Divinity_123
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Well, here I am again. Another OT fic so don't shoot me alright. Now, when you're reading the title, don't kill me because yes, I am aware that it sucks. May change alright? This fic is loosely (I emphasize 'loosely') based on the manga, "The Prince of Tennis". I found it in my closet after four years. I can't believe I didn't read it! Anyways, yeah, it is so don't kill me if it sounds close to the manga. And yes, I didn't copy the character's names but sort of used their personality. Btw, nothing to do with Shattered Pieces so don't get any funny ideas.
And, ftw, *sniffles* I never get reviews here *sniffles again* It'd be greatly appreciated y'know. Crit would be accepted. I'd love your crit *falls on knees* PLZ!!! REVIEW *takes out shotgun* or else *points at reader*
Chapter 1: Bad Luck; Meeting Ryou
She was going to be late.
Sakoura ran down the streets of Rustboro City. She periodically glanced at her blood red watch, tied around her throbbing left wrist. She sighed. She was going to be late.
Her brown hair—braided into two very long pig tails—flew in the wind, her bright green eyes bulging in fear of being late. Her two long legs were put to work though, they wouldn’t move fast enough because of the uncomfortable red dress shoes her grandma made her wear. To male things worse, she was wearing a skirt and it was windy. Just her luck. But, not matter what she did, she was going to be late. Sakoura’s pink shirt was so tight, she could hardly breathe. And, she wore a light white jacket making her sweat so severely, she started to smell. But, she couldn’t stop.
Skyscrapers tore up touching the soft white clouds, Rustboro was not like any town in Hoenn. It was a packed city. People trekked on the sidewalks, cars roared with their loud honking horns through the busy streets and Taillow were doing their usual bustle. Hitting unsuspecting victims with their wastes.
Unfortunately, Sakoura was one of these unsuspecting victims. She felt something on her head and looked up. She reached with her right hand to feel whatever it was and grimaced. Her right hand was now covered in white muck. How worse could this day get? She looked at her watch and she had one minute to get to her destination. It was automatic to her! She was running without thinking. Thinking wasn’t her forte.
Suddenly. . .
WHAM!
She had hit something. To be more specific, someone. She groaned and rubbed her hand with her clean watch hand. The numbers ‘4:31’ were already bleeping on her watch and she mentally kicked her self. She was late. Sakoura looked up and saw a boy who had split orange soda all over his shirt. He had a black tennis racquet shaped bad strapped onto his shoulders and wore a white tennis shirt with red sleeves, black pants and a white cap. His eyes were fair sized and were a unique auburn. Sakoura could tell right away that he had spiky black hair from underneath his cap because there were little black trends of separated hair hanging outside of his white hat. The boy didn’t seem to worry all that much though, he was staring at Sakoura intently.
“I’m sorry. I. . .um. . .I—”
The boy smirked and said, “Watch where you’re going next time.” He got up and rubbed the dirt off his clothes. “Do you know where the Rustboro Square is?” His voice didn’t reveal much. It sounded pretty flat and emotionless.
“You’re going there too! Are you going to—“
“. . .so which way?” he interrupted in his flat tone once more.
Sakoura lowered her head in embarrassment and blushed. The boy merely smirked at the mess on her head. “That way.” Sakoura pointed to the eastern direction and the boy nodded. He left without another word spoken.
Sakoura stared after him and mentally kicked herself. She was never this embarrassed in front of anyone. Though, there was something about the boy that she had just met, that intrigued her. Deciding it wasn’t worth going to the Rustboro Square anymore. She was late and she looked like a smelly bum. She turned around and headed for her grandma’s house.
***
Sakoura was refreshed. She had taken a shower and cleaned herself. She looked at her watch and nodded to herself. The festival at the square wasn’t over yet. “Grandma, I’m going to the square!”
“Again! After you were late!” exclaimed the old woman. She was in another room—the living room—watching the television. “Sakoura, you’re not going to have a role in festival anymore dear, you were late.”
Sakoura rolled her eyes and yelled, “I’m going!” Without waiting for a response, she left the house. “I know I’m not going to have a role in the festival.” she muttered to herself solemnly. She looked at the sky and the sun was making its way down.
***
Many people were laughing and dancing in glee. There were stands everywhere selling various merchandise from food to toys and even souvenirs. It was a true sight to see—many people were having fun. But, Sakoura wasn’t here for fun, she was here to see how the parade was. She was supposed to be part of the parade on a float.
She moved her way through the crowd and gazed at the moving floats. She grimaced and kicked herself mentally again. She could’ve been on the float. She couldn’t handle envy of the other girls on the float and turned around.
Sakoura walked towards the quiet past of the square and her eyes widened. She was right in front of the boy that she had bumped into earlier. Suddenly, something exploded in her mind. She had given him the wrong directions! The square was at the west side of Rustboro not the east!
