Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ To be a Fangirl ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )

Hello peoples. This is my first Prince of Tennis fanfic, and though it's totally fun to write, I can tell you now nobody is going to want to read it, lol. I wrote it for my own enjoyment only, and suddenly decided to start posting it, so yeah. I don't have a beta reader, and I haven't watched it for very long, so forgive any errors I make, though I am more than open to hearing anyone out that wants to point those errors out to me. I love constructive criticism. In fact, I thrive on it.

 

Righto, so a few things. This is going to be about a character I made named Yuki Clark, who has a life, personality, and problems of her own. It's in first person perspective, and the first chapter pretty much sucks, although if you somehow stick it out through to the second chapter, you're sure to get some laughs. I hope.

 

Since most of my characters reflect myself a lot, and I love Kaidoh, most of the relationship advancements are going to be between Yuki and the Viper. I'm still terrible at characterization, especially when it comes to these characters, and I apologize if it's not very believable.

 

Ah, I guess that's it. I hope someone enjoys this besides me, because that's what makes it worth writing and posting. The prologue is pretty short, but I promise all the chapters after this will be nearly twice the size, and I'm looking to make this a double digit chaptered fanfic I think. Definitely at least twenty chapters. Maybe more.

 

Anyway, on to the story!

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own PoT. I DO, however, own Yuki Clark. She is my creation, so please ask to use her.

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Trepidation felt like a living, breathing thing. Anxiousness. I was wearing purple eye-shadow that matched the purple streaks in my stylishly short hair to try and give myself some false confidence, along with a touch of eyeliner/mascara/lipstick. I didn't have a uniform yet so I'd gotten to dress myself too; low riding, tight jeans, a purple t-shirt with a green, purple and gold underbust corset(which probably contributed to my not-so-great breathing), gold flip-flops, gold dangly earrings, and I was feeling pretty good about myself. I wasn't a very big girl, pretty short, pretty light, pretty delicate; cute maybe, but certainly not more than that. Until I'd gone and upped my fashion strangeness and dyed bright purple into my dark hair, I'd looked like a hundred other teenagers. Now I stood out, and I wasn't entirely sure I liked that yet.

 

A tumult of emotions laid a heavy weight in my gut as I stepped onto Seigaku school grounds, notebook clutched firmly in hand, knees weak and trying to buckle under my own weight. I pushed past the awful feelings and straightened my spine. I wasn't here to harm anyone or anything else. I just wanted to meet them. I wanted to meet the determined, dedicated players of the tennis team finally. The face in my head that stood out the most had dark hair, and had a dark complexion...

 

No, what was I thinking? Echizen Ryouma's complexion was nearly milky it was so fair. I shook my head hard and continued forward, ignoring the fact that the face in my head was not the one I kept telling myself it was.

 

Kaoru Kaidoh had caught my attention the very first time I had seen him. Fear had thrilled through me like lightning, tightening my muscles in a fight or flight response, even though the muscular teenager was separated from me by a chain link fence. Even though the look on his face was all for his opponent. I'd been denying a strange fascination with the tennis player since that day. It was like wanting to pet a lion. You knew it was bad for you, but the strange, thrilling urge was still there, running your skin with goosebumbs of fear and tightening your gut into knots.

 

Of course, all of Seigaku's players had their own appeal. The captain seemed so cold and handsome with his remote stare and untouchable beauty. The prodigy was a mixture of illusions that only fell away when he was on court with a worthy opponent, his blue eyes opening and showing his true, serious, dangerous nature. The vice captain's sweet nature. The acrobatics cuteness. The powerhouse's shyness. The smasher's natural charm. The data specialist's logic and brains. The freshman's cute stoicism and confidence. They all had their own attributes, and I could admit to myself that being around them was probably going to make me melt, but there was one face I would seek out unnaturally. The one that kept people away, the one that frightened.

 

I gathered my tattered courage -read wits- about me and continued forward, my back ramrod straight (why had I worn this stupid corset again?), my eyes impassive as I could make them. I would NOT swoon and giggle. No fucking way.

 

"Uh, excuse me?" A gentle voice called in my direction, and a shiver passed through my frame. I pasted a friendly smile into place and turned to find the smiling face of the vice-captain coming closer. "You don't go to this school... and it doesn't even open for another hour." He pointed out gently. "Are you lost?" His voice was so sweet, so inviting, his eyes gentle. I shook my head, earrings twinkling merrily.

 

"No, no. I'm from Hyotei, and I know exactly where I am, Oishi-sama." I remembered at last second to bow politely (carefully, the corset digging into my ribs) and when I stood back up, his smile was gone, his eyes inquisitive. "I'm here to, this is..."

 

Okay, in my head, this had gone a lot smoother. After all, I didn't want them to think I was spying for my school, no indeed, that I didn't. Finally I bit back my pride and thrust the notebook and pen at the tennis player, my eyes low. "Please sign my notebook, Oishi-sama!"

 

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

 

The notebook was taken from my shaking (shit, shaking?) fingers and when I dared to look up, Oishi was grinning, a slight blush staining his cheeks.

 

"Sure... what is your name?"

 

"Yuki!" I let my gratitude show in my smile. "Yuki Clark."

 

"That's not a Japanese name." Oishi commented off-handedly as he wrote.

