Simply Destiny [03]

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 😉

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A/N: Okay, we’re back! Though it has been a long time since we last updated…Unfortunately, our ultimatum was not reached (sob) but…I can’t help it…I just have to post this one!

Hinataluv: Whee! You’re here again! Thanks for reviewing and I do hope you’ll like this…

Sakuni: mamMie!!! Read this, and then tell me what you think (grin)

That goes for everyone as well. I really do hope that you’ll like it and LAUGH J Demanding aren’t I? Oh by the way, Never Ending Promise won’t be updated in a while…Though I’m already halfway through, and am starting what may be a sequel AND a prequel, the computer’s busted and so is the internet. So just a little patience, next time I update that, it’ll be five chapters longer (wide grin)…As long as Sakuni doesn’t keep on snatching my notebook away from me…

Rea: …What’ll I say?

Uhh…For the first time, she’s at a loss for words. O.O

Rea: I’m so sad…About…the reviews…I don’t feel like…continuing…

….

Rea: BUT…

Oh man…

Rea: …I like slave driving…

O.O

Rea: Especially crizarah

What the…?! SOMEBODY SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Rea: mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa

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(Regulars’ POV)

“Ryuzaki-sensei!”

We turned over to look at the venue which we were all trying so hard not to look at and found…

“I think Mitsu-chan is dead!”

…Tezuka lying on the ground, a large, ugly bruise on his forehead and half of the clipboard he once held beside him. The other one…was in the new manager’s hands.

“It wasn’t my fault, it’s his,” she said in a singsong voice while pointing at a seemingly dead Tezuka.

Everyone was in shock – complete and utter shock – at what had transpired.

“Ryu-za-ki-sen-sei…” Her voice was still the same she used earlier. “If he’s really dead, could you hurry and call the medics? I don’t want others to see the result of my crime – err, his suicide attempt.” Now she was smiling a smile that was not unlike Fuji’s – very sadistic while pretending to be innocent.

Half of the club fainted.

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The Regulars were following Tezuka home. Why? Because he was going home…with the new manager.

“What’s Tezuka doing?” Oishi fretted. “He’s going to ruin his life by…!!”

“Calm down, fuku-buchou,” Momoshiro said coolly. “I’m sure they won’t do that.”

Oishi stopped, causing the others to bump into him. “Do what?”

“What you had in mind,” Fuji said with his usual (sadistic) smile. “Saa, let’s keep quiet or they’re bound to notice us.”

“How did I end up going along with this stupidity anyway?” the freshman prodigy complained.

Simply Destiny [02]

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 😀

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crizarah: Ohayo minna-san! I’m back and updating…per Rea’s request… (Keep this a secret: I’m being held hostage in their house right now…somebody, help!) This is the continuation of Chapter One. Most of you would call it Chapter Two, but noooo, Rea wants to call it Chapter 1.2…

Rea: Any problems with that? (crizarah hastily shakes head) Meh, it’s kind of boring and sad to write a fic that so few people give reviews to. Poor me…

crizarah: What do you mean you??

Rea: To those who’ve already read this fanfic, I take flames –

crizarah: At least we have one thing we agree upon…But…She’s going to blame it on me -.-;;

Rea: (pushing crizarah aside) – but I loooooooveeee reviews, especially the positive ones.

crizarah: It’s called: “constructive criticism”

Both: Special thanks to Kouyan, the only one who has reviewed so far that we aren’t affiliated to personally, for doing so. Thanks so much! Anyway, ON WITH THE STORY!

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I approached the small group of Regulars, just in time to see him shrugging off his senpai-tachi. I skimmed my hand over his shoulders and, making sure to use a positively lower, silkier and effeminate voice, said, “Saa, that hurts…Could it be that you’ve forgotten the name…”

Fighting not to burst out laughing and spoil the whole thing, I bent nearer to his ear. “Ha-nnah Su-no-“

I was rudely interrupted by his gasping. His head turned sharply into my direction and very nearly hit me. “Hannah…?”

I burst out laughing. “Mwahahahah!! I got ya there, didn’t I?”

