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Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama › General
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Adult +
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3
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2,650
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9
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Secret Admirer
Secret Admirer
By: AngelicChaos
Disclaimer: Me don’t own. You don’t sue. ^^
Discussion: What if one of the Seigaku boys was not gay, and what if that Seigaku boy had a crush on you? What would happen? Read and find out. ^^
A/N First off, I understand that most of, if not all the Seigaku guys are gay. But this is a slit AU story where they are not. And beside whom of us do not like the idea of the Seigaku guys being straight and having a crush on us? Me for one, love the idea, and could die a happy girl, if it were ever to be possible. So everyone, hold on to your computer desk, one of your most loved fantasy, is about to come to pass. ^____^
Love Note 1
As you hear your shoes, softy move across the hallways, you start to wonder why you ever took the transfer to Japan in the first place. You may have had a hard time in your old American school, but at lest there you could understand everything people were saying to you, with out having to second guess yourself.
You have been attending Seigaku Jr. High school for nearly three months now, and still haven’t gotten to use to all the rules and regulations. You had already been having a bad day, with you losing your homework, forgetting about a test, and having no uniform clean to wear that day, you were not in a good mood. This is when one of your classmates decided to have some fun with you.
~Flash Back~
A young man in your class had walked up to you and rambled off something you did not understand. When you did nothing but smile at him, everyone in the class began to laugh. You looked around confused, and asked him to repeat what he just said. When he rambled off something else faster than his last statement, you began to get pissed. You stood up from your chair. He was taller than you by just a few inches, but you still manage to look down at him.
“If you are going to tell or ask me something, then you should speak slower, instead of rambling like a coward. Are you afraid that I will understand you, if so, than you should not speak at all. ” You said slowly, making sure ‘he’ could understand ever word ‘you’ said.
Everyone in the class began to mummer between each other. The guy you had been speaking to grew red in the face.
“How dare you speak to me that way. Girls should be seen and not heard.” He than smirked, throwing his arm around your waist pulling you to him.
You stare up at him, surprised by his movement.
“But I will forgive you this time. You are still new, and girls have a harder time learning new things than boys. But do not worry I will teach you everything you need to know.”
Hearing this, you growl at him, which resembles a cat hiss. You grabbed his arm that is wrapped around your waist. With a quick movement, you twist out of his hold and rammed his arm behind his back, throwing his face in the desk, in front of him.
“You will not teach me anything. I may be new, but my grades are better than yours. If anything you should learn from me. Consider this your fist lesson. Speak clearly, stand your ground, and never judge me by my sex. You will only end up red faced.”
About this time the door to the room is thrown open by the teacher, yelling “What is going on?”
~End of Flashback~
As you continue down the hallway heading for your locker, you see your friend, and your sponcers daughter. “Hey, Ryuzabi, you’re out of class early.” You say gaining Ryuzabi’s attention.
“Oh hello _____ (your name). My teacher let me out early to get an early start on practice. Why are you out here? Did you get in trouble again? Ryuzabi asked worriedly.
You look down at your shoes, you face burring in embarrassment. “Yes, but it wasn’t my fault. A guy was insulting me, or at least I think he was. Then when I called him on it, he hit on me.” You mumble.
“Hit on you?” Asked Ryuzabi, not understanding the term.
“Yes, he ….how do you say…sexual harassment.” You try to explain.
“oh….OOOH!” Ryuzabi’s eyes widen with understanding.
“Yeah, so I had no other chose but to teach him a lesson.” You state.
“What did you do?” asked Ryuzabi.
“I twisted his arm behind his back and slammed his head into a desk.” You answer proudly.
Ryuzabi gaps. “Oh my…”
About that time Tomoka comes running up to Ryuzabi. Ryuzabi turns to her friend and smiles.
“Hello, Tomoka.” She greats.
