Prince Of Tennis Fan Fiction ❯ Translate This ❯ Jealousy ( Chapter 1 )

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Jealousy

 

 

 

 

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I all but collapsed into the taxi, right on top of Hikari. (Yes, the dog went too.) We were finally off that damn airplane. Sitting for ten hours straight on a plane sucks way more than it sounds. The taxi started, and we were soon headed to our rented house. Apparently, my mom's best friend from college recommended the house to us, so my mom rented it, and we were on our way. I was just about to a fall asleep when my mom turned around to talk to us. “Hey kids, when we get to the house, I'll give you an hour to rest, then I want you to go explore your new school, okay?”

 

 

 

“Sure mom.” We chorused. It was so weird, how we were halfway across the world, but still had to go to school. I didn't mind much though.

 

 

 

“Oh, and Tenaya? The friend of mine who recommended our house has a son your age, so he will be your “guide” for the time being. His name is Echizen Ryoma, I think. I heard that he's lived in America before so his English is pretty fluent.” How come only I got a guide? “But what about Joan and Carter?” Mom smirked at me.

 

 

 

“Well, Echizen isn't so much your guide as your translator, and since you are the only one who refuses to learn Japanese, Joan and Carter won't need any translators.”

 

 

 

I sighed. Japanese was the hardest language out of all the languages that I have ever tried to learn. (Which actually, isn't very many, so the bar wasn't exactly set very high.) I mean, I tried to learn some, but gave up every time I attempted it. I knew most basic words, and for some reason, I remembered “Today is Thursday.” and “Have you met my wife?” very clearly but I doubted that those two sentences would get me anywhere.

 

 

 

We got to the house after ten more minutes, and we all lugged our baggage inside. I walked around the house a little, and chose a bedroom. The room I chose was at the end of the hallway. It was smaller than my room at home, but it had a warm, friendly feel to it. Last thing I remember was closing my door, and passing out from fatigue onto my new (not to mention super-comfy >_<) bed.

 

 

 

 

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I woke up, and opened my eyes. “Wow, I'm in Japan…” I said to no one in particular. I looked at the clock. 11:00 A.M. Good. Enough time to take a shower and eat something before heading off to school. I figured that I'd explore my school on my own a little at lunch, then head to classes. I think the name of the school was Seigaku middle school - 7th, 8th, and 9th grade. I yawned and stretched. I wonder what a Japanese school is like…guess, I'd find out soon enough.

 

 

 

I pulled a towel from my suitcase and headed towards the bathroom. After figuring out how the taps worked, I jumped in and let the hot water run over my body. After showering, I felt much better, so I hopped over to my suitcase, blindly unzipped the closest one while praying that it had clothes in it. It turns out that it did, and so I pulled out the first things that I touched. After dressing, I un-wrapped the towel from my head and checked my reflection. Baggy, dark brown cargo pants, brown and white element hoodie, and black and red etnies. The comfiest outfit ever and not bad-looking either. I hung up my towel and got started on brushing my hair. I took about twenty-frickin minutes, so when I was done, it was already about time to go. I never blow-dried my hair anyway, because it made my hair all frizzy. But now I didn't have time for lunch. Whatever. I'll just make a sandwich and eat it on the way there. I ran over to the kitchen, literally threw a ham sandwich with mayo together and headed for the door. I stopped quickly to ask my mom for directions, then made my way towards Seigaku middle school. I brought a backpack, but hoped that they'd have a place for me to put my skateboard.

 

 

 

“Aah, this feels so good…” I said out loud. Skateboarding with my hair wet always felt awesome. Because my hair was wet, it was too heavy to get blown into my face, but just light enough for it to trail lightly after me. And the cool wind whistling past my ears never failed to give me a clean and cool feeling, a feeling I loved.

