Never Ending Promise [002]

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“It’ll be a handicap match. You and Echizen against me, okay?” Momoshiro asked.

“No.” Momoshiro raised his brow at Yamato’s reply. “I don’t play Doubles.”

“Fine then, I’ll play against each of you, one on one,” Momoshiro shrugged. He turned to Ryoma as Yamato exited the court. “Which?”

“Smooth.”

“Which? Smooth?” Katsuo and Kachiro asked, confused at the two vocabularies.

“That’s why I don’t like beginners,” Horio said arrogantly. Holding up his racquet for demonstration, he explained, “Those are terms used to determine who serves first. If the grip faces right side up, it’s called smooth. If it faces down side up, it’s called rough.”

“Too bad, it’s rough,” Momoshiro said. “Well, I’ll let you serve, but I’ll take this court.”

“Momoshiro-senpai, don’t you want to serve first?” Horio asked loudly. “You won the toss.”

“I want to see the Twist Serve right away,” the elder said with his usual grin.

“Momoshiro-senpai, you’re so cool!”

“Call me Momo-chan,” Momoshiro said in a warm voice.

“I can’t call you that!….Can I be the umpire?”

“Go ahead,” Momoshiro shrugged.

Horio eagerly climbed up the ladder and sat on the chair. He cleared his throat and began. “Er…and now, the game between Momoshiro-senpai and Echizen will begin. The referee will be me, Horio, who has two years of tennis experience–”

“Forget about all that and begin the game!” yelled the annoying girl from outside the courts.

Never Ending Promise [01]

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Never-ending Promise Chapter 01

Chapter One: Encounter with the Juniors!

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“What’s this?” Hayato asked, turning the open magazine which lay on Akari’s desk. It was the current month’s Pro Tennis Magazine issue.

“Joint Special. Back to the 80’s. Japan’s Golden Age,” he read out loud. The article had some pictures of a man with long brown hair with a white band of cloth tied around his forehead.

“An article written by Inoue Mamoru.” Akari passed a glance over the article. “Don’t you have to go to class?”

“You do too,” he remarked and they both got ready.

The walk to school was silent, as usual, but both enjoyed the serenity of it. It was dark, but Akari was walking with eyes half-closed. They separated and Akari went to the locker area before going to the classroom.

Almost everyone’s head turned to see who had entered. Lucky enough, there were only few, it being only six fifteen in the morning. The people were intrigued when they saw the new student.

They had enough reason to be, honestly, for Akari’s butt-length straight lavender hair was laid down, going over the sleeves of a gakuran (military-style male uniform) and framing a fine-featured face.

“Is she a he or is he a she?” came across the room as the figure walked to the farthest corner, nearest the window. Even as Akari sat down and retrieved a book form the bag beside the chair, the looks would not stop.

Nobody noticed the lingering smirk on lips hidden behind the pages of a book.

Never Ending Promise [00]

The idea to use banners for different stories is not originally mine. I got it from Jeyna Grace. She has a Tom Riddle x OC story up, as well as her own fiction. Visit her page at jeynagrace.wordpress.com and tell her I said hi 😉

A/N: Ohohoho…Here I am with the (hopefully) final revised chapters…I’m sorry, I got really caught up with other stuff…

For the new readers, welcome. The story hasn’t been told yet and I sure hope you’ll find this interesting enough to keep on reading. Of course, reviews are greatly appreciated (to the point that they’re the ones used for living XD)

To what I would want to call as the “patrons”, welcome back.

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Story Prologue

Never Ending Promise

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A girl was thrown forward, her short lilac hair brushing against her cheeks. Her lips were still bleeding from the punch she had gotten from those bullies. Already in grade school and still the object to beat up. It was always the same. They would get into large groups, corner her and beat her up until she gave them the answers to that day’s homework.

Which she never did.

That was why she always ended up a bloody pulp. What did they take her for, an idiot? Why would she give them her homework? Not because she was a few years younger meant they could do everything they wanted.

The dastards snatched her bag and emptied it out on the ground. A wry smile played upon the girl’s lips when they only found pens, paper and an extra notebook. One of them saw her and kicked her gut hard. She shut her eyes, willing her tear ducts be inactive but failing.

“Where’s your homework?” their apparent leader asked.

Another wry smile accompanied her curt reply. “It’s what’s holding you up.”

After a few more beatings, she had finally outsmarted them by doing all of her homework at school and leaving them all in her locker. Since she was the sole person with knowledge of her locker combination, the bullies had no access to her homework. Not that they were even smart enough to find out what she was doing.

They grunted and kicked her all the more.

“Get away from her!”