You turn to your locker, and open it to retrieve your stuff. You give a gasp, when a plan white envelope falls form your locker. You look at it in confusion, and Ryuzabi and Tomoka turn to see what you were gasping at. You bend over picking it up, and look at, dumbly. Ryuzabi and Tomoka look over your shoulder trying to get a better look.
“What is it ______?” ask Ryuzabi.
“I don’t know, give me some room to open it and I will find out.” You say, giving each of them looks to back off some.
They take your warning and back off. You open the envelope, and pull out the small, white, folded piece of paper. You unfold it, and began to read. Ryuzabi and Tomoka move closer to read it over your shoulder. You don’t take notice, you’re to involved its contents.
Dearest ______ (your name),
I hope this note finds you well. I saw your brilliant display of your fiery sprit this morning. Not many can take on people stronger than them, and win. I am very impressed
It gave me the courage to write this letter to you. I wanted to tell you that I like you very much, and have for a long time. But it would seem that you do not even now who I am. Which saddens me greatly. So I propose a challenge. If you would like to find out who I am, and are interested in learning more abut me. Then play this little game with me. I will give you 3 notes with 3 clues. Each clue you receive will teach you more about me, and lead you to me. Now you do not have to play if you do not wish. If that is so, then throw this letter way, and you will never hear form me again. It is your choice. Now for the fist clue…
‘Mine and your colors are the same, as your native subject.’
I hope you decided to play and good luck.
Tomoka pulls back, giving a high pitch squeal. “AWWWW that is sooo cool. You got a love note. I am sooo jealous.”
You don’t seem to hear this, since you are staring out into space. Your trying to comprehend what you just read, when you suddenly yell out in English. “What kind of clue is that?!”
TBC…?
A/N Well if you made it this far, I guess you read the chap. So what do you think? Should I keep going or just stop the story where it stands. This is just a test chap, to see what people think. So R/R and tell me. Or this story stops here. I know it not really rated R but this was the only site I could find to post this fic, with out it getting kicked off, so I hope you like it and will ask my to contule it, if not well….I’ll just have to though it away, well anyways, I hope you like it. Ja ne, for now.
By: AngelicChaos
Disclaimer: Me don’t own. You don’t sue. ^^
Discussion: What if one of the Seigaku boys was not gay, and what if that Seigaku boy had a crush on you? What would happen? Read and find out. ^^
A/N First off, I understand that most of, if not all the Seigaku guys are gay. But this is a slit AU story where they are not. And beside whom of us do not like the idea of the Seigaku guys being straight and having a crush on us? Me for one, love the idea, and could die a happy girl, if it were ever to be possible. So everyone, hold on to your computer desk, one of your most loved fantasy, is about to come to pass. ^____^
Love Note 1
As you hear your shoes, softy move across the hallways, you start to wonder why you ever took the transfer to Japan in the first place. You may have had a hard time in your old American school, but at lest there you could understand everything people were saying to you, with out having to second guess yourself.
You have been attending Seigaku Jr. High school for nearly three months now, and still haven’t gotten to use to all the rules and regulations. You had already been having a bad day, with you losing your homework, forgetting about a test, and having no uniform clean to wear that day, you were not in a good mood. This is when one of your classmates decided to have some fun with you.
~Flash Back~
A young man in your class had walked up to you and rambled off something you did not understand. When you did nothing but smile at him, everyone in the class began to laugh. You looked around confused, and asked him to repeat what he just said. When he rambled off something else faster than his last statement, you began to get pissed. You stood up from your chair. He was taller than you by just a few inches, but you still manage to look down at him.
“If you are going to tell or ask me something, then you should speak slower, instead of rambling like a coward. Are you afraid that I will understand you, if so, than you should not speak at all. ” You said slowly, making sure ‘he’ could understand ever word ‘you’ said.
Everyone in the class began to mummer between each other. The guy you had been speaking to grew red in the face.
“How dare you speak to me that way. Girls should be seen and not heard.” He than smirked, throwing his arm around your waist pulling you to him.
You stare up at him, surprised by his movement.
