitari-sama, please marry me!"
"Atobe-sama…you are so amazing!"
"Oshitari-sama –"
"Atobe-sa –la"
"Oshitari –"
"Ato –"
Snap!
Atobe Keigo, the King of the famous, elite Hyoutei Academy stood proudly, his arm in the arm. It was obviously him that snapped his fingers, which instantly made all the chatter and fan-girls silent. He opened his eyes, lowered his arm, and flicked his hair. "Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na!" He declared. The widened eyes of the fan-girls, instantly melted into love hearts, as they gazed at Atobe with a mixture of admiration and love.
Oshitari's lips slightly tweaked into a slight smile, as he closed his sappy, romance novel. 'Quite the diva, Atobe,' he thought, as he stood up.
"Ore-sama requests that you ladies, who had graced us with your company this period, may leave this room," the diva commanded, smirking at all the attention he is gaining.
"The bell's going to ring," Oshitari spoke up, smiling pleasantly at his classmates (aka fan-girls), before they could speak, "Atobe and I need to get to the tennis courts soon."
"Kyaa! Good luck, Oshitari-sama, Atobe-sama!"
"We'll cheer you on, again!"
"Thank you," the blue-haired tensai of the Hyoutei tennis regulars, smiled. Atobe nodded in response, and waltzed out of the room, not even glancing back.
"My," Oshitari, began, as the door shut behind them, "We didn't even get to meet the famous, scholarship student."
Atobe snorted, "The peasant will show herself soon. Ore-sama has no time to look for any poor commoners."
Oshitari quirked an eyebrow. 'Typical Atobe,' he thought, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Still, any student that made it into Hyoutei with a scholarship is impressive. Sports, academics, and music…" he mused, as his pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
"Ore-sama says her efforts are impressive, but Ore-sama thinks that the scholarship student is too timid, like a mere rabbit, if she doesn't show her scholarship face to the Music Advanced class."
Oshitari nodded in response, not caring the slightest of what came out of Atobe's mouth, and he slightly frowned, as he heart a familiar instrument playing. "Atobe," he said, "Do you hear…a violin?"
"Violin?" Atobe repeated, and turned around to face where Oshitari is staring at. Oshitari walked to the door of Music Room 11.
"It's coming from here," the blue hair tensai said, pointing at the door. Atobe walked up to it, and raised an eyebrow, "Secret Garden, Violin solo. Ore-sama thinks it's sounds better with a piano accompaniment."
Oshitari smiled with approval, "Whoever the player is, he or she is good."
"Ore-sama had heard better," Atobe sniffed, "Perhaps, this player is the scholarship student?"
Oshitari gave a smile, "Well, we'll find out." And, he slowly reached the doorknob and pushed the door gently. The door opened silently, and gave them a good view of the entire room. Inside, a girl with her back facing them, was drawing her bow on her violin. The girl was dressed neatly in the uniform, though her skirt, was touching her knee, instead of having it mid-thigh like other girls in Hyoutei. Her plain, brown hair was tied into a half bun, half ponytail with a ribbon, messy strands sticking out. She was roughly 160cm – slightly below average for a 3rd year. Atobe didn't look impressed, with this girl, if she was the music scholarship, he expected her to be tall, and graceful, hair done neatly despite being a 'commoner' in his terms.
Oshitari frowned, as he heard the music. It was perfect, the notes rising and falling as it was written, her posture was perfect – her back straight, the position of her feet. But, there was something missing, something that's lacking, and the player knows. He shrugged, not caring the slightest now.
"Ore-sama demands your attention, peasant."
Oshitari quirked an eyebrow. Atobe is demanding the student's attention so soon? The girl seemed like she didn't hear him. She continued to play, her arm moving slowly, as she dragged the bow on the strings.
Atobe's eye twitched. Who is this girl, that ignores, the magnificent King of Hyoutei, Atobe Keigo? He cleared his throat loudly, and said in a loud, firm voice, "Ore-sama demands you to stop playing on your cheap, flimsy violin and –" The girl still ignored him with a loud vibrato, and continued to play, too absorbed in her own world.
Atobe frowned, as Oshitari smirked in amusement. The King of Hyoutei being ignored? The Atobe Keigo being ignored by some girl? 'This is getting interesting,' he thought.
Atobe sniffed in annoyance, and glanced at his watch. "Let's go, Oshitari," He said conceitedly, "Ore-sama does not need to waste time on a deaf commoner."
Oshitari pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, as he followed Atobe out of the door, "We haven't even learnt her name, nor if she is the scholarship student," he said.
Atobe sniffed, as he slammed the door loudly on purpose, "Any student who comes to Hyoutei obviously must know the Atobe Keigo. Ore-sama does not want to waste any more precious time with that rude, disrespectful girl."
