Firefly
Ahh well I decided to write a Prince of Tennis Fanfic. Don't remember what convinced me to do it though. I wrote this part to the story a long time ago, so there may be some mistakes and sound a bit awkward. I got rid of the worst of it though so that's why it's a bit short. Please enjoy
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Chapter 1-Firefly
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Running.
That's all she's ever been doing for as long as she could remember.
There was always the occasional break of course, but those were few and far between.
So she ran.
Don't misunderstand. She loved to run. It is her passion and always will be.
But still....
She can’t forever...
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"GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP NATSUMI HOTARU," a young woman, no older than 23 yelled up the stairs of her home. The young woman's name is Natsumi Suzume meaning Summer, Sparrow. Suzume has deep chocolate brown eyes and dark, nearly black, hair that goes down to her upper back. She is about 5'6 in height with a slight tan complexion about her.
"I'M ALREADY UP SUZUME!" Another voice yelled from up the stairs. This child's name is Natsumi Hotaru, or summer, lightning bug/firefly. Hotaru has expressive hazel eyes that others say change shade when she is sad or angry. She has Black hair that goes down to her shoulder cut choppily as if done herself (which it is). Hotaru is about 5'4 and has a complexion slightly lighter to Suzume's. Her age is 14 nearly 15.
"Oh, okay than." Suzume said boredly, before continuing to eat her rice. After another minute of silence pounding could be heard on the stairs as Hotaru quickly ran down them skipping every other step. When she reached the bottom she energetically bounded toward where Suzume sat at the table before taking her own seat. There are only two chairs at the table signifying that the sisters are the only one's that lived in this home.
"Suzume! You ate all the grilled fish didn't you?!" Hotaru pointed an accusing finger at the woman across from her with a pout on her face.
"Well you should have gotten down here sooner you little slow poke," Suzume stated after swallowing her rice, "and don't point Hotaru. It's rude."
"Fine," Hotaru stated with a sigh before beginning to eat her own breakfast, “You know Suzume sometimes I wonder if you really are my sister."
"That makes two of us." Suzume stated.
"Hotaru you’re going to be late for school." Suzume said while cleaning the dishes from the table.
"I'll see you later!" Hotaru exclaimed already running out the door with her bag on her back.
"Heh...weird kid." Suzume chuckled to herself after Hotaru left the house.
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The scenery flew passed Hotaru as she ran. Her eyes watered as she stared strait ahead paying no mind to the scenery flying past her. Adrenaline made her heart pump loudly in her ears and her legs burned with each step she took. Her breath was coming quickly and an ache in her side was begging her to slow down. Hotaru paid these sensations no heed as she ran, a wide grin splitting her face nearly in two. She ran like this everyday, running like the devil was after her, speeding past her present, away from her past, and into her future. She never grew tired of running, day and night she could run and she would never grow tired of it. It was her passion, her reason to move forward, and something to distract her from dark thoughts and monsters hiding in her closet.
Soon, Hotaru’s destination was in sight, and she slowed down to a walk. Seigaku loomed over her as she scowled lightly at the building she detested so very much. Hotaru always felt trapped in that school and her usually bright personality dimmed like a threatened firefly. The people all seemed stuffy and stiff and fake, and Hotaru hated the feeling of teachers breathing down her neck, watching for even the smallest of mistakes to call her out on. With a sigh, Hotaru resigned herself to her fate and walked through the gates to her own personal hell.
It was going to be another long day.
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Having slipped into her indoor shoes, Hotaru treaded lightly to her homeroom. Only a scarce few students were wondering the halls this time as most that were here were with their respective morning club. Hotaru hated to be late. Suzume always teased her about ‘being late to being early’. With a slight huff, Hotaru opened the door to homeroom and stepped inside. It was empty, not even Mr. Takura, Hotaru’s homeroom teacher, was here yet. Granted he had morning club meeting to supervise so he was never early anyway. Silently, Hotaru made her way to her desk in the far back corner of the room, right next to the window, said window over looks the tennis courts, so Hotaru sometimes caught herself watching them play in the mornings. The members of the Tennis Club, the regulars especially, all seemed to love playing tennis. They were there every morning and afternoon, practicing with such fierce determination and underlying love of the game, that Hotaru understood just how they felt, she felt the same way about running after all.
It was watching the regulars in the mornings that sparked her interest in tennis in the first place. She would watch and observe them in the mornings and sometimes the afternoons, and then she would go home and try and emulate what she had seen. It was not nearly as easy as it seemed, but she was definitely getting better as she practiced more. She had a freaky kind of photographic memory; if she saw something once or twice she could pull up the image later and see it in her mind’s eye as if she were really there. Having a photographic memory can’t make up for skill though; she had to practice a fair amount to get her moves to match what she had seen. Tennis was something that had caught her interest by chance, and if Hotaru had the same kind of passion for the sport as the regulars did, she could probably become much better, but it was not much more than a hobby to her, running always took priority in her mind.
So immersed in her own thoughts, Hotaru didn’t even notice the door opening.
Nor did she here the door closing
She didn’t here the taptap sound of a person’s light footfalls.
