Of Tennis and Ice Prince

This is a Tokugawa KazuyaXOC story.sweetchill strongly encouraged for me to write a TokugawaxOC fic as she (I'm guessing) reviewed some of my stories. Thanks, and I was planning to write one, so here it is! :)

I do not own PoT but I own my OC

Chapter 1: A Bit of a Change

'Thoughts, non-speech, flashback'

"I just want to play tennis. Please, please, pleaaaase can you somehow get me in, ji-chan?" A girl with dark navy hair and greyish eyes bothered her uncle.

"I said NO, Sora, for the fifth time already." A man with long hair and ridiculously tall and slender physique answered, rubbing his temple in hope to alleviate the headache this girl's whining was giving him.

"But, but… I promise I won't get busted! Uncle I'm not going to give up until you say yes!" She said, almost shouting. The man groaned, continuing to rub his temple a few times.

"Alright, alright." He finally gave up and said.

"YESSS!" She clenched her fists, rejoicing the victory over a much long argument.

"This is only because you're capable, okay? Don't you go on telling this to other girls."

"Of course not! Thanks Itaru-ji-chan! You're the best!" She gave him a tight hug. "So, when can I go?"

"Well, that depends… but I'm sure you can attend starting tomorrow since the new participants are coming. But I can't make a promise if you can stay or not, honey. The camp has its own rules."

"Huh? Do they drop people out?" She blinked.

"You'll know when you get there." He said. "It might be rigorous, I tell you."

"I understand." She said, nodding vigorously. "Oh! And a secret from mom okay?"

"Don't worry, I got you."

"Cool! Then I'll see you tomorrow morning!" She said and dashed out of his office. Saitou Itaru sighed but soon chuckled, amused by the girl's enthusiasm.

"Good luck, you'll need it." He mumbled.

Shiroki Sora was a high school first year who was into tennis more than any other girls of her generation. Behind her rather feminine facial features she was easy-going and boyish.

"Alright, I just gotta… cut my hair…" She said as she snipped her hair with a pair of scissors. "Darn, it's not working." She mumbled as she tried to look at the back of her head which terribly failed.

She dialed her best friend's number and called her over to her house.

"Yui, could you cut my hair in the back?" She grinned and said as she opened the door to greet her friend.

"Wh-Wha-What happened to your hair?" She freaked out, pointing at her hair with shaking hands in horror.

"I can explain. Let's go to my room first." She said. The two went into her room and Yui yelped as she saw a pile of hair on the floor.

"OH NO! YOUR HAIR!" She cried out. "WHY!?"

"I begged Itaru-jichan to get me into U-17 tennis camp!" She put up a peace sign and said, laughing.

"And why do you need to cut your hair for that?"

"It's an all-boys camp." She simply stated.

"IT'S WHAT!?"

"So~ I need you to finish cutting my hair on the back!"

"But—it's an all-boys camp! All-boys camp!" She put an emphasis on all boys.

"Yeah. That's why I'm sneaking in. Hehe. It's pretty exciting, I tell you."

"What if you're found out!"

"I'll try to figure out when it comes to it." She said rather carefreely. "Just trim my hair, please." She handed her the scissors and said, turning back for her to finish cutting the long strand at the back. With trembling hands Yui snipped her hair little by little; after a while, her hair fell only at a neck-length.

"I liked your hair…" Yui frowned, looking at a pile of hair.

"Dude, it grows out, don't worry." She pat her friend on the back and said.

"How long are you staying? Don't tell me you're staying there until the end of summer."

"Hm. Uh…" She pondered—then drew blank. "Actually, I don't know. Maybe you're right? Ahahaha." She scratched her head smugly. "Or maybe until I'm found out?"

Yui face-palmed at this. She was sometimes too easy-going and even clueless.

"Well no worries! As long as I can get some challenge in tennis I'm fine!" She exclaimed.

"How far do you plan on getting better? You're already the top for girls in this area. Maybe even the nation."

"Yeah, but girls aren't fun to play when they're our age. They don't practice, they don't care… it's more challenging playing guys." She scoffed. "Anyways, I plan on finding challenge. I hope people there are good."

"Whatever you say…"

The Day After—

"I'm off to the new world~!" She exclaimed as Saitou opened a trunk to his car, putting her luggage inside.

"Alright, get in young boy."

Saitou stepped on the pedal and started driving.

"I'm excited!"

"It's a bit too early, Sora." He said, glancing a little. "Wait until you get there."

"Okay…?"

"Anyways, did you have to cut your hair that short…? I loved your hair, it was beautiful…!" He sniffed a little and said.

"If I wear a wig I'll be busted quickly. I don't wanna risk that." She said.

