A/N: I had absolutely no plans for this story, so I pretty much pulled this out of the air (or just somewhere in my head). This was extremely rushed so I'm really sorry for all these mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis nor the New Year O_O.

Adorable Pair

Atobe's party was grand and expensive. We expect nothing less from the richest teen in Japan, now do we?

It was December 31st, 10:49 p.m. The party had just begun. People from all over came, there was the Hyoutei regulars, Seigaku, Rikkai, Rokkaku, Shitenhouji, Fudomine. St. Rudolph, and even Yamabuki. The party was in full blast and everyone was having the time of their lives before welcoming the new year.

One lonely, strawberry blonde haired teen sat on a comfortable bed on the second floor looking out the window. The party, just down the stairs, significantly contrasted with the silence of the night outside. The teen sighed heavily.

'It just wasn't the same...'

"Oi, Atobe!" Mukahi Gakuto yelled. "Where's Jirou?" The red head couldn't find his usually sleepy friend anywhere. At an event like this, the jumping ball of energy would be bouncing on and off the walls trying to mingle with all his friends. This was weird. Jirou was no where to be found.

"Ahn?" Atobe questioned, "Ore-sama had thought Jirou would be with you or Shishido."

"Shiranai," Gakuto shrugged, "I think Shishido's with his husband." Gakuto snickered as he said that.

"Excuse ore-sama," Atobe announced, "Ore-sama has personal affairs to attend to." With a grand flourish, Atobe swept off the ball room floor.

A soft knock sounded the empty room. Brown eyes widened at the sudden sound. The knock sounded again.

"Come in," Jirou answered softly.

The door squeaked open and in came Atobe Keigo himself.

"I knew I would find you here." Atobe spoke just above a whisper, trying to keep the tranquility in the room.

"Hey Kei-chan," Jirou said unenthusiastically.

"Why are you not at the party?" Atobe asked as he glided over towards where Jirou was sitting.

"Didn't wanna." Jirou answered curtly.

Atobe chuckled lightly at his lover's antic and scooted even closer. "Ahn? May I ask why not?"

"Too loud."

"The Jirou I know never complained about noise." Atobe chuckled again but nuzzled strawberry blonde curls this time.

Silence filled the room as Jirou sat silently, resuming his gaze to the darkening sky.

"I'm a good listener." whispered Atobe.

"The new year is coming and I don't know how to face it. I mean, we've been through hell and back with your parents and sooo many things happened and what if we don't make it through this year?" Jirou sniffled.

Atobe embraced the sniffling teen, opting to staying silent as Jirou continued to cry.

"We will make it. I promise." Atobe tried to assure his lover after he had calmed down some.

"How can you be so sure?" Jirou all but whispered, feeling so insecure.

"Because I believe in us." Atobe said simply.

Jirou's eyes widened at Atobe's firm belief in their relationship lasting. Just then, a toll was sounded throughout the room, bringing the new year.

"Happy New Year, Kei-chan," Jirou smiled and turned back to kiss his lover properly. "I love you."

"Aa.. Happy New Year, Jirou." Atobe answered back and kissed the soft, pink petaled lips presented to him. 'I love you more than you'll ever know.'

-owari-

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