"I am thine to command" {Prince of Tennis fiction}

Chapter 2 [Toy]

*Time Skip*

Kirarin was bored. The lessons were all so repetitive. 'And I thought Daddy sent me here because Rikkaidai was the most prestigious academy in Japan...'

She'd already covered those topics when she was homeschooled. Classical Literature, French, Greek, English were her strengths, especially since she was a noblewoman of ancient lineage. The library in the castle has got parchment scrolls that were passed down from her ancestry, poems in the Victorian Era, and many more historical records of first hand accounts.

'I wonder what Keigo is doing now...' she thought as she stared out of the window.

A group of thugs were smoking in the alley, while snickering at the playboy magazine in their hands.

'Those guys... they're from 3F...' Kirarin thought.

*Scene change*

Niou was pissed. He just got a bitch slap from another girl whom he'd just rejected. 'What's her problem? What's wrong with rejecting her when she's so annoying?'

The girl whom he'd recently dated was always showing him off to her friends. Either that or she was always squealing at how charming he was in her fucking high-pitched voice. 'I know I'm charismatic and irresistible and the perfect type of guy but you don't have to ramble on and on about it bitch! What was her name again? Screw that, who cares?'

He was kicking up the gravels on the ground when he came across a group of third year's guys who were huddling together and smoking.

'It stinks damn it.' Niou coughed as he walked past them, it was the corridor that led to his classroom block, and there was no other way except to cross their paths.

Out of the blue, the 3 guys with their uniforms tucked out, flew past him at lightning speed while swearing under their breaths. "Fuck, why the hell is Takahiro-sensei patrolling the area? Doesn't he have a class now?"

Before he could register what was happening, a loud ferocious bark held him back. "You! Niou Masaharu from Class 3B, hold it right there!"

Turning around, he saw the Discipline Master of the school, the one who was rumored to be the devil reincarnation, the one who was harsh and unforgiving. If Sanada-fukubuchou were strict, Takahiro-sensei would be 10 times worse.

"What sensei?" Niou asked casually with his hands in his pocket.

"You! Stand straight with your hands by your side! Not only do you break girls' heart, you even read such vulgar magazines in broad daylight in the school compound!" He ranted fiercely.

"Sensei, it's not like you don't read such magazines either~" Niou smirked.

"Wipe that smirk off your face Niou Masaharu! What insolence to talk back to me! You'd better surrender your cigarettes NOW." He roared with a fierce look.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Niou shrugged his shoulders. "It's not me. It's three 3rd year guys. They were here just now."

"Don't you dare feign innocence! You are the only one who's here when I arrived, and you have the smell of cigarette on you." Takahiro-sensei insisted with an unrelenting expression.

"Whatever, of course I'll have the smell of cigarettes on me if you detain me here for so long..." Niou muttered under his breath.

"Did you just curse me? You are incorrigible! I'll have to send you to the Headmaster's Office. You'll be kicked out of the tennis team too."

"I told you it wasn't me. It's you who don't know how to discern truth and false." Niou exclaimed with exasperation in his tone. He already had a bad day to start with, and now he was accused of an act, which he never committed. What's more, to be kick out of the tennis team, was sensei fucking serious about it?