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Inui's Fangirl ~ Prologue [The Theory of Fangirlism]

by ezylrybbit
edited 27.03.09

There is a peculiar hierarchy to the Seishun Gakuen Fangirl system.

At the summit of the bureaucratic complex lies the Seigaku Tennis Regulars' Fanclubs. Because our school has such a fantastic tennis program, the seven regulars are worshipped by girls and boys alike.

The soccer freaks are paid a little bit of attention; our volleyball and baseball regulars get their action, too—no one gives a damn about ping-pong.

Really, all anyone ever talks about is tennis.

The fanclubs, founded upon each regular player, consist of most of the popular, pretty girls. They're the ones that you see stalking down the school halls like they own each and every floor tile, trashing the freshman lockers and wiping the bottoms of their heavy-weight, one-inch thick, "in-style" combat boots on their kohais' skirts. They're the ones that, when even one so much as accidentally brushes past their hair, will probably get a fat smack in the cheek. People learn to become one-with-the-wall when these girls catch sight of the item of their adoration, so as to avoid all the frightfully unhealthy stampedes.

The girls' popularity rank differs by the member count of each fanclub.

Right now, the Tezuka Kunimitsu Fanclub is ranked number one (a revolutionary eighty fangirls), with Fuji Syuusuke trailing close behind (forty fangirls and thirty-five fanboys), and Kikumaru bringing up the third slot (with fifty or so people chasing after the acrobat). After that, "Rookie-Ryoma" Club follows (forty-five squealing freshman girls and three freshman guys), along with Kaidoh and Momoshiro tied at fifth place (the two groups are in constant warfare as to which one is really more popular; they're the ones that develop the biggest cat fights and vendettas).

Then the minority, Kawamura Takashi and Oishi Shuichiro. They each get about seven or eight fangirls a-piece.

And, finally, Inui Sadaharu.

I'm the one and only member of the Inui Sadaharu Fanclub.

Go on, laugh. I know you're going to.

There are pros and cons to the job. I get lonely without another member hanging around by my side to discuss Sadaharu.

Yet, I get to be the president of the club, plus Inui for myself.

You're probably wondering why the odd, eccentric data-tennis player on the tennis team even has a fanclub.

I mean, what can you see in a guy who wears the baggiest green sweats and the dumbest glasses? What can you see in a guy who mumbles to himself speaking in percentage-point language, and stalks people to death so much that you're afraid he has mental problems? What can you see in a boy that plays a style of tennis that is incredibly unflashy, and distinctly geek-like?

The thing is, I'm the only one, apart from his family, to have seen Sadaharu's eyes without being murdered in my sleep.

I mean his actual eyes. Not the green contacts that he wears behind his reflective lens glasses, but his actual, honest-to-goodness, hot-boy material, gorgeous, outstanding, blue eyes.

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