 

I nodded. "My daddy is an American soldier who was stationed over here. He's been stationed overseas now, but he should be coming back to Japan this winter." I explained. Oishi frowned, seemingly to find folly with my story (which was mostly true!) but refrained from commenting on it. He handed back the notebook and I took it and somehow managed not to open it immediately and moon over the signature there. I was trying really hard not to make Oishi uncomfortable. REALLY hard.

 

"So you live with your mom, Yuki?" Oishi said as I opened my mouth to give parting words.

 

"Yeah, not terribly far away." I lied quickly, ignoring the stab in my gut. Oishi made a gesture for us to walk together and I fell into step with him. "The bus ride here wasn't terribly expensive or anything." I said, just to say something. Oishi smiled down at me and I had to fight off a blush. Ugh, I hated being like this, but...

 

"Here, I'll take you to the courts." Oishi pointed to the practice area just coming into view around the side of the school. "We have morning practice today, so everybody will be out and about." He said congenially, and I gulped down a sudden bout of nervousness. Oh god, I'd been near idiotic with just one of them... how was I going to handle being around all of them? My step faltered slightly and if Oishi noticed, he didn't show it, just kept by my side as we rounded the corner.

 

My eyes fell on a cherished sight. On the closest court, Kawamura and Fuji were hitting a yellow streak back and forth, obviously just warming up, their hits nothing serious. At the front of the court stood the captain and to the side of the court was the rest of the players minus Oishi, in various stretching poses.

 

I swear, I almost died right there, watching those muscular bodies move and stretch. A small sound escaped my throat before I could stop it, but luckily, Tezuka called to Oishi just then. The captain's eyes flashed to me briefly, dismissed me, and went to Oishi. I tried to catch my breath, very thankful I hadn't laced the corset as I tight as I usually did.

 

"Oishi, did you get what I asked for?" the bespectacled man asked in his low, commanding voice.

 

Oishi nodded and smiled. "Yes, Tezuka." Oishi lengthened his stride to hand his captain something, and I stood frozen in place. "I brought a girl from-" Oishi stuttered to a stop and glanced at me, "I brought a friend who wants to get our autographs." Tezuka's lip twitched, whether it be humor or annoyance I couldn't tell.

 

I tried to look unassuming. Oishi hadn't told them I was from Hyotei... was he afraid they would chase me out or something?

 

"She can watch us practice." Tezuka said briefly, eyes on me, before turning back to watch his players warm up. Excitement washed through me.

 

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

 

Oishi motioned me closer. My feet moved me inexorably and he held the gate open while I hesitated outside of it.

 

"Here, Yuki, I'll introduce you to everyone before practice gets into full swing."

 

Something must have shown on my face, because Oishi's filled with compassion, but he stayed silent, holding the metal door open for me. Finally I entered, not looking at any of them somehow. I cursed myself up and down, forcing courage into my spine by sheer willpower. I was NOT some raving, blushing, idiotic fan that couldn't hold a normal conversation!

 

We ventured over to the captain, and I made myself look up and give him a pleasant smile, holding my hand out for a shake in a very American gesture. Okay, so I just wanted an excuse to touch. So sue me. "Tezuka-sama, captain of the team, it's so nice to meet you." I was relieved to find my voice at least mostly even. Whew. The captain nodded to me over our briefly joined hands and that was that.

 

Next.

 

"Momoshiro-sama-" My words were cut off even as my hand was taken in a firm grasp.

 

"Call me Momo-chan." He said, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and arrogance.

 

"Momo-kun," Extra emphasis on the -kun, "I hope we can be friends." I felt an easy smile appearing on my face. I couldnt help it, Momo just seemed to put me at ease.

 

Next.

 

"Hnn? I think Momo likes you, Yuki-chan!" Kikumaru hopped to his feet in a smooth, easy movement and took my hand before I offered it. I grinned at the cute redhead.

 

"Kikumaru-kun, that's a very funny thing to say. I heard Momoshiro is dating Tachibana Anne." I sent a wink at Kikumaru and a covert look over my shoulder at Momo's shocked face.

 

"Where did you hear that?" He managed to ask weakly after a moment.

 

I shrugged negligently. "Rumors, that's all."

 

Kikumaru was twittering into his hand and Inui was writing furiously in his notebook, a manic grin on his face.

 

"Yuki, eh?" He said, without looking up. "Junior year, Hyotei. 158 Centimeters, 55 kilograms. Doesn't play tennis, but sits at every game. Likes Pepperidge Farm cookies. Dislikes chips." Inui lifted his glasses covered gaze to grin at me. I nodded wordlessly.

 

"You even took data on me?" I asked numbly. His glasses glinted, going opaque, and I swallowed. "Jeez. Talk about dedicated." I muttered, but stuck out my hand anyway. He juggled his notebook and pen into one hand and grasp mine firmly.

 

Next.

 

Oh god, cuteness. I felt vaguely dirty for wanting to touch the boy who stood up, coming to about my height. "Echizen Ryouma." My voice was lifeless as I tried to keep myself in check. "Watching you play tennis has been one of the most awesome experiences of my lifetime." I recited from memory. I knew if I hadn't memorized something I would have sat there and said things like "golly gee whiz" and "oh my god". So, the recitation.

 

"Oh?" He took my hand. "If you're from Hyotei, why are you here?" He asked directly, his intelligent eyes looking hard into mine. I took as deep a breath as I could in the constrictive thing wrapped around my middle.

 

"Because I'm transferring into Seigaku."