A/N: Hello Everyone! This is my first story of 2012, I'm really sorry for the lack of updates and stuff... Lately, i had been working on a LOONG oneshot. I had been writing scenes, editing stuff, cutting out and fixing some stuff from that oneshot. I'm stuck on the ending though == I had been imagining it in my head, there's no draft, so i just think and type it out, then edit it some time later. Yes, i know, it's a horrible way of doing stuff, but yea... BUT, I'm going to edit it once I finish it, hopefully it'll be published this month, if there's NO problems. :D :D

Ok, I know you want me to shut up and get on with it. I don't think you're even bothered to read this...

This a Prince of Tennis story, I own nothing apart from my OC, Takahashi Hikari. I will post her picture, and some info on my profile later. Prince of Tennis rightfully belongs to Takeshi Konomi.

Full Summary: After a painful break up with Niou Masaharu, infamous for his acts of dating girls, and breaking their hearts, Takahashi Hikari finds herself lost in a sea of love, her heart captured once again, this time by a certain 'Child of a God.' Niou Masaharu x OC x Yukimura Seiichi. OC

I WARN YOU NOW, THIS IS AN OC STORY, SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE OC, THEN DON'T READ THIS. Sorry if the characters are OOC or anything, i haven't watched Prince of Tennis for 1 year or something, and I haven't grasped what the Rikkaidai's tennis regulars are like. == Feel free to criticise this, and point out my mistakes, I would highly appreciate this. English was my lowest mark in last year's report ==

This was inspired by a few stories, as Niou as some kind of Heartbreaker, or Player, as you would put it. I would look at my story, Spice it Up! - for some examples of 'Heartbreaker/Players' - Kagamine Len.

~Fallen Love~
|Chapter 1|
-Let's Break up -

Takahashi Hikari sighed as she shifted on the bench for the umpteenth time. She glanced her at her watch.

5:30

"He's late by two hours," She murmured softly. She lifted her gaze from her watch, only to see couples happily walking pass. They smiled gleefully, and laughed without a single care in the world, brimming with happiness. They held each other hands as they gazed in each other's eyes, lost in the seas of colours.

Hikari sighed again, and clutched the plastic bag to her chest, that held a single sports jersey. "Where are you?" She whispered, "Niou?" She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes brushed her cheeks, as she bit her bottom lip. The couples drifted pass, giggling and chattering, happiness glowed their faces – something she had never felt when she was with him.

6:00

Hikari sighed again. "Two hours and a half passed. He's late…again." Her eyes drifted down to the neatly folded jersey.

"What should I do?"

6:30

"Three hours," Hikari sighed as she checked her watched again, "Where is he?" 'Maybe he has tennis practice, or something. I heard that the captains are really strict, especially the vice-captain, Sanada Genichirou,' she thought. But that thought didn't reassure her.

Hikari pursed her lips. "One more hour. I'll just wait for one more hour."

7:26

"Five more minutes," Hikari mumbled. She closed her eyes, as if to ignore the pain in her heart. He's late for the 'date' again.

Maybe he forgotten all about me.

Hikari opened her eyes. "Should I break up with him?"

7:27

"What should I do?" Everywhere around her, the couples giggled, and laughed again. They laughed as shared their ice-cream. The girls blushed in happiness, the twinkles in their eyes was evident. The boys pecked their girlfriends on the cheek, and commented "You look cute when you blush" only to be resulted in the girls punch them lightly on the arm, but their blush grew.

"We were never like that." Hikari murmured softly.

7:29

"I should just break up with him," Hikari sighed, "It's not a big deal or anything…we just when on a few dates that he was always late for." Her grip tightened on the bag that contained the jersey, "Just because I blushed in front of him, and he just asked me out for a date… It doesn't mean anything at all." Her lips tweaked into a smile, "I had a stupid crush on him for few years, means nothing at all." She laughed ruefully, "I'm just clinging onto a relationship that never existed."

7:30

Hikari opened her eyes. "Seven-thirty," she said, and smiled sadly, "It's over Niou Masaharu. Famous heartbreaker, player or whatever of Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku." She glanced at the slightly ruffled jersey in her arms, "I just give this to him tomorrow at school." She smiled sadly at the memory of him draping his jersey over her shoulders in the rain, on Friday, after school.

Flashback

"Achoo!" Hikari sneezed loudly, she rubbed her nose blearily, "Stupid me, stupid me – for not taking an umbrella, and walking in the rain! I should've waited until the rain stopped." She rubbed her arms, which were pitied with Goosebumps. The rain continued to plummet towards the ground heavily. Hikari sneezed again. "Ergh…better get home quickly," Hikari growled, and broke into a run, her school briefcase occasionally banging herself on the knee. She hissed in annoyance, as her school briefcase hit her knee again. "Of all days to not bring my jacket or umbrella!"

"You should just get home quickly, instead of talking to yourself," a voice said, sounding very amused.

"Eh!" Hikari looked up to find someone towering over her – someone wearing the Rikkai sports uniform. "N-Niou-san!"

