A/n….well, I have a bit of writer's block for Similar: Love is a Learning Process this evening. I'm sure it'll be gone soon…but since I did, I decided that I should write ANOTHER TEZUKAxOC FIC! YAY….

….I just enjoyed writing the first one so much :P Haha…hope this one is completely different ;) ….I hope you all enjoyss itt...DON'T FORGET TO REVIEEWWWW :P WOOOOO X X X X X

But yeahh, let me know if it's crap and I'll give up while I'm ahead ;) Woopdedooo...

Chapter song: If we were a movie - HANNAH MONTANA YAAYAAAAA :P

Hahaaaaaaa ITS AMAZING :P

Chapter 1: IF WEEEE WEEREEEE A MOVVIEEEE

(I'm a tad hyper..the song/chapter title have NOTHING TO DO WITH THE FIC JAA!!)

Tezuka Kunimitsu stood in the waiting room of the man who was soon to be his manager. He had arrived fifteen minutes early because he was quite excited about the meeting; though his poker face gave nothing away. He had been far less excited, however, about the whether. As he stood in the waiting area, he looked out of one of the full length windows to watch the rain pouring down outside. He could see, in the distance, the lights from the tennis courts; which were located within viewing distance of the offices. Even at so closer distance, he could not make out much other than the colour of the rain as it hit the light; which was thrown over the tennis courts by the floodlights which stood to attention around them.

He turned around to survey the waiting area. On the surrounding walls there were many frames, all of which held photographs of grinning people proudly sporting trophies. Tennis trophies that was. Tens of faces grinned back at him as he surveyed the walls.

There were also many scattered chairs around the room, and in the centre, there were four large, comfy looking sofas; in the middle of which sat a table piled high with sports magazines, and several stacks of tennis leaflets. In the corner, there was also a reception desk, behind which sat a pretty woman who had introduced herself as Shou Ryouichi's secutary. She had told him in such a way that he assumed that he was meant to be impressed by it.

In all honesty; he wasn't really very impressed at all. He lifted the sleeve of his tracksuit, so that he could see his watch. Ten to; that meant he still had ten minutes to waste. He was just about to sit down when the door slammed open. It slammed open with such force that several of the pictures looked as if they might just fall off the walls.

"SHOU RYOUICHI!" a voice roared, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Tezuka turned around speedily, straightening himself out to his full hight again, to see the secutary rushing towards the now opened door, and a very angry looking woman.

The woman was about Tezuka's hight, with messy red hair tied in a bun above her head. She was wearing dark rimmed glasses, and wearing a rather posh suit. Oh, and she was fuming.

He watched, slightly concerned, as the secutary tried to push her back out of the door she came through, muttering things like "Ume-sama! Please!" and "Ume-sama, what will the clients think?"

The woman seemed unpreterbed, however, and continued in her march towards Shou-san's office door. Apparently no one had told her that he wasn't in yet.

Because he was watching the woman, Tezuka had almost missed the two people who were waiting in the doorway. One was a tall, brunette man, who looked upon the scene with a rather concerned face, although it looked like he was battling with himself. He seemed to be concerned, but find the scene amusing at the same time. The other person in the doorway was a girl. She was short, and had short bluish hair, which barly reached her shoulders. She was looking unashamedly amused at the whole situation. Both, he noticed, were sporting sportsware, and were weilding tennis rackets. The boy's was cluched in his hands at his chest; he was clutching at it worridly. The girl's was clasped loosely in her left hand, and rested on the floor, whist she lent on the door.

But the time he had taken them in, and turned around, the woman had managed to somehow force her way through the locked door to Shou-san's office, and was in the process of realising that he wasn't there.

A few moments after coming to this realisation, she rushed out of the door and rounded on the man's poor secutary.

"He's not there", she said quietly.

"I was trying to - " the secutary was starting to reply, before the woman turned her back on her. She looked straight at Tezuka. Now she was so close to him, he realised that she was acctually quite attractive; if not for the rather angry expression she wore at the current time. Her hair was falling fast out of her bun, and a red flush had spread accross her face in her anger.

"You", she said, looking Tezuka right in the eye. "You're Tezuka Kunimitsu", she stated; suddenly looking a slight bit happier than she had been the moment before.

"Hai", he replied; he was slightly surprised to realise that she had been speaking in Japanese.

"Come with me", she said; walking back towards the door, expecting him to follow.

"But I'm waiting for - " he started, he wasn't expecting to be cut off by the woman, repeating what she had just said; just a fair bit louder.

As he followed her out of the door, the secutary had given him a rather apologetic look. He wondered why, but then again, the woman he was following appeared to have a temper; and appeared also to have tapped into it.

The two people who had been waiting at the door for the woman were slinking down the corridor after her. The shorter one had ceased her laughing, and was now conversing with the taller man quietly. The man kept glancing back at Tezuka every few seconds, which set his nerves a little bit. He wondered where the woman was taking him.

They reached the end of the corridor and turned right, stopping in front of an office labelled: Ume Tsubame. He presumed that was who the woman was. His suspicions were confirmed when she took a key out of her pocket and opened the door; ushering them in.

