Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. This fanfiction is going to combine two Seigaku members... And review if you hate/love the OC. I personally like her, because I just love reading stories about geniuses, so I am trying to see how far I can go with this. Also, tell me a sport that the OC should play, okay? It can't be tennis because that's... just too redundant. It doesn't matter to me if it's American or Japanese, since in fanfiction you can do anything, basically.
I'm kinda depressed because I haven't any ideas for oneshots... just OC's. TT.TT. I can't write yaoi because I don't have much of a clue to keep them all in character, either... (wind blows)
---Act One---
-Chapter One: The Calm Before the Storm: I Ignore the Subtle Hints that my Mother and Father Keep Telling Me-
Genius- the most under appreciated person on the planet.
Today was the first day of summer vacation. While most unruly juveniles I knew would squirrel away the precious days by eating ice cream or going to swim in the local pool, I preferred to while the hours by inspecting the latest batch of pests my mother had whined to my father, saying that he should call the local termite control center. I, however, opted to kill them myself with a big can of ammonia so that I wouldn't have to cringe while a big mustachioed man came up to our driveway with a menacing smirk on his face to murder our oh-so compassionate neighbors.
"Hello, my friends," I murmured to my insect companions. They are so interesting. They don't have to worry about who's going out with who, what they have to do, and finally what they are actually doing. They just... panic in the blaring sunlight. While I admire them for being senseless, I feel that they are missing out on life. Too bad they have to die.
"Now, I have to say goodbye," I said, wiping an imaginary tear from my eye. Then I sprayed, watching the white grubs writhe in agony.
The day before:
I have been accused of being anal retentive, an over achiever, and a compulsive perfectionist, like they are bad things. My disposition typically is described like this, only because I am merely a genius. Unfortunately, this kind of attitude seems to precede me wherever I go, so I have to deal with it.
Today I was anxious to escape the hysteria of the crowd filled with testosterone-fueled boys and the bento confessions of many love-struck girls in high school. Me being three years younger than the seniors, I chose the long route to avoid the crepes truck and all the lovey-dovey mush you see at the local park.
"How was your day, Sana?" My mother asks this question everyday. I always replied, "Fine, only I had to suffer a session with stupid people who didn't bother to check their English accents."
I am a certified translator in both English and Japanese. I had to take an Internet course for this, although I was only twelve at the time. Luckily my mother and I share the same name.
All the students look so much older than me. It is hard to believe that I will become a senior this year, and possibly go to college if they allow fifteen year olds to do so. When I look back at my childhood, it doesn't seem so long ago. Yoshiko, the old nun who lives next door, claims it's because its a state of mind. My father, however, insists that it is because I am surrounded by childish hijinks, such as the tennis ball that flew into our window and smashed into the glass. Whatever.
"How many people said hi to you today?" asked my mother as I sipped a glass of ice tea and removed the odango from a nearby side dish.
I proudly held up five fingers. "Tsuyoshi-sensei, Hikosho-sensei, Ishi-senpai, Sora-sensei, and Kiho-sensei. They said congratulations on my next article in the National Geographic magazine. It's going to be on sell this July."
Ishi-senpai is this year's number one in the whole high school with the highest grades. I admire her immensely and she has never failed to return my hellos when I wave to her in the hallway. She said to me, "Sana, stay cool, okay?"
I spent all of geometry class analyzing her message. She could have meant the sweltering summers that Tokyo is famous for, or, as I like to think, she could have been referring to as when they say, "She's so cool." Therefore, she is implying that I am one of the cool people, and I should remain so.
Walking over to Yoshiko's, the nun and also my best friend, she greeted me with a platter of cookies and a strawberry milkshake, even though I already had a snack at home. I happily took a fish shaped cracker and munched. The salty sodium goes nutritionally well with the natural sweetness of strawberries, and plus I think it is delicious. She was wrestling with a giant rubbery ball when she slipped and fell. The old woman is interested in yoga and I wasn't much concerned even while she signaled for help.
"Thanks, Sana. I was having issues with that crazy training."
"Why do it if you're having 'issues' with it, Shi-chan?" I asked her. We are on less formal terms, but when my parents invite her for a barbeque, I am forced to call her as "Baa-san". I think it was plenty polite, but Yoshiko was enraged.
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"I am not that old! I still have many years to go! Look at Ryusaki-san! She's coaching the local men's Seigaku's tennis team! Don't call me 'Baa-san'! Call me Yoshiko!"
"Calm down, Shi-chan! You're spilling the teriyaki beef bites! Oh no..."
"My dress!"
"My hair!!!"
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Since then we only invited her to a local movie theater. At least nobody has to talk there.