He was laying on the soft grass on his racquet shaped tennis bag. His white cap almost covered his eye-gripping auburn eyes. He wore that same expressionless smirk; gazing at her dangerously.
“It was my fault! I’m so sorry!” squealed Sakoura kicking herself for failing at something yet again.
“Sure was.” he replied flatly.
“I thought I was pointing to the west where the square was!”
The boy raised his cap so she could see both of his bright auburn eyes. And out of the blue, he announced, “I’m thirsty.”
Sakoura smiled and remembered that she had knocked his orange soda off his hands. She looked at the stain on his shirt and kicked herself mentally. Then, she thought of an idea, she was going to repay him. “I’ll get you one.”
***
Sakoura’s head was bent down in shame. Instead of her treating him to a soda, he had to end up paying because she didn’t have any change for the vending machine. The boy handed her the orange soda and they both sat down on the grass.
“So what’s your name?” asked Sakoura curiously. She was taking little sips remembering not to overdo with the drinking. One time, she drank too much soda at a time, she had the hic-ups for four days.
“Ryou.” he answered flatly. His auburn eyes were covered by his white cap.
“Sakoura.” she said, sticking her hand out, waiting for him to shake her hand. But, he wasn’t paying attention so she merely took her hand back.
The blazing orange orb in the sky was setting revealing a blinding yellowish orange light. Sakoura put a hand in front of her eyes, trying to protect them from the bright rays of the sun. “So,” Sakoura scratched her head trying to strike up a meaningful or interesting conversation, “why are you here?”
Her hopes were shattered, “Why do you want to know?” asked Ryou flatly. His eyes were still hidden by the white cap on his head.
“Oh. . .”
Silence.
“Who are you again?” asked Ryou calmly.
Sakoura sweat-dropped then sighed. He probably didn’t listen when she had announced her name. She opened her mouth to speak, “Sakoura.”
The boy nodded and lifted his cap. He looked up. “Got to go,” he said strapping his racquet shaped knapsack onto his shoulder. “The center’s gonna get packed soon.” He walked off just when the sun went down.
Sakoura slowly got up and gazed after him. She wanted to open her mouth and say something. . . “Ryou!” she called chasing after him.
The boy slowly turned around and saw the brunette girl running for him. He waited for her to get close enough and he asked, “What is it?”
She gazed into his auburn eyes and was at a lost for words, “I. . .uh. . .” She hated these kind of moments. He was looking intently at her, for once actually listening and what she wanted to say was completely wiped from her head. “Uh. . .um. . .”
Still nothing.
“Nothing. . .I have nothing to say. Bye.” she ran off now mentally slapping herself on the face.
Ryou stared after with a confused expression on his face. He shrugged and walked off. He was chuckling while he was shaking his head and muttered something to himself quietly, “Girls.”
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And, ftw, *sniffles* I never get reviews here *sniffles again* It'd be greatly appreciated y'know. Crit would be accepted. I'd love your crit *falls on knees* PLZ!!! REVIEW *takes out shotgun* or else *points at reader*
Chapter 1: Bad Luck; Meeting Ryou
She was going to be late.
Sakoura ran down the streets of Rustboro City. She periodically glanced at her blood red watch, tied around her throbbing left wrist. She sighed. She was going to be late.
Her brown hair—braided into two very long pig tails—flew in the wind, her bright green eyes bulging in fear of being late. Her two long legs were put to work though, they wouldn’t move fast enough because of the uncomfortable red dress shoes her grandma made her wear. To male things worse, she was wearing a skirt and it was windy. Just her luck. But, not matter what she did, she was going to be late. Sakoura’s pink shirt was so tight, she could hardly breathe. And, she wore a light white jacket making her sweat so severely, she started to smell. But, she couldn’t stop.
Skyscrapers tore up touching the soft white clouds, Rustboro was not like any town in Hoenn. It was a packed city. People trekked on the sidewalks, cars roared with their loud honking horns through the busy streets and Taillow were doing their usual bustle. Hitting unsuspecting victims with their wastes.
Unfortunately, Sakoura was one of these unsuspecting victims. She felt something on her head and looked up. She reached with her right hand to feel whatever it was and grimaced. Her right hand was now covered in white muck. How worse could this day get? She looked at her watch and she had one minute to get to her destination. It was automatic to her! She was running without thinking. Thinking wasn’t her forte.
Suddenly. . .
WHAM!
She had hit something. To be more specific, someone. She groaned and rubbed her hand with her clean watch hand. The numbers ‘4:31’ were already bleeping on her watch and she mentally kicked her self. She was late. Sakoura looked up and saw a boy who had split orange soda all over his shirt. He had a black tennis racquet shaped bad strapped onto his shoulders and wore a white tennis shirt with red sleeves, black pants and a white cap. His eyes were fair sized and were a unique auburn. Sakoura could tell right away that he had spiky black hair from underneath his cap because there were little black trends of separated hair hanging outside of his white hat. The boy didn’t seem to worry all that much though, he was staring at Sakoura intently.
