Thyme Notes: Seriously edited version of Chapter One... Finally decided to work on this story once again for Atobe and Shiori's future.

Disclaimer: I do not own POT or Atobe Keigo-sama... T^T I only own my plot and OC.

A Not so Typical Vacation Atobe-style

The Meeting

It was a nice sunny afternoon on the coast of Japan, Atobe Keigo is now preparing to aboard his yacht to catch the waves in Maldives. It would be the first time Atobe will be leaving without Kabaji... Kabaji was now happily spending his summer, with his heavily pregnant sister. It was her wish to spend time with her brother and Atobe could only oblige.

Atobe grabbed his sunglasses and reclined in his seat, soaking up in the healthy early morning sun. When the sun rose higher, he snapped his fingers and his maids set up his umbrella and arranged his favourite French style breakfast. Scones, croissants, apricot jelly and Darjeeling tea, it was perfect. Nothing can destroy this mood. Dismissing his butler and maid, he soaked up in the sun and tried to clear his thoughts - away from the city, away from his constricting office and away from his stressful life.

Atobe feeling relaxed beyond compare fell asleep and did not eat his lunch. His servants didn't want to disturb him because they too know his late night meetings from overseas and the no sleep weekly marathon he does when a major merging happens with the company.

The afternoon sun was slowly dissipating into the deep blue sea when a fleet of dark clouds gathered and started to upset the calm sea. Turbulent waves started to slap the yacht's sides and the young master was awakened by a strong jerk. He stood up too quickly for him to gain his balance. He was accidentally thrown overboard and was swallowed by the rampaging waves. When his butler came up the deck to check on him, frantically searching for him while holding up a black umbrella, noticing no one was there, the butler assumed his master was sleeping in his quarters. He withdrew himself from the harsh rain and went to the perfectly warm kitchen to prepare Keigo's dinner.

Atobe Keigo was now fighting off the strong waves that were trying to drown him, while he shout at the top of his lungs to get the attention of his butler, but it was no use. The waves were too strong. "I can't believe this, a vacation! Yeah right!" Atobe bellowed before he finally gave up fighting huge waves that swallowed him perfectly healthy body entirely.

Right now, he couldn't shout or scream, his fright too enormous to ignore. Pain started to give warning bells in his body. Trying to inhale air, Atobe gulped water in his lungs his coughing beginning. He was starting to hold his breath trying to save his oxygen but then he started sinking. Then a dull throb was starting in his chest, he drew his final breath and his oxygen was finally depleted. Everything became black and his body heavy.

"Sui, please check on Young master Keigo. Ask him if he wants to eat his dinner here or in his suite." The maid bowed and quickly went to find Atobe's quarters. She knocked on the door twice and reported, "Young master Keigo, where would you like to have your dinner? In the dining room or in your suite?" She waited for 15 minutes and repeated herself. There was no response, getting anxious she slowly opened the door and peeked in to check on her master. The bed was untouched and there was no one in the bathroom. Her master never arranged his bed ever since so it was not possible for him to have been sleeping. In panic, she rushed to the butler in frenzy and they started to look for him in every nook and cranny of the yacht.

In a nearby island, a girl by the name of Shiori was walking by the shore, enjoying her afternoon walk and the image of the setting red orange sun but then she saw a figure of a man beached on the shoreline. She rushed towards it... and it was really a man! She turned the man over and checked for vital signs. The pulse, was definitely weak... His breathing was feeble and barely noticeable. His lips were pale and it was turning bluer and bluer by the second.

"Are you okay?" Shiori asked the injured party, choosing between calling someone for help or do CPR herself. Finally deciding to save the injured person, she careful hoisted him up to the dry sand. She kneeled before him and opened his mouth checking if there was any debris in his mouth before starting CPR. Pinching his nose, she breathed into him and pumped his chest in time with her own heart. Repeating it for another five times... the said man finally gained consciousness and heave up all the water he swallowed.

Shiori watched him in wonder as he was throwing up lots and lots of water. His skin was regaining its original pallor but the man passed out again after all he did gag up a lot of water.

Shiori crawled towards him and asked, "Are you thirsty?" Atobe looked at the person talking to him. He was still disoriented and winded, waiting for himself to recall his bearings before speaking. Once again the person asked him, "Are you thirsty?"

The pains in his lungs were still raw but his irritation and anger got the better of him."Thirsty? Didn't you see Ore-sama just heaved out at least a gallon of water?" Atobe muttered in annoyance, coughing. His voice hoarse and there was a very salty taste in his mouth. His vision still blurry and his body felt very tired. He just wanted to go back to sleep and let the pain dissipate into thin air.

"What an ungrateful guy!" Shiori thought but she was really concerned for his safety. She moved closer to him, trying to block the chilling gusts of the breeze. The sun was setting meaning it was definitely going to get colder. "Are you cold?" She asked once again, her voice unexpectedly soothing.

