HALLOOOO! It's finally time for a new chapter!

Ruiko: About time! It's time for Hime-sama to take the stage!

Author: O-Oi! You're not supposed to be here! This is not that type of Author's note or disclaimer or whatever! Just go away!

Ruiko: Yeah, yeah keep on yappin'. Hime-sama is disappointed. *sighs* Without Hime-sama you'd be nothing! *then comes the evil laugh*

Author: What would you say if I killed you off then? Yeah…. What if I become the main character and rename this 'Author vs. the World'

Ruiko: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Author: Oi, you brat what are you laughing about?

Ruiko: Nothing, nothing, just keep being delusional all you want, the people love Hime-sama! Well anyway on to the disclaimer: The author of this story does not, in anyway own Prince of Tennis. *HMPT* If Hime-sama had it Hime-sama's way, no one would own Hime-sama, unfortunately Hime-sama belongs to author-san.

Chapter 3:

"Hime-sama always wins." She walked away from the court, not even sparing a glance to her opponent. Jiro was staring at the ground, with no one knowing why. Some deduce that he was in despair after his loss.

"Arigatou." He said. The girl halted in her steps and snuck a glance to the boy who silently stood up and flashed her a genuine smile. She simply smirked and walked away.

She sat under a cherry blossom tree around the school court yard. It was peaceful without a doubt. She stared at the sun and held up her racket. The same racket she swore she'd never used three years ago. She remembers it quite clearly. She was in the age of thirteen when-

*BRRIIINNNG RIIIINNNNG RIIIINNNNG*

She answered her phone "Moshi moshi."

"Nee-chan!" Her eyes widened at the voice, it was her favourite little demon.

"Akaya…"

"Ne, ne, Nee-chan, why didn't you tell me that you were back?" He whined. She creased her brows, how the heck did he know she was back?

"And how did you know I was back?"

"Oh, I heard some rumours about another Atobe showing up." She sighed news travels so fast, and she was even thinking of surprising him.

"Well, I got back just a few days ago. Oh and I got a spot in the regulars here in Hyoutei, just beat Jirochi a little while ago. You?"

"Ah! Sugoi! Now we can play each other in the regionals! Eh… demo… I want to see nee-chan even before that!"

"Akaya, stop calling me 'nee-chan' we're in the same year."

"Eh, but nee-chan, *hpmt* I will only call you nee-chan."

"Okay. Akaya do you know about Echizen Ryoma?"

"Echizen Ryoma. Yeah, I think so."

"Ah what school does he attend?"

"Seishun Gakuen."

"Arigatou Akaya, Bye bye, gotta go!"

"ahh Wait-" And she hung up. She stood up and packed her stuff. It's time to visit Seishun Gakuen.

So here we are with our heroine walking to wherever her gut leads her to. And apparently her gut led her to the place she wanted to go to. She waited outside by the gates, after all she didn't want to disturb their practice.

/With the Seigaku Regulars/

"Oi Echizen, I heard there was this cute girl waiting by the gate, wanna check it out?" The cap-wearing boy looked at his senpai. He didn't really care about girls or the whole opposite gender at that. It seems as though the only that runs through kid's mind is tennis. Momoshiro sighed upon seeing his kouhai's face, he was obviously uninterested, "I even heard she was wearing the Hyoutei uniform." At that statement, Ryoma's head perked up, could it be the same girl?

"Whatever, I don't have anything to do anyway." His senpai grinned and led him to spy at the girl.

"That's her nyah… she's the one that kicked your butt Ochibi." Apparently Kikumaru followed them, without any of them noticing.

Echizen glowered at his senpai, but turn back to the girl. She was the one who as his senpai said, 'kicked his butt'. It wasn't hard to remember her with that unique pink hair and those foreign blue eye. Looking at her, she was wearing the Hyoutei uniform, but instead of a skirt, it looked as though she was wearing white sports shorts with a single red stripe outlining the edges.

The young girl observed the school. And upon her observation, she found a bush with spiky black hair, weird red hair and a white thingy poking out. Out of curiosity she approached the said bush and out came three Seigaku regulars, arguing after a brief stare at her.

"Look what you did Ochibi, now she knows we were spying on her."

"It's your fault sempai for pushing." Echizen look pointedly at Momoshiro.

"Eh, don't blame me, I just wanted to see. It was Kikumaru-senpai's fault for blocking the view!"

And so the pink-haired girl was ignored as she stared at the quarreling bunch.

"It's my fault." She suddenly said. The three looked at her as if she was crazy. "Kidding. No it's not, it your fault." She pointed at Eiji. "your fault," she pointed at Momoshiro. "And your fault," she pointed at Echizen. "Now, shut up, you guys are giving me a headache!" They just stared at her. Her cheeks were puffed and red. 'She's cute when she's angry,' they concluded.

"Why are you here Rui-chan, nyah?" Eiji asked, she raised a brow at the familiar, but let it off since it was cute when he said it. "Who are you?" She asked.

"Ah, gomen, I'm Kikumaru Eiji and this is Momo!" She nodded at them and then turn her stare towards Echizen. "Take me to your house."

"AHHHHH! Echizen! Don't tell me you have that type of relationship with Rui-chan?"