“I’m sorry. I. . .um. . .I—”
The boy smirked and said, “Watch where you’re going next time.” He got up and rubbed the dirt off his clothes. “Do you know where the Rustboro Square is?” His voice didn’t reveal much. It sounded pretty flat and emotionless.
“You’re going there too! Are you going to—“
“. . .so which way?” he interrupted in his flat tone once more.
Sakoura lowered her head in embarrassment and blushed. The boy merely smirked at the mess on her head. “That way.” Sakoura pointed to the eastern direction and the boy nodded. He left without another word spoken.
Sakoura stared after him and mentally kicked herself. She was never this embarrassed in front of anyone. Though, there was something about the boy that she had just met, that intrigued her. Deciding it wasn’t worth going to the Rustboro Square anymore. She was late and she looked like a smelly bum. She turned around and headed for her grandma’s house.
***
Sakoura was refreshed. She had taken a shower and cleaned herself. She looked at her watch and nodded to herself. The festival at the square wasn’t over yet. “Grandma, I’m going to the square!”
“Again! After you were late!” exclaimed the old woman. She was in another room—the living room—watching the television. “Sakoura, you’re not going to have a role in festival anymore dear, you were late.”
Sakoura rolled her eyes and yelled, “I’m going!” Without waiting for a response, she left the house. “I know I’m not going to have a role in the festival.” she muttered to herself solemnly. She looked at the sky and the sun was making its way down.
***
Many people were laughing and dancing in glee. There were stands everywhere selling various merchandise from food to toys and even souvenirs. It was a true sight to see—many people were having fun. But, Sakoura wasn’t here for fun, she was here to see how the parade was. She was supposed to be part of the parade on a float.
She moved her way through the crowd and gazed at the moving floats. She grimaced and kicked herself mentally again. She could’ve been on the float. She couldn’t handle envy of the other girls on the float and turned around.
Sakoura walked towards the quiet past of the square and her eyes widened. She was right in front of the boy that she had bumped into earlier. Suddenly, something exploded in her mind. She had given him the wrong directions! The square was at the west side of Rustboro not the east!
He was laying on the soft grass on his racquet shaped tennis bag. His white cap almost covered his eye-gripping auburn eyes. He wore that same expressionless smirk; gazing at her dangerously.
“It was my fault! I’m so sorry!” squealed Sakoura kicking herself for failing at something yet again.
“Sure was.” he replied flatly.
“I thought I was pointing to the west where the square was!”
The boy raised his cap so she could see both of his bright auburn eyes. And out of the blue, he announced, “I’m thirsty.”
Sakoura smiled and remembered that she had knocked his orange soda off his hands. She looked at the stain on his shirt and kicked herself mentally. Then, she thought of an idea, she was going to repay him. “I’ll get you one.”
***
Sakoura’s head was bent down in shame. Instead of her treating him to a soda, he had to end up paying because she didn’t have any change for the vending machine. The boy handed her the orange soda and they both sat down on the grass.
“So what’s your name?” asked Sakoura curiously. She was taking little sips remembering not to overdo with the drinking. One time, she drank too much soda at a time, she had the hic-ups for four days.
“Ryou.” he answered flatly. His auburn eyes were covered by his white cap.
“Sakoura.” she said, sticking her hand out, waiting for him to shake her hand. But, he wasn’t paying attention so she merely took her hand back.
The blazing orange orb in the sky was setting revealing a blinding yellowish orange light. Sakoura put a hand in front of her eyes, trying to protect them from the bright rays of the sun. “So,” Sakoura scratched her head trying to strike up a meaningful or interesting conversation, “why are you here?”
Her hopes were shattered, “Why do you want to know?” asked Ryou flatly. His eyes were still hidden by the white cap on his head.
“Oh. . .”
Silence.
“Who are you again?” asked Ryou calmly.
Sakoura sweat-dropped then sighed. He probably didn’t listen when she had announced her name. She opened her mouth to speak, “Sakoura.”
The boy nodded and lifted his cap. He looked up. “Got to go,” he said strapping his racquet shaped knapsack onto his shoulder. “The center’s gonna get packed soon.” He walked off just when the sun went down.
Sakoura slowly got up and gazed after him. She wanted to open her mouth and say something. . . “Ryou!” she called chasing after him.
The boy slowly turned around and saw the brunette girl running for him. He waited for her to get close enough and he asked, “What is it?”
She gazed into his auburn eyes and was at a lost for words, “I. . .uh. . .” She hated these kind of moments. He was looking intently at her, for once actually listening and what she wanted to say was completely wiped from her head. “Uh. . .um. . .”
Still nothing.
“Nothing. . .I have nothing to say. Bye.” she ran off now mentally slapping herself on the face.
Ryou stared after with a confused expression on his face. He shrugged and walked off. He was chuckling while he was shaking his head and muttered something to himself quietly, “Girls.”
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