Oshitari sighed, 'We haven't even seen her face, the only we know that she's an amazing violin player. I wonder if this is the girl that Choutarou was talking about… maybe not.'
Back inside the Music Room 11, Asuka opened her eyes as she gently drew the last note of Secret Garden. She jerked in surprise, as the bell rang, her eyes widening with surprise. Her lips tweaked into a soft smile, "Never thought that the bell was so close to this room." She chuckled softly, and packed away her violin, and music sheet. She didn't even realise that 2 people had entered the room, and left.
"30 LAPS AROUND THE COURT, GAKUTO!" The captain of the Hyoutei Tennis club yelled angrily, at a certain redhead.
Gakuto spluttered, "Oi, Atobe! I didn't even do anything!" he protested.
"10 EXTRA LAPS!"
"Gee, is it Atobe's time of the month again?" a brunette sighed, balancing his tennis racket with only his index finger.
"SHISHIDO! 50 LAPS AROUND THE COURT!" Shishido spluttered, and glared his captain, "Oi! Atobe!"
"Shishido, Gakuto, just do the laps before Atobe assigns you more," Oshitari sighed, whilst Choutarou looked at his senpais with concern.
"Oshitari-senpai, does Atobe-buchou have a headache or something?" Choutarou asked, his forehead creased with concern.
Oshitari shook his head, "No, someone ignored him, when he demanded her attention."
"Ehh! Sugoi!" An oranged-head gasped, "Someone ignored Atobe! Sugoi! A girl too!"
"Gekokujou," a boy with layered, light orange-brown hair muttered.
"50 LAPS! EVERYONE!"
Everyone sighed, and began mumbling complaints, but nevertheless they began to ran their laps. "Atobe-buchou should unleash his anger on his," Choutarou whispered.
"Whoever ignored Atobe, is an amazing person, but she is also a stupid one," Shishido growled, as he turned around a corner, "I curse her for making me run 50 laps. Baka…"
"Still, a girl ignoring Atobe!" Jirou gasped in delight, "It's amazing!"
"Usu."
"Kabaji! You're agreeing?"
"Usu."
"20 LAPS EXTRA! For gossiping useless rubbish!"
'…Gekokujou Atobe./Usu?/Atobe-buchou should really calm down!/Atobe's time of the month, huh? How stupid./Sheesh, Atobe's going to be an old man at any rate./…Zz…Sugoi…desu… Atobe is angry…Zz…/*sighs*'
(Sato Asuka's POV)
I look up from the music sheet that I was studying, and heard the rhythmic thumps of a tennis ball being smashed onto the ground, loud voices, and pitched screams. I look to find the tennis courts in sight. I frowned and shook my head, slightly annoyed at the volume of the sound. I spun on my heel, and walked in another direction.
Loud sounds make me unable to concentrate. Especially fan-girls screaming. Ugh, I can feel a headache coming up.
"And I still need to fix this," I moaned, clutching the sheet with several bars of notes drawn messily.
I smiled, triumph, as I hummed the notes softly. "Good, good," I beamed, and reached to my left for the music sheet, that I had used as a reference. "Huh?" I mumbled, as I felt nothing but grass. "Oh...sugar," I cursed, as I stood up rapidly, darting my eyes to my left and right, and finally up to see a music sheet tangled among the leaves. "How did it get there?" I groaned. Quickly, I packed my papers into my folder, which I shoved in my school bag, and tossed it near my violin case.
I stood my tippy toes, my fingers reaching for the music sheet. I growled in annoyance, as my fingers grasped nothing but air. I jumped, up, and down, only to do nothing, with touch the branch with the tips of my fingers. I huffed my cheeks, aggravated. Why do I have to be so short! I always dreamt of being tall, and elegant, with long, jet black hair, and cerulean blue eyes. But, no, I'm short, clumsy, with average brown hair and brown eyes.
I narrowed my eyes at the music sheet. "I paid good money for that!" I grumbled. I sighed, well that leaves me one of choice. Climb the tree. Thank goodness, school had ended, and no one is in sight.
I glared determinedly at the paper, "I'm going to get you, no matter what," I hissed.
"Ok…" I whimpered, "I'm really beginning to regret this..." Here I am, clinging the tree trunk, to scared to even shift a little closer to the branch to get my music sheet. I glanced down, and gulped. I was 2 metres in the air, heck, I didn't even know how I got up here. I screamed softly, as a wind blew, slightly shaking the branch I was perched on. I hugged the trunk tighter. I screwed my eyes shut, images of my tombstone flashing by.
R.I.P
Sato Asuka
19XX-20XX
She lies here, because a tree killed her.
