Usually I am a strict Inuyasha fanfic writer. I've decided to try my hand at branching out to some of my other favorite anime series. I tend to like the unusual couples, which is probably why I like Tezuka/Sakuno and since there aren't nearly enough stories under this pairing, I thought it was my civic duty to actually write one, even though I'm on a writing break. For those who know my other work, let me know what you think. If you decide to review, that's great, I always like to hear opinions, but I'm not a writer to who writes only if I get a bunch of reviews. If you like it, then thank you, if you don't it makes me no never mind and I'll continue writing it anyway for my own enjoyment. With that, lets get to some quality reading.

Disclaimer: This will work for the whole piece. My name is not Takeshi Konomi, so I don't make any kind of money off of this.

Prologue

"Ryoma-sama," Tomoka yelled across the tennis courts. "Ryoma-sama you're amazing. Isn't he just the best Sakuno-chan?"

Sakuno lowered her head as she blushed a deep red. Sometimes she wished her friend would be quiet. It was simply embarrassing. "He needs to concentrate Tomo-chan," she said. Besides, they were in high school now. It was time they grew up.

Tomoka rolled her eyes and huffed. Sakuno felt her felt her shoulders slump. It was simply no use trying to convince her friend to ever keep her mouth closed.

She returned her eyes to the drills taking place on the boy's tennis court. It was an absolute stroke of luck that a job position opened at Seishun Gakuen High School as the coach of the men's tennis team at a time when her grandmother was feeling a little down about losing all her favorite players.

It gave Sakuno a better reason to hang around the players rather than continuing to use the same old "Ryoma-kun" excuse.

"Everyone, twenty laps," she heard called out. She turned to find the stoic Tezuka Kunimitsu ordering his team to run around the courts. He stood, taller than she ever remembered him, broader from better muscle definition and age, and if at all possible, he was more handsome than before.

A slight flush warmed her cheeks to think of Tezuka-sempai as handsome. He never smiled, barely spoke a word to her in all the time they knew each other, and certainly didn't give off the impression that he was friendly. So why would she think him handsome?

The boys ran by, including Echizen Ryoma. Tomoka and Sakuno's eyes followed him. Sakuno watched her friend lick her lips sensually when Ryoma's eyes turned in their direction. "You know we're going out Saturday," Sakuno heard her friend say.

"Who," she asked, not really paying attention to what Tomoka had to say.

Tomoka laughed. "Ryoma-sama, obviously. He agreed yesterday to take me to dinner." Suddenly Sakuno watched Tomoka's eyes widen. "Why don't we find you a date and then we can make it a double. I hear Horio-kun is single and I know he likes you."

Sakuno felt as if her heart was about to break. Ryoma-kun was going to go out with Tomoka? When did this happen and why now when she had been building up the courage to ask Ryoma one more time to go on a date with her. All her previous times had ended in failure.

And Tomo thought she was going to find someone else to go out with her? How could she do that in a day, especially since she refused to go out with Horio?

Tears began to pool in her eyes. It took sheer will to be able to hold them back. She couldn't necessarily say her life was over, considering Ryoma wasn't hers, but it felt rather close to it.

"Sakuno," Ryuzaki-sensei called to her, "Can you go to the office and grab my notebook? It should be on the desk."

Sakuno understood a command when she heard one. She ran all the way to the office in the school, giving her enough time to wipe her eyes free of the remaining tears. As far as she was concerned she couldn't allow Tomoka to get to her.

Tomoka obviously planned to use this date as a way of rubbing it in her face that Sakuno couldn't get a date. It wasn't as if Tomoka didn't know her feelings. Sakuno had certainly talked enough about her frustrations in trying to get Ryoma to notice her.

She sighed, looking out the window at the running tennis players. This wasn't like when she was in junior high when it didn't matter nearly as much that Ryoma didn't pay attention to her. They were both too young then to talk about dating seriously. But she had thought, now that they were older, that this would be the time to give a relationship a try.

She knew that when she thought about it, she had no choice but to agree to the double date. Turning her back on the date now, would only make her look jealous of her best friend, even if she was a little bit jealous.

'But who will I get to go out with me on Saturday,' she asked herself. It was her hope that she could find someone extremely hot, maybe better than Royma if she could manage it. "Maybe I can ask my grandmother for help."

If there was one person she could count on it would definitely be her knowledgeable grandmother.

Ryuzaki-sensei had a problem. Most would claim the problem did not involve her, but when her granddaughter was unhappy she was unhappy.

Sakuno didn't know this, but she had heard the conversation between Sakuno and her friend before Sakuno had come to ask for her help. She felt terrible, knowing that the one her granddaughter had spent to much energy chasing had chosen someone else.

Her trouble didn't stem from finding someone to help out her granddaughter. Ryuzaki-sensei knew who she could trust with her precious Sakuno, the problem involved making sure he agreed to the date and not allowing Sakuno know that she contrived the whole thing.

She glanced over at the captain of the tennis team, her favorite buchou by far. He would make a wonderful date for Sakuno. He was a gentleman, something so rare in this day and age.

"Tezuka," she said calmly, beckoning the young man to her side. She watched him jog lightly to her to her side from the corner of her eye. She kept most of her attention steadfastly on the players under her. "I need you to do me a favor."

