Disclaimer: I do not own either Gakuen Alice or Prince of Tennis. *sigh*

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Chapter One: Seigaku Tennis Team

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"Wow," the fifteen year old Sakura Mikan breathed out, amazed at Seishuun Gakuen's tennis players. She was fascinated with the rigorous training that they were doing, especially the training of the ones who stood out the most: the ten players who wore the red, blue, and white jerseys. They were on separate courts from everyone else and were playing against each other. "Uwah!" she wailed in excitement and pointed to one of the players. "That serve that he did just now, what is it?" she asked, still pointing to the boy with the white cap, his dark green hair barely visible from where Mikan was standing.

"Oh, that's called a twist serve," Ryuzaki Sakuno said and smiled. "And that guy right there is Echizen Ryoma. He's the youngest regular on the team," she explained, a faint blush forming on her cheeks.

"Echizen Ryoma," Mikan repeated and placed her hand on her chin, wondering where she had heard that name before. "His name sounds kind of familiar," said the brunette, still trying to remember where she heard it from.

"I might have mentioned him to you once or twice," Sakuno said softly, her eyes watching the tennis matches carefully.

"Oh, yeah!" Mikan burst out. "I remember now. Echizen Ryoma is the guy that you keep mentioning to me, right? Yeah, I remember that you told me how much of a great tennis player he was and how he was the first freshman to become a regular when he was in middle school, but I guess I didn't really pay much attention to that before. Sorry about that," Mikan apologized, feeling somewhat guilty.

"That's alright. Anyway, are you watching the games? We're not that close but we can see all the matches from here."

"Yeah, I'm watching. It's really great. It's kind of hard to believe that they're only in high school," Mikan replied.

She transferred to the academy about two months ago already, but this was the first time that she saw the school's well-known tennis team. That is, the tennis team that was well-known to everyone but Mikan. She didn't really pay attention to these kinds of things and was more of the kind of person who merrily went on her own way.

"Who's that guy that Echizen Ryoma is against?" Mikan asked.

"Oh, him. He's Hyuuga Natsume. He's the second youngest regular on the team. He's technically the same age as Ryoma-kun and they're also in the same grade but Natsume-kun was born about a month earlier."

"He looks like he's a really hard worker."

"Yeah. Both him and Ryoma are known as the two 'Princes of Tennis' here at Seigaku," Sakuno explained.

All the matches stopped and the tennis players began to leave the courts. Mikan raised an eyebrow, wondering why they were leaving all of a sudden.

"Ah!" Sakuno exclaimed, remembering something important. "Shoot," she said, disappointed. "I forgot that I made Ryoma-kun a bentou." She sighed. "I guess I'll just give this to someone else and make another one for him tomorrow."

"What? Are you crazy? We can still make it. They're going to eat lunch, right? Then we just have to hurry and make a run for it. Do you think they'll be eating inside in the cafeteria or in the food court outside?" Mikan smiled widely at her closest friend in Seigaku. She wanted her to feel better. Besides, she knew how hard it was to make a bentou for yourself, let alone make one for yourself and for someone else. She especially hated the fact that you had to wake up early just to make yourself some decent lunch.

"The outside food court, probably? It's closer to the courts, and I think that the tennis players don't really want to walk all the way to the cafeteria just to eat lunch. Tennis is tiresome, you know," she pointed out proudly. Sakuno was a member of the girls tennis team. She wasn't exactly the best player there, but she improved by a lot since she started back in middle school.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Mikan helped herself up and pulled Sakuno by her wrist, practically dragging her to the food court.

When they got there, it was shown that Sakuno's hunch of them eating outside was right. All of the tennis regulars were sitting down at one table, and most of them were already gulping down tons of food. People like Momoshiro Takeshi and Kikumaru Eiji weren't ashamed to attack the food and look like pigs in front of everyone. What can they do? They were hungry and tired, and needed more energy to play tennis again later on.

"Come on," Mikan whispered to Sakuno, motioning her to follow. Mikan walked to the table were the regulars were sitting and smiled. Her pigtails bounced with each step she took towards them.

"Hi," she said, standing near Natsume and Ryoma. The other tennis regulars looked at the girl who had spoken and then to the two princes and back. The raven-haired Natsume looked up at her with boredom while Ryoma merely cocked his head to the side and said, "Yes?"

A mild breeze blew, causing Mikan's hair to dance around a bit.

"My name is Sakura Mikan! Echizen-san, Sakuno-chan made a bentou for you." She handed him the homemade lunch. Sakuno peeked at him from behind Mikan.

"Hi, Ryoma-kun. I hope you like it," the braided-haired brunette said.

"Ah. Thanks," he said in an utmost uninterested voice.

"I saw you guys play tennis earlier. It was amazing!" Mikan said in her usual energetic and cheery voice. "It's really great how you two are the youngest regulars on the team and are considered as the two princes of tennis."

"And I saw your strawberry print panties," Natsume said monotonously, his ruby eyes still staring up at her with boredom.

When did he..? Mikan thought. Seconds passed by as she thought of how he could have possibly seen her underwear. It took quite a while, but finally it hit her. Not too long ago, the wind blew and it must have shown her panties! But it was only a mild breeze so that meant that her skirt was only blown a little bit and... Natsume peeked at her underwear?

"Pervert!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. A cross look spread across her face.

"You sure are slow," he said and yawned, adding fuel to the fire.

The girl marched toward one of the eating tennis players at the same table and grabbed someone's drink in its large cup. She walked back to Natsume, ignoring the "Hey!" that someone said, likely the person whom she took the drink from.

She stood in front of him and slowly poured the drink on his head, which, by the way, happened to be a strawberry smoothie.

"Hmph," she grunted and began to walk away.

What the hell? Natsume's blood began to boil. All he did was say that she wore strawberry-print panties and got a pink, sticky, gooey strawberry smoothie poured on his head? He didn't deserve that—at least, he thought so anyway. Of course, he wasn't going to let her get away with doing that. How dare she, he thought and stood up from his chair. He took his racket out of its case along with a tennis ball, too. He took a serving stance and hit the ball. It headed toward Mikan's direction.

"Itai**!" she wailed. She placed her hand on the spot where she had been hit. She spun around quickly. Her hazel brown eyes met his ruby ones. "You," she said angrily.

"What?" he asked rhetorically. He placed his racket back into its case and kicked his chair down. He turned his head at Mikan. "Don't you dare mess with me, little girl," he said coldly and walked away.

Ryoma, who was watching the whole scene up close, began to laugh. "Strawberry-printed panties? In high school?" He shook his head and tried to hide his laughter, but it was no use. He began to laugh loudly again. This girl must be an idiot for trying to mess with someone like Natsume.

Thoroughly humiliated and upset, Mikan looked at him sternly and walked up to him as well, giving him a good slap on the face. "It looks like the only thing that you two princes are good at is playing tennis! You don't have manners or a single friendly bone in your body!" she yelled. Tears began to form in her eyes. "Horrible," she muttered and ran away.

* bento - lunch (box)
** itai - ouch

Author's Note: Another story. It was short, but let me know what you thought of this. Should I continue or not?

Review please.

Ja,

Aimee.