So this is chapter 8! I am a big fan of Akaya so, ryomi is going to have lot of interaction with him over the story... She's going to hep him get over his devil problem!

R&R!

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Third POV

"Y-you're..." studdered Daisuke.

" That's right. I am." the person smiled non-nonchalantly.

After all, in the doorway to the rooftop stood... Yukimura Seiichi ?!

" Hello, How are you all doing?" He smiled pleasantly.

Haruhi replied at once. " Great! Fantastic! Stupendous! Daisuke and I just met Ryo-chii here! She's the new transfer student here! She's awesome! IN class, she showed up our English teacher too! It was amazing! I mean you wouldn't know because you're a third year and all but-" Daisuke interrupted Haruhi for the umpteenth time.

" We're doing very well, Sempai. Thank you for asking." Daisuke smiled and bowed while restraining haruhi.

Yukimura smiled gently. "That's excellent news." he turned his attention to Ryomi. His eyes glinted with recognition and... another characteristic that Ryomi din't recognize. Was it ... curiosity? Anticipation? Amusement? Ryomi's interest prickled.

The boy was a part of the tennis team. She had seen him yesterday at the courts wearing the jersey.

HE was also the strongest. Contrary to his beautiful fragile exterior, Ryomi's gut told her to beware of the boy. He was a rival. Of course, It was her same gut instinct that had her choose to attend Rikkadai rather then Seishun Gakuen as her father had wished. Rikkadai had seemed lie a challenge full of new enemies and obstacles. After all, the team had been the NAtional Champions for the last two years... Her choice was a wise one.

" And you must be the rumoured new trnsfer student!" He held out his hand. " My name is Yukimura Seichii. I'm in class 3-C and the captain of the boy's tennis team. It's a pleasure meeting you."

Ryomi remained silent. Yukimura chuckled and stood up and prepared to leave seeing the lack of response. As he neared the door, he heard a voice.

" It's a boy's tennis team." He turned around to see Ryomi's frown.

" We'll find a way. " And with that, he cheerfully exited the rooftop with a wave of his hand.

...

" What a weird sempai. What was he even talking about?" Haruhi stared at the rooftop door. She turned her gaze to ryomi. " Ryomi, do you know?"

Ryomi said nothing and shifted took a sip of her Ponta. Haruhi's eyes widened.

" You're not serious are you?! You were invited to join the boy's tennis team?" Daisuke was lost.

" No, really? I mean he seemed like he knew you! And an invitation... Sugoi!" A light bulb lit over daisuke's head.

" Amazing! You have only just transferred here and you were already recruited for the tennis team? They have been National Champions for the last two years you know! Cool!"

" I know right? Cool!..."

Ryomi sighed and her mind wandered off, thinking. Rikkaidai. What fun this was going to be Ne?

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Ryomi POV

I was walking home after the bell rang. What a funny school I mused. A suitable environment for me.

"Oi! Wait up!" I turned around. Behind me was that kid with the really big hair from the tennis courts. He was the really loud one who hd annoyed me to no end. His fair really was fluffy... like Seaweed.

" Hello, Seaweed-kun."

" I knew it! It really was you! Yanagi's information was right!" He grinned. I raised an eyebrow.

" Whatever you say, Seaweed-kun." I turned and continued walking.

" Hey! Don't call me that! I happen to be your sempai! YOu need to be more respectful!" he glared at me.

"OKay. Seaweed- Sempai." I replied tartly.

His face really was turning an interting shade f red.

" I told you not to call me that! You idiot! Don't be so high and mighty just because you beat Niou-sempai!"

I snorted. " High and mighty? Last time I checked, YOU were the one that called out to me rather than the other way around."

I could almost imagine steam coming out of Seaweed-kun's ears. He looked like a tomato!

" Yea?!" He yelled indignantly.

" Yea." I replied. He sweat dropped.

" So?" He paused, thinking of a reply. " Why are you coming this way anyways?!"

" My house is this way. I am going home." He blushed.

" You still shouldn't call me weird nicknames!"

" Why not?" I stopped suddenly and Seaweed-kun crashed into me from behind.

" Itai! Why did you stop all of a sudden! That hurt!"

I opened the gate to my house.

" What are you doing? That's my new neighbor's house! They were supposed to move in today and I was supposed to greet them! There's no wa-" His face whitened as he added two and two to find the answer four.

I wordlessly pointed to the silver plaque that read Echizen on it.

" It's nice to meet you, Neighbor-Seaweed- San."

Don't call me that!

To be continued