They drove up a mountain—it was a sunny summer day in Tokyo. After driving along a squiggly road up the mountain they reached a black steel gate. There were surveillance cameras too.

"Holy cow…!" She marveled at things of such high-tech in the middle of nowhere.

After a few seconds the gate clunked open and revealed a fancy road. They drove more until the buildings were visible; as Sora looked out the window she spotted many boys around her age either dressed in the red, white and black jerseys that said "JAPAN" on the back.

Saitou parked his car and the two stepped out. She flung the bag around her shoulder, holding another bag in her hand.

"New comers, please gather at the center court! Again, new comers, please gather at the center court!" A speaker announced throughout the lot. Those who didn't have U-17 jerseys headed towards the central court.

"Alright, I'll go too ji-chan!" She waved as she ran towards the crowd.

"Good luck!" He waved back; as much as he believed in her, he was still worried.

Sora kept thinking about last night when she practiced speaking, acting, and making her sound like a guy. And even walking like one.

"Ooh!" She exclaimed as she wrapped a long bandage around her chest, making it flat.

"Wow, it really does make it flat. Man, you're seriously like an ironing board." Yui laughed and said.

"Well, do I look like a guy?" She changed the tone of her voice a little lower and asked.

"Pfft, yeah. You sound like a feminine guy with no growth spurt." She stifled her laugh and replied.

"As long as I resemble a guy it's fine."

"Damn, this place is huge…" She mumbled as she looked around the courts.

"All new comers, please stand in a single file line by the bleachers, facing the courts." The speaker spoke again and the crowd started to get in a line. There weren't many participants; maybe about 30 to 40 or so. She stood at the very end, next to a pretty tall guy with dark navy blue hair like hers. He seemed pretty mean.

Then the ones already with their white jerseys stood in a single file line, facing the new comers.

As soon as the line was organized, the speaker announced again:

"Please look straight towards the other line." When Sora did look, she saw a tall guy with blonde hair and headband around his head.

"Choose a player that you would like to have a match with; you have to choose one from the opposite group. This will be a singles match."

As it announced everyone walked around to find a person to play with.

"Hey, that guy looks weak." They whispered as they found an easy target.

'Definitely that guy with the beard.'Sora thought as he rushed towards that guy.

"Oh no." Saitou mumbled as he saw Sora through the surveillance camera. She was walking towards Byoudouin Houou, number one of the facility. "I get you're adventurous Sora, but…!"

"Hou… your little girl's got some guts." Kurobe Yukio, the strategic coach, said in amusement.

"Sometimes it gets the better of her." He groaned.

"Hi, I'm—Hm?" She noticed that she and the mean-looking guy next to her were facing the same person as she was about to introduce herself to the bearded dude.

"I came first." He said.

"What? I came before you!" She exclaimed. "I'm going to play this guy, so back off." She scowled.

"You can go find someone else." He curtly stated with his attention only on the bearded guy.

"Youcan go find someone else. I'm playing this guy right here." She said. She looked around to find someone without an opponent—none. They looked at each other and glared; he was not backing down. Neither was she.

"Byoudouin-kun, you're playing both of them. Is that alright?" The speaker announced.

"You bet." the bearded guy answered.

'So his name was Byoudouin,' Sora thought. 'Weird ass name.'She snickered inside. 'Anyways, I hope he's good at tennis.'

"Play me first." The boy next to her said.

"I'm okay with it as long as you don't tire him out." She smirked. Then she turned to Byoudouin. "Or, mister, beat him fast and play me. You look like the big shot." She said. Byoudouin burst out laughing.

"Cheeky, cheeky. Don't worry, kiddo."

"Then, everyone, please get to whichever court is empty. If you don't have a court, then please wait for the match to end. Report your scores after the match, and do not leave until everyone is done."

"I'm Byoudouin Houou, high school 2nd year. So, what's your name?" He asked Sora.

"Shiroki Sora, high school 1st year. Nice to meet you, Byoudouin-san."

"Tokugawa Kazuya, 1st year." He just answered curtly.

"Not much talk, I see. Well, let's get to the court." He walked to the court directly behind him which no one took.

'Heh… he must have some power.'Sora thought. The match started immediately; those two were good. However, the Tokugawa guy was crushed within 20 minutes with a score of 6-1. And what's more, he didn't even break a sweat; Sora felt fired up.

She grabbed her racquet and walked onto the court while Tokugawa walked back to the bench.

"Scared, kiddo?" He said, towering over her.

"Not at all. You know, people like you are my step stones." She said, smiling confidently.

"Hou… cheeky indeed. Show me what you got." He tossed the ball for her to serve first.

'I'll definitely improve in this camp!'