“But I will forgive you this time. You are still new, and girls have a harder time learning new things than boys. But do not worry I will teach you everything you need to know.”
Hearing this, you growl at him, which resembles a cat hiss. You grabbed his arm that is wrapped around your waist. With a quick movement, you twist out of his hold and rammed his arm behind his back, throwing his face in the desk, in front of him.
“You will not teach me anything. I may be new, but my grades are better than yours. If anything you should learn from me. Consider this your fist lesson. Speak clearly, stand your ground, and never judge me by my sex. You will only end up red faced.”
About this time the door to the room is thrown open by the teacher, yelling “What is going on?”
~End of Flashback~
As you continue down the hallway heading for your locker, you see your friend, and your sponcers daughter. “Hey, Ryuzabi, you’re out of class early.” You say gaining Ryuzabi’s attention.
“Oh hello _____ (your name). My teacher let me out early to get an early start on practice. Why are you out here? Did you get in trouble again? Ryuzabi asked worriedly.
You look down at your shoes, you face burring in embarrassment. “Yes, but it wasn’t my fault. A guy was insulting me, or at least I think he was. Then when I called him on it, he hit on me.” You mumble.
“Hit on you?” Asked Ryuzabi, not understanding the term.
“Yes, he ….how do you say…sexual harassment.” You try to explain.
“oh….OOOH!” Ryuzabi’s eyes widen with understanding.
“Yeah, so I had no other chose but to teach him a lesson.” You state.
“What did you do?” asked Ryuzabi.
“I twisted his arm behind his back and slammed his head into a desk.” You answer proudly.
Ryuzabi gaps. “Oh my…”
About that time Tomoka comes running up to Ryuzabi. Ryuzabi turns to her friend and smiles.
“Hello, Tomoka.” She greats.
You turn to your locker, and open it to retrieve your stuff. You give a gasp, when a plan white envelope falls form your locker. You look at it in confusion, and Ryuzabi and Tomoka turn to see what you were gasping at. You bend over picking it up, and look at, dumbly. Ryuzabi and Tomoka look over your shoulder trying to get a better look.
“What is it ______?” ask Ryuzabi.
“I don’t know, give me some room to open it and I will find out.” You say, giving each of them looks to back off some.
They take your warning and back off. You open the envelope, and pull out the small, white, folded piece of paper. You unfold it, and began to read. Ryuzabi and Tomoka move closer to read it over your shoulder. You don’t take notice, you’re to involved its contents.
Dearest ______ (your name),
I hope this note finds you well. I saw your brilliant display of your fiery sprit this morning. Not many can take on people stronger than them, and win. I am very impressed
It gave me the courage to write this letter to you. I wanted to tell you that I like you very much, and have for a long time. But it would seem that you do not even now who I am. Which saddens me greatly. So I propose a challenge. If you would like to find out who I am, and are interested in learning more abut me. Then play this little game with me. I will give you 3 notes with 3 clues. Each clue you receive will teach you more about me, and lead you to me. Now you do not have to play if you do not wish. If that is so, then throw this letter way, and you will never hear form me again. It is your choice. Now for the fist clue…
‘Mine and your colors are the same, as your native subject.’
I hope you decided to play and good luck.
Tomoka pulls back, giving a high pitch squeal. “AWWWW that is sooo cool. You got a love note. I am sooo jealous.”
You don’t seem to hear this, since you are staring out into space. Your trying to comprehend what you just read, when you suddenly yell out in English. “What kind of clue is that?!”
TBC…?
A/N Well if you made it this far, I guess you read the chap. So what do you think? Should I keep going or just stop the story where it stands. This is just a test chap, to see what people think. So R/R and tell me. Or this story stops here. I know it not really rated R but this was the only site I could find to post this fic, with out it getting kicked off, so I hope you like it and will ask my to contule it, if not well….I’ll just have to though it away, well anyways, I hope you like it. Ja ne, for now.