A Lavish Christmas
Chapter One
Disclaimer: Don't own Tenipuri at all, nope :P
Pairing: AtoJi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The lengths Atobe will go to this Christmas..
This Christmas eve, one visibly happy Atobe Keigo strode along the length of his hallway, ordering his trusty compatriot Kabaji to hang up wreaths and mistletoe in various different corners.
"A little to the left Kabaji," Atobe commanded with a frown, upon seeing that Kabaji had hung the wreath crookedly on his front door. No way was ore-sama going to tolerate such a glaring oversight.
"Usu."
This year, like every other, the affluent but somewhat generous Atobe had once again decided to hold a Christmas party for his fellow tennis team-mates. However, this year was special. This year was unique.
This year would be the year where Atobe Keigo was going to confess.
True, having being raised as a member of the elite and having impeccable upbringing, Atobe Keigo once looked down on mushy, lovey-dovey happenings, and even more so of the often stuttering, awkward love confessions and the like. However, all these had changed with startling swiftness once he chanced upon that someone in Hyotei Gakuen.
All that was left in its wake was one auburn-haired team-mate with sleep-clouded eyes.
He didn't know when it had happened exactly, but he had found his eyes lingering on Jirou more often than usual, and caught himself noticing little details like the rather large curl on the right side of Jirou's head, and the imprint on his forearm from having slept too long on the desk. He had tried to blame it on his famous Insight, but it struck him with startling clarity that he had gone off the deep end when he realized he knew exactly in which sleeping spot Jirou would be at any time of the day.
Thus leading to the confession this Christmas.
Shaking his head abit, Atobe was awakened from his reverie when he realized that Atobe had finished decorating the hall and was now staring at him for more instructions.
"Kabaji, now you shall.."
Before Atobe could finish his sentence, his cell phone rang insistently, chiming the melodious tune of a tango song.
"Hello? What do you want from ore-sama?" Atobe intonated into his cell phone.
"Atobe? Oshitari speaking. I have bad news. Well, sort of bad news. Not bad news exactly, but, well…" a nervous Oshitari trailed off. He was never going to forgive Gakuto for coercing him into telling Atobe the bad news.
"Stop hemming and hawing. Just let ore-sama know already."
"Well, that is, about your Christmas party tomorrow, Jirou can't make it."
"WHAT? WHY NOT? What in the heavens could possibly be more important than ore-sama?"
Oshitari winced slightly on the other end of the line, his sensitive eardrums having been scarred by Atobe's shrill screech of outrage.
"Jirou said he had to fly to Canada to spend Christmas with his aunt. Apparently it is very important because he is his aunt's favouritenephew and his aunt has just recovered from cancer."
"… Well, in that case, I guess I can forgive Jirou.." Atobe relented.
"Okay…" Oshitari replied, relieved, having feared for his life seconds ago.
"Can you give ore-sama Jirou's flight number and time of departure? Oh, and this year's Christmas party is cancelled."
"Alright. I'll inform the rest," Oshitari sighed. He wasn't looking forward to this. His bouncy little Gakuto was going to have a fit about the cancelled party. It was the only time where he could tease Atobe without him getting angry. Not to mention, Christmas was the only time where they could kiss freely in front of their team-mates, under the excuse of the mistletoe, without having to be whacked by Shishido nor lectured by Atobe about proper etiquette in public.
Back in the Atobe residence, one simmering Atobe Keigo had sent Kabaji on his way, and proceeded to make a few phone calls with a steely glint in his eye.
"Nothing is going to prevent ore-sama from confessing this Christmas. Nothing.", Atobe muttered under his breath.