I groaned. I don't even want to move, one false move, and that would lead to some injuries…
"Zzz…"
"Who the heck is snoring?" I muttered, and peered down, to see an orange-head sleeping peacefully. My eyes widened, isn't he the "Sleeping Beauty" in my class. I notice that he was always sleeping 24/7 in class, and I happen to sit next to him, much to some girls' chagrin.
"A-Ano…" I called out. 'What was his name again?' "Excuse me! Hey! Uh…Sleeping Beauty?" I was rewarded with a loud snore. "HEEEY!" I yelled, still clinging to the trunk, as if my life depended on it…well, maybe it is.
His eyes slowly opened, revealing brown eyes. "Eh?" He blinked blearily, and stared up at me with confused eyes.
I grinned. He's awake! "Ano…Can you help me get down? Or at least, help me get my paper?" I pointed, at the music sheet, caught between leaves and sticks.
"Eh…Sugoi, a monkey…" He yawned and fell back asleep.
My eye twitched. "Don't call me a monkey, and fall back asleep!" I yelled angrily. I received no response. I groaned. How am I suppose to get down now?
"Usu."
I looked up to see a giant picking up the orange-head (aka Sleeping Beauty), and slung him over his shoulder, without battling much as an eyelid. I gasped. 'How strong is he!' I thought, as I stared at him, flabbergasted. He had slightly dark skin, with short, black, spiky hair. The orange-head jerked awake, and yawned. He scrubbed his eyes, and muttered "Kabaji?"
"Usu."
He raised his head, and gasped when he saw me. "Ah! You're that new student at me!" He pointed, "Sugoi!~ You can climb trees!" I gave a nervous smile, and clutched tighter onto the trunk. "Ne, Kabaji. Help her get down!"
"Usu." Kabaji walked over, and lifted me up, and placed me over his other shoulder. I gasped, and squirmed, "It's not necessary! Put me down!" I squealed, shaking my head wildly, "I just climbed that tree so I can get my music sheet!"
"Usu." Kabaji walked a few paces, and grabbed the music sheet. "E-Eh…Arigatou…" I muttered shyly, as I took the paper. I frowned as I smoothed the creases.
"Ne, ne, What's your name?"
I looked to my right to see a pair of dancing, brown eyes. He was also slung in a similar position, but he looked fairly comfortable, as if he was use to it. "Ah… I'm Sato Asuka. Nice to meet you," I said politely, fighting back a scream as Kabaji abruptly bent down to pick something up.
"Nice to meet you too, the name's Akutagawa Jirou!" Jirou smiled cheerfully, and gave a peace ( V ) sign with his fingers.
"Nice to meet you, Akutagawa-san," I smiled, and frowned, "Ano… Why is Kabaji-san carrying us?"
"Ah! I told him to!" Jirou replied.
"W-What? But you just said to help me get down," I protested.
"Ah…Zzz…zzz…"
"Hey! Don't fall back asleep again!"
(No one's POV)
Asuka ducked her head down shyly, as the trio entered the tennis courts. Immediately everyone paused on what they're doing, and pointed as them, whispering to the person next to them. Asuka cringed, as Kabaji halted, and lowered her down. "Ah…thank you," She muttered, and took her stuff from him. Jirou, on the other hand was thrown in the air a few times, jolting him awake. Asuka cringed in sympathy, as he was placed on the ground, looking a bit dizzy, but awake nevertheless.
Her grip tightened on her precious, violin case, as a small group of people approached us, some guy with grey hair, and a mole below his right eye. Asuka couldn't help but eye it with distaste.
"Kabaji, you found Jirou, I see," he drawled in a haughty tone dripped with egoism, and overwhelming pride. Asuka couldn't help but cringe at his voice, 'So…narcissistic,' she thought. His eyes slowly narrowed to her. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, at this 'commoner.'
The brunette girl wasn't much of a sight. Sticks, and leaves were stuck in her messy, brown hair. Her bare, arms, and legs, and even her face, had some scratches on it. Only one word that described her in Hyoutei's standards, Peasant.
The girl angrily pulled the sticks and leaves out of her, her tangled, brown hair getting even more messier. She scowled with annoyance, but her tight grip on her violin case never loosened, and she didn't seem to care the slightest for her school bag, which was carelessly dropped onto the ground, sitting on a crumpled music sheet.
"Ara, Kabaji. Why did carry this peasant girl here?" The captain asked haughtily, and flipped his hair, "Ore-sama demands to know why."
"Usu."
The girl narrowed her eyes, she was liking this 'Ore-sama' less and less. Who on earth refers to themselves in third person? "Oh! Atobe! I wanted her to be brought here!" Jirou chirped happily.
Atobe raised an eyebrow, "Ore-sama does not think that this filthy commoner should touch the tennis courts."