 

 

 

I was only about halfway through my sandwich when I reached the school. The students were obviously still in class, because the campus was completely deserted. I crammed the rest of my sandwich into my mouth, and hopped off my skateboard, prepared to take a quick stroll around the school grounds. The front of the school had gynormous (don't care if it's not a word…it is now.) gates, and the main building was huge, definitely a lot bigger than my old school. I wandered around and eventually reached the back of the school, where I could see a bunch of tennis courts. And to my surprise, next to the tennis courts, there were some skate ramps. “Awesome!” I smiled. “My school didn't even have a basketball court, and this place had skate ramps. How cool is that?” I was definitely planning on checking those ramps out later. But now, I had to go to the office and find my classes.

 

 

 

When I reached the main building, I pulled open the doors, and stepped in. I gasped. Okay…this was definitely not a school, it looked more like a government building or something! It was even bigger on the inside. I made my way to what looked like the office and walked in. I handed a note from my mom to one of the ladies working there. It was in Japanese, so I wasn't really sure of what it said, but my mom said that the note explained that I couldn't speak Japanese (and she just had to add a snicker at this part), and told the office to make my schedule the same as Echizen Ryoma's so that he could show me around. Jeez, my mom never tired of making fun of me, and always treated me like a six-year old. And it never failed to amuse her when she could point out the fact that I was half Japanese and couldn't speak the language. Guess fussing over me was her job. But she still made an overly large deal out of it. I mean, I could live in Japan without knowing how to speak their language, couldn't I?

 

 

 

I sweat-dropped as I accepted my schedule form the office lady. Hmm…better not try it. I figured that I'd have to ask this Echizen guy later about where to put my skateboard, but until then, I just had to carry it around with me. (It's quite heavy, really) “

 

 

 

“Lets see…” I looked down at my schedule. Lunch was right before fifth period, so I assumed that fourth period was where I was suppose to be right now. My schedule read:

4th period - English - Classroom D12 - Mrs. Saikoro

 

 

 

Alright! I smiled. This was probably going to be the only class where I knew what was going on. Oh, and maybe P.E. I looked around. Where the hell is D12? I spotted D11, and trotted towards that direction. Sure enough, D12 was right next to it. “Yes! Found it!” I say as I open the door and step in. Now, I could hear people talking and yelling before I opened the door, but as soon as I walked in, it was as if someone had pressed pause. I narrowed my eyes at the class. “What?” I said, perhaps a little rudely (oops). Mrs. Saikoro was the first to move. “Hello.” She smiled.

 

 

 

I walked up to her. “Hi.” I returned.

 

 

 

“Are you the new student from America?” She asked. Her English was fluent, but you could tell that it was definitely not her first language since she still had kind of a Japanese accent.

 

 

 

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Sorry about coming in in the middle of your class. My plane just arrived this morning.”

 

 

 

She smiled again. “Oh, it's okay. Would you mind telling us a little about yourself?”

 

 

 

I blinked. “In Japanese?”

 

 

 

She thought for a second. “No, this is an English class, I'd prefer you do it in English.”

 

 

 

Not that I could do it in any other language. Well I could speak a little bit of Spanish, but that would be even worse.

 

 

 

“Plus, I want to see how well my class understands you, so please don't speak too quickly.” She added, and with this, she turned towards her students. “Class, this is the new student from America. After she tells you a little about herself, I'm going to give you a quiz on what she said, okay?”

 

 

 

I sighed and turned toward the class. Public speaking wasn't my thing. I wasn't afraid of it; I just found it boring and pointless, and never bothered to get good at it. “Hi. I'm Tenaya Rialles, and I came from America to stay here for a couple of months. Umm...I'm thirteen…I am a Sagittarius, and…uh…I hate math.”

 

 

 

Silence.

 

 

 

Mrs. Saikoro smiled. (She smiled a lot, it was kind of creepy.) “Anything else?”

 

 

 

I thought for a sec. “Nope. Oh! Wait, “ I held up my skateboard. “I'm getting really tired of lugging this around so I was wondering if someone could show me where to put it.” Mrs. Saikoro blinked at me for a second, then turned around to look at the clock. “Well, there's only five minutes until lunch, so you can put your skateboard away then, in your locker. For now, why don't I show you to your seat?”

