'There she is again. Echizen Ryomi... You seem to be everywhere, don't you?'

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Lunch break, English classroom

" Kirihara, you imbecile! Your scores are still absolutely horrifying!" Ryomi scolded Akaya.

Akaya fidgeted awkwardly. He had tried his best, he really had... after all-Buchou had encouraged him to do his best and he wouldn't let him done! But... how was he supposed to understand this incoherent jibberish called English! It was impossible! Impossible!An angry tick mark appeared on his head.

Though to be fair, the girl wasn't as big as a pest as he had initially imagined... But... tennis...! He was missing his tennis time!

Ryomi sighed. He really was easy to see through." You may resent losing your tennis time now, but if you don't bring these marks up, you're going to be kicked off the team."

" Tell me something I don't know! Argh!" Akaya shouted. Really, he didn't have any trouble with school... it was just English though, to be fair, the girl wasn't as big as a pest as he imagined. True, there were still respect issues with the younger girl, but she explained things well, and even Akaya could recognize a good tennis player no matter who they were.

" Well at least your scores improved from before... I'll let you off early this time."

Akaya's face brightened. The sessions that sensei had forced them to participate in was in the middle of his tennis practice. Meanwhile, buchou and vice-buchou understood and he was making up for lost time after school, it still wasn't right... now he would be able to catch the end of practice!

"Arigatou!" He grabbed his bag and sprinted out of the classroom at breakneck speed. A trail of papers and dust could be seen behind him as he rounded the corner and headed to the courts.

"Geez, I can't believe that kid is older than me..." Ryomi sighed and ran her hands through her emerald-tinted hair. She was just packing up when sensei walked back in.

"Oh! Ecizen-san, where is Kirihara?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly

" I let him off earlier. He performed better than usual on his test..."

" I see. Well, this tutoring seems to be going well!"Sensei rushed over to his bag and proceeded to pack up his belongings, scattering a couple papers in the process. Ryomi remained silent.

"Echizen, would you mind dropping these papers off for me on your out the gate?" Ryomi turned around to see him folding a large binder full of papers with the big bold label that read

" Rikkdai Men's tennis team" on the front. "I promised I would give it to Yukimura after checking out their funding earlier but I'm late for a meeting right now."

" Hai."

" Arigatou!" The teacher waved and left the classroom in a hurry. Ryomi sweatdropped.

" Oh well. There's no rush anyways."

Ryomi soon arrived at the courts. She knew because there was a very large and noisy crowd of girls.

" 51"

" 52"

" 53"

" 54"

" 55"

Practice had been underway and presently all the non-regulars were dutifully practicing their strokes. Not a single regular was in sight. The girls whispered amongst themselves and fidgeted in excitement. They were all gathered yet not one of them payed the slightest of attention to the non-regulars.

Ryomi pushes past the girls and entered the court.

" What are you doing here? This court is closed to outsiders." An arrogant 3rd year stated.

Ryomi chose to ignore his question. " Where is the captain?"

The third year continued. " If you're here for Yukimura- buchou, forget it! You're just going to bother him! Stay outside the fence with the rest of those fan girls!"

She glares at him coolly.

The third year very nearly pissed his pants.

The rest of the non-regulars watched the the fool with a mixture of pity, relief and nostalgia. They had unfortunately encountered the five-foot terror before.

" I'll choose were to stay, thank you very much."

The crowd of girls silenced and turned interested eyes to the courts.

The third year managed to regain his bravado with his new audience. " What do you need? We're busy practicing!" he scoffed. " Not that you would know anything about tennis."

If the foolish third year had been paying attention to Ryomi rather than watching the crowd of girl's for their reaction to his " bravery", he would have seen Ryomi's eyes flash dangerously.

" Oh? So why don't we play a match?"

Now let's all get a little info about the poor sap that had unfortunately just sealed his doom. Regrettably, he was absent at practice the day before and thus missed the obsolete scenario of Ryomi beating all of the club's non-regulars and Rikkadia's infamous trickster. The poor guy was trying to impress the large mob of girls watching outside the court.

The other non-regulars however, recognized the the five-foot terror. Eyes widened and legs quivered. Sweat began to from and wills were signed.

Only one thought was in Ryomi's mind right now.

'Vengeance was going to be oh-so sweet.'

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15 minutes later, Ryomi's latest victim lay panting on the tennis court. The tiny little thing had beaten him 6 games to 1. He hadn't scored a single point! They were all service and return aces...

His fellow club members grudgingly patted him on the back as they too reminisced on oho their masculinity was effectively trampled on by the raven-haired girl. And from here, Ryomi was effectively labeled the 'five-foot terror' in all the poor non-regulars mind.

Ryomi strode off the the club room, semi-satisfied with the pathetic resistance that her opponent had offered. 'Ch.'

She knocked on the door quietly. She could hear murmurs in the room. They were silenced once they heard the noise. The door was opened by no one less than Seaweed-Sempai.

" You...!" he pointed to her flabbergasted.

" Yes, me." Ryomi strode past Akaya and entered the club room- uninvited of course.

Akaya turned around snarling. " You said I could leave early today! I finished the homework sensei assigned me! You can't nag me now!" he screeched

Ryomi and turned to face Yukimura. " I'm not here about your english tutoring, no matter how absymal they may be."

Akaya thought for a moment. " Oh! You want a rematch!" he smirked at having thought of that notion all by himself. "Well, you can't have one! Because you turned buchou's offer!" he stuck his tongue at her.

Ryomi ignored Akaya. She held the binder out to Yukimura. " Sensei said he needed to give this to you."

Yukimura smiled gently. " Soka. Arigatou. "

Ryomi headed toward the door. She could feel seven pairs of eye's hard glares digging into her back. She chuckled in her mind.

" Please keep thinking about my offer" Yukimura called out pleasantly.

"Ah." Ryomi waved without turning around.

The club room door swung close with a click. Silence ensued.

" Seichii... Why are you so adamant on having this girl joining the team?" Sanada spoke up. All the regulars started (except Yukimura of course.)

It was a well-established fact that Yukimura really made the decisions In situations like these, Sanada remained silent and always followed whatever choice Yukimura made. For Sanada to raise an objection...

" Well, if the Child of God couldn't even convince a lovely princess to join a tennis team, then he would be undeserving of that title. no?" Yukimura chuckled.

All of the rest of the regulars couldn't help but feel sorry for Ryomi.