It was only when she heard, “Saa... You’re here early Natsumi-san,” that Hotaru even realized that another person was in the same room as her.
“Ah, well yes, I’m always here this early Fuji-san”
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Chapter 1-Firefly
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Running.
That's all she's ever been doing for as long as she could remember.
There was always the occasional break of course, but those were few and far between.
So she ran.
Don't misunderstand. She loved to run. It is her passion and always will be.
But still....
She can’t forever...
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"GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP NATSUMI HOTARU," a young woman, no older than 23 yelled up the stairs of her home. The young woman's name is Natsumi Suzume meaning Summer, Sparrow. Suzume has deep chocolate brown eyes and dark, nearly black, hair that goes down to her upper back. She is about 5'6 in height with a slight tan complexion about her.
"I'M ALREADY UP SUZUME!" Another voice yelled from up the stairs. This child's name is Natsumi Hotaru, or summer, lightning bug/firefly. Hotaru has expressive hazel eyes that others say change shade when she is sad or angry. She has Black hair that goes down to her shoulder cut choppily as if done herself (which it is). Hotaru is about 5'4 and has a complexion slightly lighter to Suzume's. Her age is 14 nearly 15.
"Oh, okay than." Suzume said boredly, before continuing to eat her rice. After another minute of silence pounding could be heard on the stairs as Hotaru quickly ran down them skipping every other step. When she reached the bottom she energetically bounded toward where Suzume sat at the table before taking her own seat. There are only two chairs at the table signifying that the sisters are the only one's that lived in this home.
"Suzume! You ate all the grilled fish didn't you?!" Hotaru pointed an accusing finger at the woman across from her with a pout on her face.
"Well you should have gotten down here sooner you little slow poke," Suzume stated after swallowing her rice, "and don't point Hotaru. It's rude."
"Fine," Hotaru stated with a sigh before beginning to eat her own breakfast, “You know Suzume sometimes I wonder if you really are my sister."
"That makes two of us." Suzume stated.
"Hotaru you’re going to be late for school." Suzume said while cleaning the dishes from the table.
"I'll see you later!" Hotaru exclaimed already running out the door with her bag on her back.
"Heh...weird kid." Suzume chuckled to herself after Hotaru left the house.
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The scenery flew passed Hotaru as she ran. Her eyes watered as she stared strait ahead paying no mind to the scenery flying past her. Adrenaline made her heart pump loudly in her ears and her legs burned with each step she took. Her breath was coming quickly and an ache in her side was begging her to slow down. Hotaru paid these sensations no heed as she ran, a wide grin splitting her face nearly in two. She ran like this everyday, running like the devil was after her, speeding past her present, away from her past, and into her future. She never grew tired of running, day and night she could run and she would never grow tired of it. It was her passion, her reason to move forward, and something to distract her from dark thoughts and monsters hiding in her closet.
Soon, Hotaru’s destination was in sight, and she slowed down to a walk. Seigaku loomed over her as she scowled lightly at the building she detested so very much. Hotaru always felt trapped in that school and her usually bright personality dimmed like a threatened firefly. The people all seemed stuffy and stiff and fake, and Hotaru hated the feeling of teachers breathing down her neck, watching for even the smallest of mistakes to call her out on. With a sigh, Hotaru resigned herself to her fate and walked through the gates to her own personal hell.
It was going to be another long day.
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Having slipped into her indoor shoes, Hotaru treaded lightly to her homeroom. Only a scarce few students were wondering the halls this time as most that were here were with their respective morning club. Hotaru hated to be late. Suzume always teased her about ‘being late to being early’. With a slight huff, Hotaru opened the door to homeroom and stepped inside. It was empty, not even Mr. Takura, Hotaru’s homeroom teacher, was here yet. Granted he had morning club meeting to supervise so he was never early anyway. Silently, Hotaru made her way to her desk in the far back corner of the room, right next to the window, said window over looks the tennis courts, so Hotaru sometimes caught herself watching them play in the mornings. The members of the Tennis Club, the regulars especially, all seemed to love playing tennis. They were there every morning and afternoon, practicing with such fierce determination and underlying love of the game, that Hotaru understood just how they felt, she felt the same way about running after all.
It was watching the regulars in the mornings that sparked her interest in tennis in the first place. She would watch and observe them in the mornings and sometimes the afternoons, and then she would go home and try and emulate what she had seen. It was not nearly as easy as it seemed, but she was definitely getting better as she practiced more. She had a freaky kind of photographic memory; if she saw something once or twice she could pull up the image later and see it in her mind’s eye as if she were really there. Having a photographic memory can’t make up for skill though; she had to practice a fair amount to get her moves to match what she had seen. Tennis was something that had caught her interest by chance, and if Hotaru had the same kind of passion for the sport as the regulars did, she could probably become much better, but it was not much more than a hobby to her, running always took priority in her mind.
So immersed in her own thoughts, Hotaru didn’t even notice the door opening.
Nor did she here the door closing
She didn’t here the taptap sound of a person’s light footfalls.
It was only when she heard, “Saa... You’re here early Natsumi-san,” that Hotaru even realized that another person was in the same room as her.
“Ah, well yes, I’m always here this early Fuji-san”