"Puri~"

Hikari looked up from the wet ground to find the silver-grey hair boy looming over her, holding an umbrella, which prevented them both from getting wet. "W-what are you doing here?" she stammered nervously, as a light blush appeared on her cheeks.

He winked at her, "Grumpy old Sanada made us run laps before it started raining, that's why practice was ended later than usual. Tch, cranky people these days, and Bakaya wasn't helping either."

"Oh…"

"Puri~"

"…Better get going, before the rain worsen," Hikari said, looking worried at the stormy sky.

"Here," Niou draped something warm and comfortable over her shoulders.

"Eh?" Hikari looked at her shoulder to see Niou's tennis jersey, it felt warm, and felt like a sanctuary. "Niou-san!" she gasped, as she placed her hand on the jersey, ready to pull it off, "You'll catch a cold, and – and –"

"First, don't add the 'san' in my name," Niou stated, "Second, you're the one that's likely to get a cold than me, and third don't forget our date on Sunday at 3:30 sharp," he smirked down at a blushing Hikari with her mouth open. "Puri~" He turned around and kept on walking.

Hikari smiled, the jersey feeling snug around her shoulders, she tightened it around her slim frame. "Thank you, Niou!" She smiled. He waved his hand without turning around in response.

End Flashback

Hikari stared up at the sky, and smiled wryly. "I thought you were really kind, Niou," she whispered, "Even though you date many girls and break their hearts. But…" She sighed, "You were always late to our dates that you had organized, and I had always wasted many hours of my life for nothing. And I'm clinging stupidly to a relationship that had never existed." She chuckled, "How stupid."

She stood up from the bench she had sat for 4 hours straight, and walked down the streets, a single lonely figure surrounded by bright, happy couples. Hikari strained herself to walk on, ignoring the people around her. She glanced at a nearby café, 'Should I go in for a drink?' she thought. She bit her lip, as she pondered on the matter, allowing her eyes to travel around the café. "Looks cozy enough," she murmured. Her eyes fell on a familiar looking of silver-gray hair that was braided into a small ponytail at the end. 'Niou!' she thought, as she stepped back, as her eyes widened with shock.

"Niou-kun!" The girl sitting across him squealed, her dyed blonde hair swished back and forth as she excitedly bounced in her chair, "You've been with me today for awhile now, so thank you!" She continued to ramble, talking about everything they did together, complimenting him everytime.

"Ah," Niou smirked, his mischievous eyes glinted as the light hit them, "Your welcome anytime, puri~" He leaned forward, and placed his hand on her chin and leaned forward.

Hikari instantly turned away, unnoticed by the certain couple, her eyes brimmed with tears, and she dashed down the streets, dodging the pedestrians, and angrily dashed the tears away. But the tears continued to travel down her cheeks without stopping.

"Dang it," she sobbed as she wiped away her tears, ignoring the looks that the people had given her, "Why am I still in love with him? It's just a stupid crush, for heaven's sake!" She stopped running and slowed to a heavy walk, feeling as if the world was on her back. "I will get over him, I swear."

"End of school, class dismissed," the Sensei announced, "And if anyone see Niou Masaharu from 3-B, please tell him to come to the Teachers' staffroom, because he had kindly jigged all the classes again." He sighed, and left the classroom, leaving the students to pack up, chattering loudly as they did.

"Ne, Ne, speaking of Niou-kun, he took me on a date last night!" a girl in the class squealed to her friends, "It was so romantic! We went to a fancy restaurant to have dinner, and –"

"Ehh!" Her friends gasped, "Lucky!" They left the classroom, chattering and giggling loudly as they left the classroom.

Hikari sighed, as she glanced at the girl who was surrounded by her friends, gossiping loudly. 'So, he forgot all about me, huh?' she thought. She peered into her briefcase, rummaging through the items, 'Where did I put his jersey?' she thought, biting her bottom lip, 'I was sure it's in here…oh right, I put in my locker this morning, better go get it now and give it to him.' She followed the other students and left the classroom, and shoved items back into her briefcase.

"Man, I got cleaning duty again, Sanada-fukubuchou going to kill me" Marui Bunta sighed gloomily, "What's he going to do? 100 laps, again?" He dodged the chattering students, in the hallway. He looked over to his left, where Hikari was standing, stuffing items back into her briefcase, rather clumsily.

"Hikari, can you do me a favour?" the self proclaimed genius asked, as he waltzed over to her.

"What is it, Marui-san?" Hikari asked, as she closed her bag, as she peered up at Marui, through the messy bangs. She swiped her bangs away in annoyance.

"Can you please take my cleaning duties for me? Sanada-fukubuchou going to get mad at me, whether I had cleaning duties or not! He's going to punish me with 100 laps!" He groaned at the thought, "I'll treat you to ice-cream later, ok? Well…more like Jackal's treat, hehe!" He grinned widely and gave a peace ( V ) with his fingers. "Oh, and don't add the 'san' to my name, I feel like 100 years old when you do that!"