"What is it Ryuzaki-sensei?"

"My granddaughter, Sakuno needs a date tomorrow evening. I would like for you to accompany her as her date."

Although his face showed no emotion, from the way his eyes suddenly shifted toward her, she knew that he had to be surprised by her request. She turned toward him, giving him her full attention.

"I would not have asked this of you if it weren't important. Her friend has an evening planned with Echizen and wishes to make it a double date."

Tezuka was silent for so long that she feared he would never speak. Finally Tezuka lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "I will be glad to accompany Ryuzaki-san as her date. As she arrives I will put the question to her."

Ryuzaki smiled, lad that her job on behalf of her granddaughter was done.

Sakuno headed toward the tennis courts after her last class. She had no idea what her grandmother had planned for her, but she hoped that it was very helpful. None of the guys she had thought to ask had been available, having either dates or projects they had to do.

Sakuno was so tempted to just simply give up her pride and admit to Tomoka that she couldn't find a date. What more could be expected of her if no one was willing to go out with her.

"Ryuzaki," she heard said behind her. She turned slowly, having recognized the voice as belonging to Tezuka-sempai.

"T-tezuka – sempai?" she asked, wondering what he could ever have to say to her. She waited as he simply stood there, the wind playing gently with the light brown strands of his hair.

She was nearly ready to leave when he said, "I understand you need a date for tomorrow evening. I would like to join you."

Her breath caught in her throat. This was simply unbelievable. Tezuka-sempai was never one to ask a woman out. She wasn't even aware that he even held a fondness for women.

Dark eyes bore into her own eyes. It took perhaps five whole minutes before she realized that he awaited an answer from her. Finally, she nodded carefully, still unsure whether or not this was all just a dream designed to make her feel worse once she returned from the land of dreams.

He nodded once, decisively before continuing on his way to the courts. "I will pick you up at your home at exactly six. I insist that you be ready." Anyone who knew the slightest bit about him knew that he hated to be kept waiting.

Sakuno awoke with strangest pain between her legs and a blinding headache. She heard her grandmother tinkering around downstairs, not that she cared when she felt sick to her stomach.

She remembered yesterday was her double date. She remembered being picked up by Tezuka and arriving at the restaurant just as Tomoka and Ryoma arrived, both more than a little surprised to Sakuno with a date that wasn't Horio.

They ate and then Tezuka had gotten a phone call from Fuji claming that one of the other teams was having a party and all the guys planned to crash it. She'd gone because Tezuka was her date and had drunken anything given to her.

From there her mind processed the fact that she had gotten drunk enough to not care that she was almost raped by one of the rival players of the tennis team. Tezuka had saved her, but that hadn't stopped her from pouncing on him in gratitude.

'Oh no,' she whimpered in her mind. She actually slept with Tezuka-sempai, the buchou of the Gakuen High School tennis team. She gave her virginity away and she didn't even remember what it felt like, or even how they ended up sleeping together.

She crawled out of bed, her legs shaking horribly as she made her way to the bathroom down the hall. If she could just make it there, and maybe take a nice hot bath to feel better, she could think about what happened.

Maybe they hadn't slept together and she was worried for nothing. Tezuka would never take advantage of her in any way. She doubted that was in his nature.

'Yes, I'm probably worried for nothing. He's honorable and not interested in me at all. Everything will okay once I calm down.'

Tezuka, the tennis prodigy, stared at his ceiling. He was an idiot and felt like much worse. Ryuzaki-sensei had trusted him with her granddaughter and he had allowed the girl's boldness to tempt him into bed with her, something he had never planned on doing with her.

This whole night he hadn't managed to gain a whole night's worth of rest. His stomach felt sick, as if something more were bound to happen because he had betrayed the trust of his sensei.

'Things were much simpler when I simply planned to leave for Germany to play professionally.' Just why had he ever thought it a good idea to come back to Japan after making that decision? He'd been all set to start his professional career too.

He sighed as he peered at his left arm. Did it really matter anymore? He was in Japan in the biggest mess he'd ever been in before. "Maybe nothing will come of this and I can pretend it never happened?" he said.

Sakuno wasn't a big gossip if something truly embarrassed her, as this situation was bound to embarrass anyone. So he probably didn't have to worry at all. Hopefully, he could put it behind him and concentrate on what was important to him. Tennis.

'Okay Sakuno, you can do this.' Sakuno stared at the whit door before her, more than simply nervous. What she was about to attempt moved far beyond bold words. She was about to attempt the impossible.

Slowly, her hand reached for the doorbell. If no one answered in two seconds, she planned to run as away as fast as possible. She pressed the small button and waited.

Just as she turned to run, the door unlocked, opening fully to reveal an old man. "Yes," he said, his voice reminding her deeply of Tezuka-senpai.

"Um," she began, "Is Tezuka-senpai here?"

The old man beckoned her in without another word. Ok, this was it, she promised herself. She would talk to Tezuka-senpai and see if there was anything that he remembered about their night together.

A/N I've not written on this site before so I'm learning as I go, but what's going to happen is that I probably won't up load a lot because I'm not usual a POT writer. And since I usually tend to write graphic lemons (which isn't allowed here) I'll find a way of editing them out and either loading them somewhere else, or putting an email list together and send out uncut versions if I get enough interest.