Momoshiro shook his head a sternly eyed his kouhai, "*tsk* *tsk* Echizen, you're doing those naughty…" Then he smirked, "Can't believe a brat like you could actually have a girlfriend."

Echizen just stared at the girl, ignoring his senpais, did she just say 'Take me to your house.' Is that some kind of proposal?

"No, Echizen I'm not proposing to you." She deadpanned. "And no I'm not his girlfriend." She looked pleadingly into the eyes of the green-haired boy, "Just bring me there, please."

"Go Ochibi, your girlfriend needs you."

"Don't worry Echizen, we'll just tell the captain that you need some 'release'." So his senpais left him with a girl who was demanding him to bring her to his place. He sighed and walked off, leaving the girl to stare at his fleeting figure.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Just going to get my stuff, Hime-san."

(^3^)

"Here we are." He halted abruptly in front of his house, while Ruiko just stared with awe.

"I can't believe it, people, actually have these type of houses!" This girl needs to get out more, Echizen thought. He was startled when she suddenly grasped both his hands and stared at him with eyes filled with stars. "I knew it! I just knew!" She squealed.

"What?" He asked.

"That you're a samurai!" She thrashed around, fangirling, ecstatic of what she deduced. "I saw signs when I first saw your samurai drive, but this house just makes it legit!" She stared when he didn't respond. "Okay… so maybe you aren't a samurai then that just makes you a ninja! Come on show some of those N*ruto posters in your room! Let's go!" She stealthily took his keys and barged into the house.

"Ah Hello Ryoma-kun and Ryoma-kun you brought a friend!" She smiled at her "What's your name?"

"Atobe Ruiko. It is a pleasure to meet you." She bowed in respect. "Oh and where is Echizen-san's room?"

"Second floor first room to the left." Ruiko bowed in so Ryoma was just dragged to his room, not even knowing how he got into this situation. She was definitely hard to keep up with.

And when they were there…

"B-O-R-I-N-G." She stared at the walls, at the floor, at the shelves, at the bed and everything was normal. A sudden idea surged within. She laid herself on the floor and looked under the bed, it was as clean as, well… clean. "Seriously? No dirty magazines? Pl*yboy? F*M? Man you are as clean as a blank sheet of paper." She stared at him, but he just ignored her. "I bet a million bucks that you're a virgin." At that Ryoma was beet red. Well that settles it! He really is a virgin.

In an attempt to cover up his embarrassment, "Aren't you a virgin too?"

She chuckled, "Oh why do you even have to ask? My time in America was quite thrilling to tell you the truth." More blood rushed to his face. It was too much for a pubescent boy to handle. To get back at her he walked to his closet and and stripped himself of the upper part of his gakuran.

"O-Oi, what do you think you're doing?"

"Hmmm?" He got just the reaction he expected, "I thought it was 'quite thrilling'?" He smirked, but refused to face her.

"Ahh… yeah, maybe I should sit this one out, after all I'm too used to seeing muscles to be contented with your skinny body." She deadpanned. She was blushing, yes, but she wasn't lying. She swiftly went out of the door, leaving a very pissed off Ryoma, changing. Yep, she wasn't lying, Keigo may be annoying, but he did have some muscle and when she was at the beach in America she would easily spot the ones that work out and completely ignore the world around her.

Dismissing her from her thoughts, she heard the thump of a ball.

Bonk. Bonk. Bonk.

Her legs moved on their own and followed the noise and without even noticing she arrived somewhere beside a temple. She stared at the man before her, she knew him.

Inner Atobe on. "You shall play with Hime-sama, Samurai-kun."

Nanjirou laughed and prepared his stance, "Well if it isn't the one and only 'Princess'. It's been awhile, just hope you actually improved."

"No need to worry, pervert-san. Hime-sama will beat you once and for all!"

/With Ryoma/

He sighed as he got out of his room. Where was that girl anyway? He was sure that she'll wreak havoc in his household and he really didn't need any of that.

All of a sudden, he heard a ball being hit harshly and swiftly. He was sure that the old man couldn't have done that with the ball if he was practicing with a wall. He rushed out of the house and sped his way to the temple. He gaped at the scene before him. The ball was so fast his vision was could only get a glimpse at it, though he was sure to a normal person, the two looked like they were just swinging there rackets, playing a game of invisible tennis or something.

THUMP

The ball fell on Ruiko's side. She just stared at the ball. This was the end for their one-point match.

"So you actually improved. To tell you the truth…You're strong." Nanjirou smiled at the girl. It was true, she seems to have drastically improve since he last played her.

"Hime-sama will defeat you next time, Pervert-san." She slung her racket to her shoulder and headed to the door. Completely forgetting all about Ryoma.

Ryoma, on the other hand just stared blankly into the courts… Ruiko was a lot stronger than he anticipated. He stared at the old man and he was sweating. He looked back into their match, to see her skill now with her left hand, she obviously took it easy on him.

Instead of anger, he felt thrilled, all the more did he want a rematch with the said girl. He then turned to the sweating tennis player.

"Are you ready for round 2, old man?" And the first step to reaching that girl was to get stronger and that'll only happened once he's on par with the old man, just like her.

"Hahah! Now that's the spirit!"