Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis or any of it's characters.

Chapter one: Repulsed

Within Japan was a school named Hyotei. Hyotei has and always will be a school for the elite. Whether wealthy or academically advance, or both, only those with superb talents made it into this school.
Within this school was Atobe Keigo, son of one of the richest families in Japan, and the peak of most girls' interests. Girls fawning over Atobe were a daily occurrence; even his maids went the extra mile to make him happy.

Then there was Fujishima Hikari. Like Atobe she was born into a wealthy family, and she also went to Hyotei. Although, unlike most rich people Hikari wasn't too bothered about her money, or about social status, or going to a high-class school. Horses, she found were more than enough. Obviously, having money was rather helpful when owning several horses. Yet, there was one thing Hikari didn't know of; romance.

"Hikari-chan, hurry up or you'll miss the best bit!" A high pitch girl squealed. Hikari sighed, shoving her dark brown hair into a loose ponytail.
"Why do we have to watch this? It's just tennis." Hikari sighed, annoyed at her friends obsession with Atobe Keigo. However, the majority of the school's female population had an obsession with him, so it was 'common.'
Hikari was about to enter, but dropped her lunch on the floor. She was going to pick it up, when someone did it for her. Looking up, Hikari saw Atobe Keigo, grinning somewhat.
"Thank you." Hikari decide that using mannerisms would be a good idea, unless she wanted the entire female population to hate her guts.

"Ore-sama's time is precious Neko-chan, you should be much more thankful." Atobe looked that at Hikari's green eyes, rather confused. Why wasn't this girl blushing at mad? Why did she look like she wanted to punch him in the face?
"I already said thank you, why should I be more thankful? And who the hell are you calling 'neko-chan'? My name is Fujishima Hikari, not 'neko-chan.' Atobe-san, I'm really thankful for you helping me out, but being more thankful would be pointless." Hikari tried to hold her rage within her, although she felt that pent up anger would explode at any moment. She sighed, frustrated. Atobe looked even more annoyed at the '-san' honorific she used after his name.

"Hikari-chan, hurry up! You'll be l-"Her friend stopped mid-sentence, shocked at why Atobe Keigo was stood in front of them.
"Yeah Mizuki-chan I'll be right there. Atobe-san was nice enough to help pick up my books, like a gentleman." Hikari smiled, quite proud of her skill with words. Mizuki went bright red, imaging her Atobe-sama acting noble.

Hikari walked off smiling. "Atobe-san, good luck with your matches, I hope they're fun to watch!" Hikari sounded rather sarcastic, annoying both Mizuki and Atobe simultaneously. Atobe then had no choice but to leave, as he had to sign in. Hikari and Mizuki also went to the spectators seats, which were far away, as many fangirls had already taken their places. Atobe was playing last, like always.

The matches dragged on, until it was Atobe's turn to shine. The crowd cheered the Hyotei chant, although Hikari thought it would be better to save her voice for other things. Mizuki, on the other hand was yelling the chant at the top of her voice.

About two hours later, it had finished. Everyone cheered at Hyotei's victory, and Hikari smiled at Mizuki's reaction- she looked like she was going to cry with happiness. Hikari didn't mind watching tennis matches; they were quite interesting, although the fangirls reactions were more entertaining. Any injury would result in girls crying, and the boys cheering louder than ever. Everything they did was seen. After all, they were loved by the crowd.
Atobe was especially skilled at controlling the crowd; just a click of his finger then there would be silence. They were similar to well trained puppies.

As everyone left, Hikari and Mizuki went on their way also.
"Mizuki-chan, want to get something to eat?" Hikari smiled, yet her stomach was screaming for some food. Mizuki nodded, ready to eat some food.

Surprisingly, they didn't go to some immaculate 5 star restaurant, or a private chef. Instead, they went to WcDonalds. WcDonalds was a place for 'commoners' like Mizuki. Mizuki was an honor student, making her school life easy- yet lonely.

"What do you want to get?" Mizuki asked. Hikari wondered for a while, but decide on 'the usual.'
"I think I'll get a hamburger." Hikari smiled, although she was feeling queasy- she needed food.
"Okay, it's on me so get some seats." Mizuki grinned, she always seemed happy being able to pay for something. Hikari nodded, knowing that she'd pay her back.

They sat down with their food, their stomachs starved. "I'm so jealous of you; Atobe-sama helped you out." Mizuki looked at Hikari who wasn't smiling or anything alike, just eating.
"Is that really a big deal to you? I dropped something and he picked it up- he even had the nerve to say I that I should be more grateful. He's annoying; I really don't know what you see in him." Hikari smiled, trying to ease the mood. Mizuki looked down at her food, frowning. She then picked up her food and left. Hikari sighed; after all she had just offended her friend- again. Although, following her would be pointless. 'Mizuki-chan, don't let your emotions be toyed with by Atobe Keigo.' Hikari thought to herself, her thought sincere.

The next day…

Hikari woke up to see the usual, people waiting. They'd have to wait forever if they wanted her to ask for something.
"Good morning, Fujishima-sama." They all bowed courteously, like every morning.
"Morning, please just call me Hikari-chan, or Fujishima-san. There's no need for the '-sama'" Hikari hated mornings. She got dressed in her riding equipment, annoyed.

"Is everything ready?" Hikari asked, smiling. They all nodded, making her smile even more genuine.

Meanwhile…

"Atobe-sama, is there something bothering you?" One of the maids asked, rather concerned. Atobe sat up from his bed, still in a foul mood.
"Find out about the Fujishima family, and specifically their daughter. Ore-sama thinks that neko-chan should learn her place." The maid nodded, leaving to follow Atobe's orders.

Hikari had a lot trouble ahead of her- the 'king of Hyotei' was about to make her learn her place.