"Excuse me, you weird-faced mole guy," Asuka interrupted rudely, her eyes narrowed.
Immediately, everything became silent, once the words left Asuka's mouth. A blue hair guy behind Atobe smirked in amusement. "Atobe," he mused, "Isn't that the girl that was in the Music Room?"
Atobe studied the girl in front of him, who was scowling with annoyance, and clutching the strap of a violin case so hard, that her knuckles were whitened. He could hear the tennis regulars murmuring with surprise, on how the girl treated Atobe so ill-manneredly.
"Asuka-senpai!" A second year, with silver hair, and brown eyes exclaimed in surprise.
"Choutarou, you know this girl?" Atobe questioned, his eyebrow raised.
"Yes, I met her before," Choutarou answered, beaming, "Don't you know that she's the music scholarship student?"
"What?" Oshitari questioned, looking confused and pushed his glasses up.
"Doesn't look very impressive," Gakuto remarked, and jumped into the air, doing a somersault.
"Sugoi! Asuka-chan is the scholarship student!" Jirou exclaimed.
"Ah…So you're the music scholarship student," Atobe drawled, and flicked his hair, "Ore-sama is impressed with your efforts, but Ore-sama is not impressed with your…appearance."
Asuka's look of annoyance turned into confusion. "Oreo-sama?" She questioned, looking confused. "Why are referring yourself in third person, Cookie-san?"
"C-Cookie-san!" Atobe's eyes widened in shock, that he would be given such a ridiculous nickname, he could hear the snickers the regulars were emitting, "O-Ore-sama refuses to have such an absurd nickname!"
Asuka looked over his shoulder, as she caught a familiar face, ignoring Atobe as she did. Her eyes widened as she saw a familiar amused face. Strangely, that boy had long hair, that was tied into a ponytail, and was cockily smirking, his racket loose in his grip.
"You!" She pointed at him.
He looked at her, without much interest, and mild distaste, "Me?" He repeated slowly, and frowned in recognition. "Ah, you're that girl."
"Eh? Shishido-senpai, you know Asuka-senpai?" Choutarou asked, looking back and forth between the two brunettes.
Asuka scowled, "Ah, Shiseido is his name? Well, this Shiseido guy is plain, downright rude. Can't believe that such a nice guy like Choutarou-kun knows someone like him."
"Oi, commoner! Ore-sama–"
"Shut up, Cookie-san."
Atobe stood flabbergasted, his eye twitching in annoyance and shock that a mere girl was giving a ludicrous nickname, and brushing him off. He cleared his throat, ignoring the sniggers that were emitted.
"My name's not Shiseido, idiot," Shishido scoffed, "How stupid are you?"
"Excuse me?" Asuka snapped, "At least I'm not a weird, long haired idiot like you!"
Shishido narrowed his eyes, at the short girl that was determinedly glaring at him. "Stupid shorty," he growled, "Che, stop wasting my time."
Asuka glowered at him, "Fine!" she shrilled, and turned around, her arms folded across her chest, muttering incoherent things. Shishido rolled his eyes, and muttered "How lame" But he also folded his arms, and jerked his head, in the opposite direction.
"Eh…Asuka-senpai? Shishido-senpai?" Choutarou mumbled, feeling greatly confused.
"Leave it, Choutarou," Oshitari place his hand on the second year shoulder, "This might lead to a great love one day."
"Yea right, according to your sappy, romance novels," Gakuto muttered with revulsion.
"Between the bad-mannered, commoner girl and the rude Shishido?" Atobe scoffed, "I highly doubt so."
"Sugoi! They're fighting!"
"Ah…Jirou…you just realised?"
"Sugoi! Sugoi! …Zzzz…"
"Hey, don't fall back asleep!"
"…Usu?"
"Che, how lame."
"Ah…"
"Gekokujou…"
"Ore-sama demands your attention! Stop bickering useless rubbish!"
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry if any of the characters are OOC, or anything ==
And hopefully, Asuka isn't a Mary Sue, so far. She's acting quite rude in this chapter - well that's because, she says whatever comes to her mind first, and she can be quite blunt... She sometimes mishears things (Ore-sama - OREO-sama, Shishido - Shiseido etc.), because...uh... she doesn't really pay attention sometimes (her minds drifts away). *coughs*
Anyway, I won't be updating for at least a few weeks, because I MUST study for my mid-years *gags* Seriously, one day, I would be using my school work and stuff for a bonfire. ==
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easily1994addicted: Yes, I don't understand why Shishido isn't really that popular - I think he's quite admirable xD And I only know like 3 Shishido/OC stories... == Well, since she's friends with Fuji, I think you'll be seeing her suffer... Poor Asuka... Haha, wasabi sushi, lol XD Thank you!~
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