He followed the two of them in front of him as they entered the office, but once he was in, and the woman closed the door behind him, he stood there and waited for the woman to tell him what to do. The other two went and stood at the back of the office, they seemed to be waiting for something; they were still talking quietly between themselves.

While he waited, he surveyed the office, this office too, had many photographs on the wall, most held trophy weilding tennis players. He was surprised to note that several of the photographs featured the three other people in the room.

The woman, while he had been looking at the photographs, had walked to the far end of the office, and settled herself in a big chair, behind a large mahogony desk. She linked her fingers togeather and lent her elbows on the desk; leaning her forehead on the platform she had created with her hand.

"Sit" she ordered.

Tezuka approached the chairs in front of her desk, and sat in the middle one, which was directly opposite the woman, although he wasn't sure that this was the smartest thing to do; given her obvious anger.

She sat like that for a few moments, breathing in and out slowly; she seemed to be calming down, and when she looked up at him, the angry red flush that had graced her face had almost disapeared.

"My name is Ume-Tsubame" she stated, "I am a tennis manager, as well as a part time trainer"

"Ah", he replied, wondering why she was bothering to tell him this.

"I will henseforth be your manager" That could explain it.

"Pardon?"

"I will be your manager as of today Tezuka Kunimitsu-san" she seemed very certain about it; but he had already made arrangements for Shou-san to be his manager; he was a very well known and respected man after all, it wouldn't do for him to pass up the chance to work with such a good manager.

"I have already made arrangements with Sou Ryouichi-san as to my management details" he informed her.

"They have been retracted" the woman answered, staring him down from behind her glasses; Tezuka was sure he heard a snort from behind him, "As of today I will be your manager Tezuka-san"

"But I have already - " he started.

"It would be in your best interest", the woman cut him off again; he was beginning to think that she was quite rude, "to listen to me, and let me be your manager. I can assure you in the most avid sence that I am twice the manager that Shou Ryouichi is"

"or ever will be", came a voice from the back of the room, Tezuka turned around sharply in his chair to see the girl smiling across the room from where she stood with the older man.

"Thank you Yuki", said Ume-san, Tezuka turned back to see the woman smiling slightly at the girl. He realised now that she was probably the manager of the two of them.

"And why do you want me to - "

"Revenge!" she cried out, standing up and slapping her hand hard on her desk in one fluid movement. "If that arrogent bastard thinks that he can - "

"Tsubame" came the stern voice of the girl from behind him. Yuki, the woman had said her name was.

"Ah, of course, I'm sorry Yuki", the woman said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head, "I got a little carried away..."

The woman sat down again, she looked as if she were a little tired from her previous outbursts. Tezuka stood up, deciding that he had had enough, and that he was deffinatly going to be late for Shou-san if he didn't leave just then. "I'm afraid I still have arrangements with Shou-san" he turned towards the door, ready to leave, "If you'll excuse me - "

"Please!" the woman cried out from behind him; he turned around to find her on her feet again, bowing to him, her shoulders shaking, "Please let me be your manager Tezuka Kunimitsu-sama! You can have half the price off! I'll get you the best sponsors! And you can have unlimited funds and practice times! Anything!" She stopped to catch her breath, "And I'll be here for you twenty four seven!" she finally gasped.

He looked at her increduously, why did she want to be his manager that much? He'd certainly never heard of the woman, and he was surprised that she'd ever heard of him. Dispite being Japanese, the woman was obviously not from the country; she was an American, which was obvious firstly from her looks, and secondly for the slight accent on her words as she spoke. If she had heard of him, she must be really, really enthusiastic about tennis. He wouldn't have been surprised however, if the only way she knew of him was because he had made arrangements with Shou-san.

"Surely you have other - " he gestured to the other two at the back of the room. "Others, that is, who arn't getting any of the things you've just offered me..."

The woman leaned foward on the desk, smiling a bit manically, "They won't mind, right Yuki-chan?!"

Said girl approached the desk, and leant on the back of Tezuka's chair as she spoke, "Of course not Tsubame", she turned to look down at Tezuka, who had sat down again, "No worries ne Tezuka-chan, I'll speak with the team tomorrow", she winked at him, before turning back to look at Ume-chan, who was looking triumphant.

"See?" the woman insisted. Tezuka could no longer reasonably see any reason why he shouldn't let her become his manager. She seemed to really want to be after all; he was sure she would remain insistent until he agreed to it, and the Yuki girl had supported her by saying she was a good manager, and that the team wouldn't mind. He wondered what sort of a position she was in to be able to voice the whole team's oppinion. He knew each manager had enough players to put into a team, and that most did; this was so they could play as teams in competitions, as well as playing in doubles and singles competitions as stand alone players. Each manager had a team of female players, male players, and a mixed team of the best males and females. Aside from that, they all had plenty of subs, who obviously wern't the best of the crop, but were still worthy of the chance to play internationally.

The woman had also insisted that she would give him half price management, which would deffinatly be very useful, since it meant that his family would not have to pay out as much money towards his tennis career; he knew they would have been struggling. She had also said that he would have the best sponsors, unlimited funds, and decent practice time. In all honesty, there was no reason to turn down her gracious offers at all.

"Ah", he finally replied, before agreeing, unaware of what he was getting into.

Ume-san was extatic.