His golden orbs narrowed suspiciously. “Why are you here?”

I sobered up. “Strictly confidential.” Ten seconds later, I was laughing again – but this time, with him; or rather, I was laughing and he was…sweatdropp-ing.

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(Regulars’ POV)

What the heck are they talking about??

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(Hannah’s POV)

It was a long time before I could stop myself and talk without breaking out into another fit of laughter. By that time, I was sure a lot of people were puzzled by our actions and words. Ah well, who cares?

Apparently, somebody does because I was given a whack on the head by…

“Buchou?!”

The Regulars gawked at their captain, while the aforementioned just coughed and dusted himself off discreetly. Turning back to me he said, “That will be the end of it.”

My smile got deteriorated one notch and I got busy racking my brains out with thoughts that would have shamed light at the speed they were flowing in and out of it.

How come Ryoma didn’t recognize me and he did? Was there a flaw I didn’t notice?

While I turned into chibi form, my arms flailing around wildly, the rest were busy with their own conversations.

(Regulars’ POV)

Tezuka…whacked a girl?! Unbelievable! He wouldn’t even do that to us! He hasn’t done that to anybody yet, or at least as far as we’ve known him…Is he going through some phase? As his best friend and the fuku-buchou, should I help out? Maybe I should…I’ll talk to him…I should… – (Guess who)

What is up with this girl? The two most stoic people on this team are affected…I should get more data on her…It would be good to have much information on her… -(Again, guess who)

Buchou…? I’d have traded my bandana first before believing that he would be capable of doing that to a girl… – (Pssshhh…)

(Hannah’s POV)

I froze in midair, still in my chibi form, when I noticed something: everyone was looking at me. “Eh? Nani?”

Tezuka was burying his face in his palm, sighing in resignation. “…Hannah…Near the locker room. Now.”

I stuck my tongue out. “Hai, hai…”

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At the locker room…

Not inside the locker room, you pervs!

“Doushite?” I asked nonchalantly. “What’s this tété a tété all about?”

Whapack! “Do. Not. Trouble. Or. Distract. The. Minds. Of. Our. Players.” He handed me the clipboard he whacked me with. “Sorry.”

I brightened up. “Am I supposed to hit back?”

I was rewarded with another hit on the head.

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(Regulars’ POV)

We were appalled to see that Tezuka had hit the new manager – again, and twice. What’s next? She’d hit him back? Nobody in their right mind would do that.

…

Spoke too soon.

Simply Destiny [01]

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 😉

As copy-pasted from fanfiction.net

Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply.

Summary: Hannah Sonozaki is a transfer student from Italy. In her stay in Seigaku, she becomes the temporary manager of the Boys’ Tennis Club, and something more. Little did they know that she has certain connections to a certain buchou…

Author’s Note: This story isn’t mine. It’s Rea Ysabelle’s. I’m just writing it for her, but the plot is co-written with me. And she…is now behind me. 🙂 Oh, and keep in mind that I’m currently working on other fics so I won’t be updating as much…That is added to the fact that our computer is broken (damn thing…)

…Rea!! Let me work!…

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(Hannah’s POV)

Seishun Gakuen…better than Hyotei?

Hnh, I guess it’ll do. No, scratch that; it’ll have to do. Don’t ask me why, I’m not in the mood to answer such questions.

Flicking imaginary dust from the collar of my shirt, I walked languidly through the corridors. Through the wide windows, I could see several students going about their clubs’ activities. My gaze lingered for a moment at the grassy tennis courts before resuming their scrutiny of the area.

‘It doesn’t seem bad,’ I thought with a shrug and made my way to the principal’s office. I was only half-listening to what he was saying when I got there; I was paying more attention to the pink sweat suit-clad woman beside him. “Ishikawa Hiroyuki-san, can I go with Ryuzaki-sensei now?”

The woman’s lips quirked. “Cocky as ever, eh, Hannah?”

“I have the right to be,” I smirked, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Suddenly, a grin spread on my face and I held up a peace sign. “Just kidding.”

She sweatdropped. ‘And still as unpredictable as ever…’