Five rackets and a hood (A Prince of Tennis FanFic)

Chapter 3: Disorders

Okay guys. It seems like my stories are coming out too slow, well it's because I'm just not getting the muse I need. I really need all of my fans out there to PM me ideas for any of my books! I beg of you!

This chapter goes out to HannahAill who gave me muse to write this chapter with her own Prince of tennis fanfic, Deafening Silence. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED FOR YOU OTAKUS OUT THERE TO READ!!!!!!!!

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Sai's POV

Oh, crap! I overdid it. I should have just tapped it but those two idiots had to annoy me. I followed the path leading to the rooms where we were supposed to sleep, trying to attract as little attention as possible but I guess a midget in a black hood caught a lot of attention. Some high schoolers stared at me and whispered things. I lowered my head more at the whispering. Upon entering the dorms, I looked to see which room I was in.

I stopped at a room with the names Takeshi, Echizen, Mayazaka M. and my last name, Fintzchheller. Walking in, it was quite neat with a bunk bed on either side and a dresser at the base of each. I set my stuff down on the right bunk, on the bottom. It seemed like whoever Mayazaka was hadn't brought there stuff yet. I laid down on my bed, looking at the ceiling. My hood fell from my face, and anyone could see my face if they walked in. Clear skin with an oval head shape. Sharp facial features, small nose, big eyes.

Anybody here would think I was girl, but I am a boy.

Well, technically I was born a girl but I have a condition. It's called Gender Identity Disorder. It's a condition where he/she believes they were born the wrong gender. I know I was born the wrong gender. My foster parents always tried to be as supporting as possible. They bought me boy clothing that I wear. They let me go to an all-boys school. They even let me do boy sports. Do I seem like a girl to you?

Running my fingers through my short blue hair, I sighed. This was the biggest challenge for me. I had never stayed with boys before or even attended camp with this many before but if I wanted the surgery to officially make me a boy, my parents told me I had to go through with this.

I can do this I thought to myself, turning to face the wall.

My bloody red eyes fluttered once before I fell asleep.

Suzuki's POV

God! People don't joke about Momoshiro-kun being one the top power players. His specialities, Dunk Smash and Jack Knife, were already out and roaring. I could return the Jack Knife, but Dunk Smash was proving to be more difficult then I expected. I threw the ball up in the air, being it was my turn to serve, and hit it over to Momoshiro's side. Nothing special. Just a slow slice. If I brought out my special moves, it would be over all too quickly.

Maybe I should just use one. I thought to myself.

If I used one special move of mine then it would be funnier to watch Momoshiro figure it out. I looked at the score board. 0-5,0-15, Momoshiro in the lead. I grinned to myself.

Just a little bit more then I'll beat him I reviewed.

I had my plan. My plan to win. It was so simple that it amazes myself. Just let Momoshiro win five games then at the last moment before he gets a sixth, I finish him off quickly. Nothing big really. I didn't pay attention as the ball zipped past me. The score changed again, with Momoshiro still winning. Just a bit more. While I waited on the centre baseline, racket in front of me, I listened to the song that played. Nothing fancy quite yet. Just Beethoven 4th symphony.