Hello all this is Shiroi Mi. Yep this is my first fanfic on POT. Once of my long time loves. anyway here is a short summary/introduction to the story since i didnt' manage to put everything in the small introduce in front so here goes:
Ryoma was not the prized child at home. Because of a painful childhood experience, he had vowed never to do tennis again. His brother Ryoga and parents could do nothing for him. Entering seigaku Chuu now, his secret love affair with tennis got into the hands of the person Ryoma would never have leasted wanted him to. But the wheels of fate are moving and here's where it begins.
The brown-golden leaves of the sakura trees in the campus fell lightly to the ground. The wind was blowing gently, a caressing and slightly warm wind from the northeast. The school compound was unusually quiet, only the sounds of the rustling leaves echoed about the campus. The study body both high school and middle school division were gathered in the hall for the annual welcoming address by the principal.
Seiyou Gakuen, the school well-known for its strength in sports and academics, was the top school among the district. It was an escalator school, starting with Seiyou elementary all the way to Seiyou High. However even though the elementary school is part of the Seiyou Gakuen escalator, it has a separate compound. Thus normally, the elementary school is differentiated from the high school and middle school section as Seiyou elementary while the middle school and high school sections are collectively known as Seiyou gakuen.
Seiyou Gakuen had a large compound complete with many sports facilities to cater to the largely sports-inclined students of Seiyou. There was an indoor swimming pool, 8 tennis courts in 2 separate compounds, 1 full sized track, 2 indoor sports hall, 2 football fields and basketball courts scattered around the campus.
The academy buildings were separated for each school division although their sports facilities were shared. Due to the size of the campus, Seiyou Gakuen had 4 separate gates. The main gate was nearest to the staff building, library and academy related blocks. Gate 2 was nearer to the middle school block and gate 3 was nearest to the high school block. Gate 4 was located off-ways from the academy buildings but much nearer to the sports facilities. Usually, no matter what time of the day or what day of the week or what week of the month, the school was always filled with people but now since the principal was giving the welcoming address, the school compound seemed large and isolated.
The principal of the school, old in his fifties, gave an overly long and exaggerated speech that none of the students listened to. As he finally ended his long monologue, the student body clapped half-heartedly, just hoping to get the welcoming ceremony over and done with.
"Next, we shall invite this year's freshmen student representative, the top-scorer of the admission exams to give his address. Let us put out hands together to welcome, Ryoma Echizen.' the MC announced.
A rather petite boy with a large outsized blue framed spectacles walked up the stairs to the stage. The interest in the top-scorer nerd got the restless student body silent for a moment. The young boy, Ryoma Echizen, walked up to the podium. He realized, with a pout, that the microphone was a bit too high for him. As he reached for the mike on tiptoes, bemused laughter erupted from the audience. Here he was, scholar, student representative of the freshmen tiptoeing to reach for the mike that seemed to big for him.
Right, Ryoma wasn't the prized son at home. He was 'too short' claimed by his aniki, Ryoga, 'talentless' among a variety of other things. His home was full of tennis freaks like his brother and the more academic based Ryoma was hardly noticed at home. It wasn't as bad until Ryoma, in the spur of the moment, told, or rather rudely yelled at his parents that he won't play tennis anymore and that he hated tennis. That outburst happened when Ryoma was 8 and since then, he became more of a household furniture than a household member.
Due to the sudden lack of tennis to occupy Ryoma's time at home, he buried himself with books. Before he knew it, Ryoma was acing every class, every test and had became the representative. The only person who ever still 'sees' Ryoma is his brother. But he only bothered to address him if he was going to tease him. Anything else, in school or at home, he was utterly alone.
Despite all the lies he told to himself and others that he hated tennis or whatever, the truth was Ryoma loved tennis. He still couldn't forget, no matter how hard he tried, the tension, the grip on his racket, his pulsing heart under the adrenaline of match-point in a tennis match. The last when he was 7. he still remember those moments fondly like a fleeting dream, love that was too short.
His tennis racket in perfect condition was like a memento from the past Ryoma. It was like a past life. He should have thrown it away. He knew that but he couldn't bear to do so. Sometimes, secretly at home, he would watch tennis match on the net or spy Ryoga and his father practice tennis. He wanted more than anything to join them but he was the one who broke off with tennis and his pride won't allow him to play tennis openly ever again. That was the new sworn rule of the student representative, Ryoma Echizen.
Yep more chapters coming soon. :D
Shiroi Mi.