Author: Kyandi-Akatensei PM
Higarashi Hikari is Seigaku's Silver Siren and the source of a lot of tension between teams. She reads people like books and has insight to rival the best, but despite that she's blind to the tension around her. What's more is she's becoming a constant headache for her dear captain, Tezuka. Not everything is what it seems...at least not with Hikari.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Seigaku - Chapters: 96 - Words: 240,275 - Reviews: 256 - Favs: 98 - Follows: 95 - Updated: 02-27-13 - Published: 07-13-11 - id: 7176296
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There's a new first year at Seigaku, playing for one of the regular spots on the boys' tennis team, but this player is clothed in mystery. No one even knows the kid's given name. When the ranking matches before the Metro Tournament are over leaving both Inui and Momo without regular spots, they find that this new player has one big secret for them that has all of them questioning what the world at Seigaku, has come to.
(A/N): "" = talking
Be warned as the chapters go on, my OC is going to become a big smart aleck
Disclaimer: I do not (though I wish I did) own Prince of Tennis. *La sigh*
Chapter 1 Pitch Black on White
"Hey Tezuka did you hear?" Tezuka Kunimitsu looked at his vice captain. "The coach is bringing in someone new for the ranking matches. Apparently the kid's another first year from Russia." Oishi told him. Tezuka stood up straight from his bag. "A first year from Russia?" he asked. Oishi nodded. "Hey look it's the new kid!" Eiji called from Oishi's other side. All of the members of the boys' tennis club looked up as Coach Ryuzaki led a young boy out onto the courts. The kid wasn't too tall, standing just a little taller then Ryoma, but was extremely thin with long legs. What drew so much attention to the kid was that where his tennis bag and the racquet that was sticking out of the back of his belt, were solid black, even the strings of the racquet, the boy was pure white.
The bangs that poked out from under the white cap on his head were as white as freshly fallen snow. The eyebrows that arched over the sunglasses he wore were equally white. Even the boy's clothes, a pair of tennis shorts with sliders under them, a jersey, and sneakers, were all white. The only color to the boy was the ivory tan of his skin and the name Higarashi in big, bold, silver letters across the back of his jersey. Then there were bandages wrapping their way up his left leg and his left hand, vanishing under the cuff of his jersey.
The boy listened to the coach nodding once or twice before Ryuzaki led him towards the table where Oishi and Tezuka stood. They were signing in the members who were playing in the ranking matches. "Tezuka, Oishi this is Higarashi." Ryuzaki said laying a hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy bowed his head to the two older boys. "Sign Higarashi up for racket D." Oishi nodded adding the boys family name as Ryuzaki walked off leaving the boy with Tezuka and Oishi. "Umm…what's your full name?" Oishi asked the boy. The boy's head turned to him as he looked at the vice-captain. Then he turned and walked off his hands in his pockets. "I guess I just put his family name." Oishi said watching the boy walk away.
Tezuka watched the boy as he walked off. He couldn't help noticing that the boy was very girlish in appearance. Even more so then Fuji was. But like with Fuji, appearance didn't mean a thing. If Ryuzaki was suggesting the boy then, just like with Ryoma, the boys had to have some talent, but to what extent did that talent go? "Oishi." Oishi looked up. "Yes?" Oishi asked. "Who does he play first?" Tezuka asked. Oishi looked at the bracket. "Arai." Tezuka said not another word but walked off. "Tezuka, is something wrong? Tezuka!" Oishi called after his friend, but Tezuka didn't answer.
Oishi watched him walked away. "I wonder what's up with him." Oishi said more to himself then to the boy who had walked up behind him. "He's probably just thinking about the new boy." Oishi jumped and turned to find Fuji behind him. "Oh, Fuji, it's you." Fuji gave Oishi his usual smile. "I don't know. Whatever it is, he's certainly deep in thought." Oishi said. Fuji turned, turning his eyes to where the boy, Higarashi, stood watching the court where a warm up match between Arai and one of the other second years, was being played. "I don't know about Tezuka, but I can't wait to see the little guy play." Fuji said with a grin. Oishi looked at his friend and silent, edged a little away.