 

 

 

“Ok.” I shrugged. The teacher took my schedule from me and flipped it over. After a moment, she looked up. “The office secretary wrote me a note saying that Ryoma Echizen was to be showing you around, so why don't I just seat you next to him?”

 

I shrugged again. Mrs. Saikoro pointed toward the back of the classroom. “Echizen-san is the one sitting in the back with the black hair (which is actually a very vague description since almost all Asian people had black hair, but hey, who I'm I to criticize?) The desk next to him will be yours.”

 

 

 

I nodded and headed down one of the aisles to my seat. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. They were probably wondering if I died my hair or wore color contacts. It never changed, I thought with a sigh. As soon as I got to my seat, I sat down and dropped my skateboard with a loud “bang!”, which for some reason, made everyone start minding their own business again. God, I could feel a headache coming on this second. Probably lack of sleep (I couldn't sleep a wink on the damn plane.) or maybe I was just allergic to flying or something. Either way, that slight headache was becoming a full throbbing now. “Airplanes suck!” I said, and rested my forehead on the cool metal desk with a groan.

 

 

 

“I agree,” came a voice from my left. I looked up. There was a boy with longish black hair and dark brown eyes, no doubt Echizen Ryoma.

 

 

 

“Ughh, I've never been on one before today. And personally, I can think of so many better ways to spend 500 bucks.”

 

The guy to my left smiled and held out his hand. “Echizen Ryoma, you're the daughter of my mom's friend right?”

 

 

 

I nodded and stuck out my hand to shake his. “Yup, Tenaya Rialles and you're the dude showing me around?”

 

 

 

He nodded. “Mm-hmm.” The bell rang. “Come on, I'll show you where to put your stuff. Do you have a lunch?”

 

 

 

I stood up and followed after him. “Nope, already ate.”

 

 

 

 

 

*Narrator's POV*

 

 

 

 

Sakuno Ryuuzaki and Tomoka Meki watched as the new girl sat down next to Echizen. Tomo turned around to whisper to Sakuno. “She looks evil with those gray eyes. I think we should keep Ryoma-sama away from her.”

 

 

 

Sakuno smiled. “Don't jump to conclusions Tomo-chan. For all we know, she could be really nice. Plus, she doesn't know Japanese right? And Ryoma-kun's English is the best in the class, right?”

 

 

 

Tomo glanced back at where Echizen and Tenaya were chatting. “Yeah, but we have to be careful. Look at how friendly they seem already, and Ryoma-sama usually never talks to anybody. She might steal him away from us because you have to admit, she is really pretty,” Tomo lowered her voice. “In a freaky way though, because those gray eyes still freak me out.”

 

 

 

The lunch bell rang then. Sakuno sighed as she picked up her books and followed Tomo out of the classroom. Usually, Tomo-chan overreacted when it came to Ryoma-kun, but this time, she couldn't help but think that Tomo had a point. Ryoma-kun had always been a quiet person who keeps to himself, but today, he's probably said more words to this Tenaya person than he had ever said to her in her whole life. Usually, Sakuno liked to think of everyone as innocent until proven guilty, but at this second, seeing the new girl and Ryoma-kun talk like old friends, she could feel that green monster of jealousy inside her start to raise its ugly head.

 

 

 

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a/n: Hope this chapter was satisfactory for a first one. I've written all the way up to about chapter 9 in my notebook, and I've typed up 6 chapters already. But proofreading must be done, so check back at least once a week for updates! But after I finish posting all the chapters I've written, I think it's safe to say that the updating will slow down quite a bit. School takes up most of my time, not to mention piano, and I write pretty slow. So if any of you review, I'd like you to include whether or not you'd like the chapters to be updated slower but longer, or if you'd like them updated more frequently but with shorter chapters! Constructive criticism, comments, and flames are all welcome.