A/N: I'm re-writing Dragon of the Court...I didn't think I was getting anywhere before so this time, I'LL TRY TO MAKE IT AS GOOD AS POSSIBLE BY TAKING MY TIME AND REVISING SOME THINGS I hope you guys like it :)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Prince of Tennis and MAY CONTAIN OCCness
Yuzuki Nikku is my OC :P
"You're serious right?" The team captain said, waving my application in my face.
Slowly, I nodded in reply.
He chuckled. More like laughing AT me.
"You know you can't right?" I shrugged.
"Why do you want to play?"He asked in a confused tone.
Sighing, I made eye-contact with Seiichi.
"Because I love to play tennis. It's my passion."He squinted at me and put a hand to his ear.
"I can't hear you Yuzuki. Speak up." I clenched my jaw to keep me from swearing, then drew in a deep breath and exhaled.
"Because I love to play tennis. It's my passion. I've been playing ever since I was a little girl Seiichi."
I looked down at the crack in the pavement of the concrete sidewalk.
"I'm sorry Yuzuki...But I can't have you play for Rikkai, especially on the Boys' tennis team. You're a girl for crying out loud! And it's not fair if I make you a Regular and not have a boy with the same potential as you play as a Regular."
I felt my eye twitch under his pitiful glare.
Why are you glaring at me Yukimura? And no other guy has the SAME potential as me!
"I-I understand...Seiichi." I replied. He nodded and walked away from me, leaving me alone.
Tears threatened to fall from my eyes.
You knew better Yuu...Don't you dare cry!
My mind screamed at me as quickly wiped my eyes.
What'd you expect? For him to just HAND over the jersey to you and call you a Regular just like that?
Why even prove my potential to others when they won't even give me the chance?
I picked up my bag and dragged my feet to the gate until something caught my eye.
Picking up the all-familiar object, I smiled to myself.
A chance to prove myself, won't mean they'll accept me...
I gripped the tennis ball in my hand and took the tennis racquet from my bag.
I don't need them to accept me...
Throwing the ball into the air, I readied myself for a copy serve I mastered from a match I watched.
But I sure can shut them up and put them in their rightful place!
In onw swift movement, I smashed the ball across the court.
Twist Serve Tornado...thank you Echizen Ryoma, I owe you one.
I heard the ball hit something.
Or someone.
Turning to face in which direction the groan came from, I tightened my grip on my racquet.
"W-Who's there?"
No answer.
"H-Hello?" I slowly made my way to the bushes where the ball landed.
I whacked the bush with my racquet and another groan was heard.
"I KNOW YOU'RE THERE! SHOW YOURSELF!" I held my racquet as if I held a sword and shut my eyes closed, silently praying.
Please don't be a rapist...or pedophile...or thug! PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS-!
"WHAT'D YA WHACK ME ON THE HEAD FOR!?" I screamed and ran back to the tennis court.
"HEY GET BACK HERE!" "YOU FOR GOT YOUR RACQUET~!"
My heart beat quickened, and I rushed to my bag.
THERE'S MORE THAN ONE! Where is it? WHERE IS IT?!
I zipped open a pocket on my bag and found the little rascal.
HAH! There you are!
~*PUFF*~
"Hwooo~" I slowly breathed out.
I placed my inhaler back into my bag. When I zipped my bag shut, I felt someone's hand on my shoulder.
I didn't DARE move.
"Here's your racquet." Someone spoke making me scream. Grabbing the hand on my shoulder, I dragged the person over my shoulder and slammed him into the ground.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" I yelled, scrambling to grab my racquet.
The boy rolled over and laughed.
"Wha-HAHA! What is the matter with you?!" He laughed. I hit him with my racquet and stood up.
"W-Who are you?! And w-where are the others?!" I demanded. He sighed and sat straight.
"Kirihara Akaya. Over there in the bushes is a friend of mine. " Briskly turning away from him, I grabbed my bag and strolled towards the exit.
"HEY! WAIT!" Kirihara caught up to me and followed me.
"KIRIHARA! WAIT UP!" A redhead boy about one year my senior ran up to us.
"Hey there! I'm Marui Bunta." Marui introduced himself, popping his gum. I kept walking as they followed closely behind me.
"Where'd you learn to serve like that?" He asked. I pursed my lips and took a deep breath.
"Go away. I don't know why you're following me." I picked up my pace and hurried through the empty alley that led to my neighborhood.
"You live on THAT side of town?" Kirihara asked. I growled at him.
"GO AWAY! I DON'T KNOW YOU SO GET AWAY FROM ME! IT'S 9:00 AT NIGHT! DON'T YOU TWO HAVE CURFEW?!" I screamed, making the dogs in my neighborhood bark.
"Uh...nope." Kirihara piped. Marui grabbed Kirihara and led him back to where they came from.
"Gomen...uhh...what is your name?" I sighed and gave one last look at the two.
"My full name or just first?" They both laughed at me. My eye twitched and I held back the urge of punching them.
"Fine. My name is Yuzuki Nikku. But you can call me Yuu." I bowed to them and ran home, slamming the door behind me.
I was met at the door by complete silence and pitch black.
It just reminded me of how lonely I really was.
I threw my bag onto my bed and kicked off my shoes.
Getting ready for bed and changing into my pajamas, I received a text.
From an Unknown number:
Hey Yuu~! Whatcha doing?
I stared at my phone.
To Unknown number
From Yuu:
HOW the heck did you get my phone number Akaya?!
From an Unknown number:
How'd you know it was me?! ;P I found your wallet on my way back 2 school.
I'll give it back 2morrow 'kay?
To an Unknown number
From Yuu:
Fine go 2 sleep it's 9 friggin' 30 xP
I sent the text and set my phone on my dresser.
My IPhone received another text.
Ignore it...
I put my phone on silent and got into bed, falling sound asleep.
Dreaming how it would be like if I was a boy. It would be SO much easier for me...And I'd finally be able to fit in.
I'll become a Regular. Just watch Yukimura-sempai.
A/N:
Whatcha think about it?
Was is good? Or should I just delete the story and forget about writing PoT fanfics?
Criticism and Advice is okay with me, I KNOW I need help so I need A LOT~
-Byakuren Myka~