Name: My Little Fairy
Author: Ji-chan aka hikarino_aki
Beta: milisante
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Adorable as the main, Dirty and Silver as a background… well, maybe more I dunno yet ^___^
Disclamer: Sadly, but I own nothing. If I did, PoT would be about Hyoutei… well, maybe it's not so sad I don't own it actually ^^
A/N: it's an AU story, kind of… so the facts are screwed up a little XD
~ Prologue ~
"You, little brat!!! How dare you bite me?" man threw a boy onto a wall and hissed. The boy slipped down the wall to the floor. His left hand was unnaturally curved and his lower lip was bleeding but he glared at the man with so much dignity that it looked almost like arrogance. The Man came closer and lifted the boy gripping his shirt's collar. "Try this again and I'll forget that you are an important hostage for us…" with other hand he squeezed boy's neck. Instead of answering the boy just spit at his face and smiled arrogantly. The man threw him on the floor and stormed off – surely not to lose control and kill. The boy spit some blood to the floor and tried to calm down and think. Parents are probably looking for him already. If these people need money they'll get them. But… but time passes by and there is no way he will just sit and wait – it's just not like him.
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A boy exited an old abandoned shop. He was shaking, his eyes seemed empty. His clothes were dirty and torn and he went through the streets holding his hurt left hand with the unharmed one. He did not watch around, he just walked straight. He heard whispers around but did not care. He did not care about anything, did not think. He just walked until someone behind him screamed and he was tumbled down by a body. That's when he lost consciousness…
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He was woken up by the light too bright to be his prison. He slowly opened his eyes to look around and the first thing he saw was a smiling round face with large shining brown eyes and short hair the color of gold.
"You woke up? That's good. Feeling okay?" a boy (and it definitely was a boy) around his age looked really worried despite smiling. The injured one tried to say something but his throat was too dry and he only coughed. The blond jumped up from his seat and took a glass of water, then helped him to drink. "Better?"
"Yeah… Where am I?" he looked around. Not large but very light room with two beds (he occupied one of them), a desk, a computer table and a wardrobe. Nothing like that dark hall he last remembered to be in. Was he rescued? And if he was then why isn't he at home? And who is this boy?
The blond seemed to watch him carefully sitting on a chair near the bed. He had to repeat the question to snap the boy out of his thoughts.
"Oh, sorry-sorry… you're at my house. I'm Jirou, Akutagawa Jirou. You had almost been knocked down by a truck and was unconscious so I brought you here… could not leave you there. My mom is a doctor so she fixed your hand a little. What's your name?" boy's eyes shone with interest and still a little worry.
"My name?" he smiled bitterly. "You'd better not know it. It brings tragedy." he lay down again and turned his head to a window to think. But the boy, Jirou, did not let him.
"Hmmm… you're strange. But I need to call you somehow… hmmm… mnmnmnmnn… a! I know! I'll call you Kei! It seems to suit you. Kei-chan! Is it okay?"
He turned his head in shock. 'How can he?.. it can not be, I had nothing with me that could lead to my name! It's just a coincidence… right?' he wanted to believe this boy. Somehow he felt he was a friend.
"Ne, Kei-chan, wanna something to eat? Mom made soup; we thought you would like some when you wake up…" Jirou stood up from his chair. He was kinda small but seemed the same age somehow.
"Errr… thank you…" he did want to eat. "And… can I have a phone, please? I need to call home and say I'm safe…"
"Okay, I'll bring it!" Jirou smiled and rushed downstairs.
He sat on the bed and looked at his healthy hand, recalling all that happened. 'Shit. Grandfather warned me not to use that thing until it was the only way… now I understand why…' he still could see blood-covered walls and three human bodies in a burning room…
Two hours later an imperceptible but obviously expensive car took him home. He remembered Jirou's sad face when he said that they would probably never meet again and that it's for good. The Akutagawa family appeared to be warm and kind but proud – they did not take money his family had suggested to give them. "We are not poor, we do not need any compensation. There was no way we could leave a child to die…" Jirou's mother said. He thanked them again and left… forever… he was surprised by how this word made him sad too – did he really not want to say 'Good bye' to that shining boy? Will he ever meet him again? It would be better he didn't but… he wanted to.
~~~ Five years later ~~~
"Oi, Atobe, what are you aiming for?" the blue-haired boy entered the room with a few sheets of paper in his hand.
"Isn't it obvious, Oshitari? I'm trying to make this school a little more acceptable to study in. And if I need to bear Sakaki for this… well, it's not such a big deal in any case." a dark silver haired guy proceeded to sign papers.
"Isn't it easier to transfer back to England? Or some other European school? Why Tokyo? And moreover – the notorious Hyoutei Gakuen?"
"Because this is a tradition. My dad went to this high school. And his dad too. And so on. And I like Tokyo."
"But having Sakaki as a headmaster…"
"Nothing is for free in this life, haven't you learnt it yet?" he did not even lift his head once. Oshitari rolled his eyes.
"Why am I still by your side?"
Atobe stretched and leaned back – deeper into his throne-like chair.
"Isn't it obvious? Because ore-sama is great and as long as you are with me you are in favor… this and you owe me life for your little redhead." he smiled viciously. Oshitari sighed – he was not going to dispute THIS question AGAIN. He just signed his own contract. 'Hyoutei Gakuen… I knew my life will not be boring the day I met Atobe Keigo…'