We spent the rest of the afternoon playing two handed bridge. I won most of the time, and I also won a handful of frozen M&M's and buttery popcorn. Shi-chan used to work as a missionary; many of her fellow co-workers went to America, and the rest were history.
At dinnertime I excused myself since I wasn't that hungry. My father looked at me strangely and said, "Masaka! Don't tell me. It's your summer homework, right? Am I right?"
Just because I stayed awake for 49 hours to solve an extremely complicated math problem, my parents claim I have an unhealthy obsession with extra credit. They also use it as an excuse to make me do "fun things." At this point, I bring up the fact that I can do a complete cartwheel, and that I prefer barbeque potato chips over sour cream, and also that I like Charlie's Angels, the English version over the Japanese dub. They usually will subdue at this point, but if they don't, I will resort to emergency bribery. Mr. Potato Head is in my mother's possession, and the butterfly kite I got for my tenth birthday is in my father's list of "stress-free hobbies." Call me a negotiator.
"No.That's because I've already completed all of the assignments that sensei told us to do in school." I smiled weakly, then began to stuff my face with rice and whatnot. After all, they can hardly mistake me as a fifteen year-old teenager, right?
Mother relaxed, then tensed up again, very quickly. She would make an excellent schizophrenic. I heard that they pay big money to see something like that on television in America. As model psychologists.
She said casually, "You're so smart, Sana. Perhaps you make friends with Kikumaru, that nice boy. I heard he's having problems with his schoolwork."
I nearly choked on a piece of grilled octopus. Just thinking about him gave me the creeps. That nice boy had nearly ruined my face by accidentally hitting a... merely ostentatious acrobatic tennis ball. Since then, we were fine with just "Let's forget about the whole thing and you too" kind of deal. I'm what you call an independent person. I don't hang around other students.
Changing the subject quickly, I said, "Say, I heard that the melons were on sale today! I like cantaloupes as well, but you can't beat a ripe watermelon!"
Mother frowned. "Sana, did you forget that I am allergic to watermelon?"
"Then what about honeydew?"
She pointed her chopsticks at me, like two stick daggers facing an bloody kill. "I don't like honeydew."
"What about cantaloupe?"
Last night, Yoshiko paid me a call. She's been doing that ever since her monkey, Dottie, died. It was her favorite thing in the whole world since "a man in a yellow suit" gave it to her. He mumbled something about, "George grew up, found a lady monkey, and then his curiosity got the better of him. He died in a car crash." That was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, and he couldn't bear the pain of looking at another monkey, so she got it for free.
Yoshiko and Dottie lived together for twenty years. I had often tried teaching the ape sign language, like the famous gorilla Coco I read about in an article, but it appears that she cannot comprehend the logistics of finger shaping. Yoshiko smiled and said that it was because that "We already have a genius in the family, it's obvious that we don't need another one." At this I glared at Shi-chan, and retorted that if they didn't need another one, was it a hint that I was a bother to the family? And she responded by saying, "No, but think if Dottie was." I laughed later, imagining the chaos that would happen if Dottie was an intelligent monkey. She's good enough already, even if she's not smart. What I really can't stand is somebody that didn't do their homework right.
"You know," she said, in that slow drawl of hers, "You don't have to spend all your time with me. You should make more friends."
I huffed. Why is everybody concerned that I don't have a companion my age?
True, I do have those occasional pangs when I walk down the corridors and there are students everywhere, having a secret to share, them whispering, not including me in there little band of people. And yes, I hadn't really experienced, you know, a sleepover, but I always compensated it that I wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. I think that it's bad for my neck. And then there's the issue of toothpaste and towels. I hardly think I should go into detail for that.
"I don't need another friend, Shi-chan. I've already planned out my goals." And it's true. I've written and mapped out my future for the next fifteen years.
"Perhaps you could try veering off the road once in a while," she suggested mildly. "After all, who knows about the things you could find out? You might be pleasantly surprised."
I stifled a laugh as I said goodbye to the lucid old woman. Everyone knows that the shortest distance from two points is a line. Why would I take any other route?
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Author's Note: My brain is shouting at me, saying, "Quality is better than quantity!" but I had this idea. As a result, I couldn't sleep at all... Well, Sana Kururugi is one interesting character and I'd like to explore her more further. And to keep you people guessing, I won't tell you the other Seigaku member, because I think it's also too obvious. She has to do something with Eiji, of course, and she has to... well, tune into the next chappie! And review. Reviews are the perspective of a reader that doesn't know what's going to happen, but maybe some of you out there are pretty good guessers, huh?
Oh, and how many of you have seen the Nationals OVA number fifteen? I'd like your opinion about it, because I may think about a Fuji and Shiraishi story. You never know, I'm very crazy like that.