"Ok, then, Marui…" Hikari answered slowly, "It's just cleaning the board and the table tops in your classroom, right? And no need to treat me out for ice-cream, it's fine, really."

"Yes, thanks, Hikari!" Marui made a beeline for the exit, "I owe you one!"

"You're welcome?" Hikari raised an eyebrow, as she heard Marui mutter about him being a genius. "I guess I return his jersey later…"

Hikari clutched the folded jersey to chest, as she peered at the tennis courts nervously. "I shouldn't really interrupt, and I don't see him anywhere…" she murmured, as she looked right and left, searching for a particular person.

"Hikari-san? Are you looking for someone?"

Hikari spun around and recognised Kuwahara Jackal, Marui's partner in doubles. "Jackal-san!" She gasped, "Oh, sorry if I disturbed your tennis practice, I'm just looking for someone."

"Call me, Jackal," Jackal smiled at the flustered-looking girl, "Who are you looking for?"

"Niou Masaharu," Hikari answered, and turned back to tennis courts, "I can't find him, anywhere. He jigged his classes today again. I want to return his jersey back to him."

"Niou?" Jackal raised an eyebrow, "I think he's near Court B somewhere. Follow me, I lead you to him."

"Eh? You sure? What if your vice-captain or captain gets mad? Sanada-san is –"

"Don't worry, you just want to return his jersey right?" Jackal interrupted, smiling reassuringly at Hikari, "It's fine. Sometimes it gets chilly in the courts, so we wear our jerseys, it's fine really."

"A-Ah, thank you, Jackal! I really appreciate it!" Hikari beamed. She followed Jackal, glancing warily at the flying balls shooting from the tennis players.

"Do you play tennis, Hikari-san?" Jackal asked, as they stepped into the courts.

"I use to play tennis when I was younger, but I prefer badminton," Hikari answered, "I got hit on the head many times by the ball, it was amazing how I didn't get a concussion or anything. So I decided to play badminton, and I grew to love it."

"Why don't you join the badminton club?" Jackal inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Hikari snorted, "The members there don't take it seriously, so I decided not to join. But I play in some minor competitions sometimes."

"That's awesome! Had you won any of them?"

"Um…last year I came runner-up, 2 years ago, I came first ...um…a few years ago, I came in the Top 5 in a few competitions," Hikari replied, counting her fingers, "Sorry, Jackal, it's been awhile, and I forgot all about it." She smiled sheepishly.

"No worries, but you did really well in all of those competitions! Maybe you should join the table tennis, or tennis clubs? They're somewhat similiar to badminton." Jackal suggested, looking impressed at her achievements.

Hikari shrugged, "The girls of those sport clubs, doesn't take sports seriously either. I had heard that the Girls Tennis Club just do joined to see you guys, using 'Studying your styles' as an excuse. They hardly play tennis."

Jackal winced, "That's true. They always scream around, and cheer for us, too loudly, it's really disturbing and annoying," He shuddered. "Here's court B, see Niou anywhere?"

Hikari scanned around the court, hoping to glimpse a certain face. She sighed, feeling disappointed, and shook her head. "No, he's not here. Is he late?"

Jackal rolled his eyes, "If he is, Sanada-fukubuchou going to punish him for being late again. Last time it was 60 laps around the courts. Ah, there's Yagyuu, why don't you give it to him? He's Niou's partner in doubles." He pointed at a purple haired boy, wearing glasses, approaching them.

"Hello, Jackal-san, Hikari-san," Yagyuu spoke in his ever polite tone, "I heard you mention my name. Do you need something?"

"A-ah, yes!" Hikari handed the folded jersey over to him, "Can you please give this to Niou? And can you tell him that I need to tell him something?"

"Of course," Yagyuu replied, taking the jersey gingerly, "I will inform once I see him, and give this back."

"Thank you, Yagyuu-san!" Hikari bowed, and straightened back up.

"You're welcome," Yagyuu replied, and pushed his glasses.

"Were you talking about me? Puri~" Niou popped from behind Yagyuu, and his eyes gleamed mischievously as he peered at Hikari, "Hikari-chan, unusual to see you here."

"You can tell him now," Yagyuu said as he handed Niou his jersey.

"Tell me what?" Niou inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Niou," Hikari spoke, looking straight at Niou in the eyes.

"Yes, my dear?" Niou slung an arm over Hikari's shoulders. Hikari narrowed her eyes in annoyance and gingerly pulled his arm off her shoulders. He blinked in surprise. Yagyuu and Jackal watched the scene, remaining expressionless, though their eyes reflected interest.

"Niou," Hikari repeated, glaring into his eyes determinedly, "Let's break up."

A/N: Hoped you liked it! Thanks for reading, and IF you like, please criticise this story, and point out my mistakes. I know without doubt that my English is horrible == Grammar, spelling, incorrect use(s) of words... BLEHH

But, thanks for reading, I really appreciate. And thank you to those who'll review and/or fav this! I will update this ASAP ^^