Atobe squinted, trying to see who his saviour was. There he saw a beautiful woman wearing a thin white sundress with a straw hat. Her long straight shiny ebony hair was whipping around her body and her eyes were the softest maroon with silver flecks. Atobe could only stare at the angel who saved his life.

Shiori tilted her head to the side and touched his face. "Is your vision okay? Or is it blurred? Do you want to rest in my house? It's very nearby. Come." Shiori offered her hand as she stood up.

Atobe furrowed his brows and stared at her hand. He was not going to become a helpless person. Atobe's are not people who needed pity, they needed adoration. "Ore-sama can walk without your help." Atobe sat up stretching his wobbly and seemingly frail legs. It was like he had just ran in a marathon and ended up using all his energy. His leg muscles were definitely not cooperating with him, but his ego... well... he still has it.

Shiori rolled her eyes. "Guys and their stupid pride" She thought. "Okay, if that's what you want. Just follow me but really you can lean on me." She offered and smiled towards him. Atobe trudged along her back watching the wind blow on her dress and hair. His clothes were disgracefully soggy and wet along with the particles of sand clinging to every part of his body. It was like even his mouth has it. The cold breeze of the sea made Atobe feel cold, weak, and terribly sick. He felt he was going to be pulled into a deep dark sleep once again but he was pulled back when the woman he was following spoke up in her warm voice.

"We're here. Come in." She once again smiled and opened the door. It was unexpectedly a small beach house just enough for two people. "Do you want to sleep or take a bath or eat?" Shiori asked being accommodating to her guest.

"Sleep. I want to sleep." Atobe's final burst of energy was zapped and he fell down on the wooden floor. He was soaking the floor with his damp clothes. Quickly, Shiori ran to her bedroom and pulled her blanket off the bed and wrapped it around Atobe.

"Okay but before you go to sleep, please take off your wet clothes." Shiori helped him in shedding of his thin white polo shirt as he clutched the blanket to his body tightly as he took off his board shorts. Helping him towards the bedroom she opened the door for him and escorted him to the bed. As soon as his head touched the bed, it was like he died peacefully after a long journey through the rough sea, he was sleeping like a log. She blushed like a tomato before leaving the room, obviously the person sleeping on her bed was chiselled to perfection and it can't escape her notice especially when he was only draped with a thin white blanket.

Shiori left her extremely tired guest to clean up her living room where in his wet clothes where still lying around. "I wonder if I should call a hospital." The black haired woman pondered as she gathered his sandy clothes and proceeded to the bathroom.

The sun finally settled and the moon shone brightly as Shiho typed away in her laptop, finishing another article for the magazine. Stretching her arms upwards to relieve some back pain forming on the small of her back, she removed her eyeglasses and decided to check up on her guest.

It was dark inside the room. A soft sound from a nearby chime awoke Atobe. Lying on his back he looked around him, it was dark but the moonlight helped him see a bit clearly. There was a simple vanity table, a small wardrobe closet, a bedside table and a very simple balcony adjacent to the room. The sliding glass doors were open and the white curtains were swaying to the wind. Outside was a quaint beige couch with a side table that has three books on top and a deep red blanket draped on it. Sitting up he left rejuvenated but his stomach alerted him that he needed sustenance. Just then the door open and a sliver of light entered the room. Peeking through the crack between the door and its frame was the woman who saved his life. Opening the door widely now, she entered the room and sat beside Atobe who was swathed with the blanket but his upper torso showing.

"Do you feel better now?" Shiori asked as she touched Atobe's forehead, checking if he caught a fever but was enlightened when she felt his temperature was normal.

He nodded his head and brought the blanket to cover up from the prying ash-mauve eyes of the woman beside him. His stomach grumbled angrily at him. He felt her hand pat his shoulder and asked him to join her for dinner.

Dinner was silent. Shiori kept on glancing back and forth at her plate and Atobe. Curious at the person sitting in front of her, taking a gulp of water, she then asked the handsome man politely, "Would you like us to go to the hospital? Just to check up on your vitals and to see if you are not sick?"

Atobe looked at her and thought about the consequences of going to a hospital. People will once again crowd him and ask a lot of questions. Right now, the woman was asking him a lot already. He was not yet ready to face the outside world once again.

"Thank you for the concern but I would very much like to stay here than be crowded at a hospital." Thanking her for the meal, he sat up and returned to the room. His brain was definitely still jumbled and the comforting atmosphere and gestures of the woman was very much welcome to his weakened state.

"I am still sick and weary so I guess it wouldn't be bad to impose on her. She did after all decide to take responsibility of me when she saved Ore-sama's life, did she not?" Atobe thought as sleep once again took over him.

In the dining-living room, Shiori was murmuring to herself as she cleaned up the plates. "Really, that guy is so rude. He hasn't thanked me for saving his life. But really, he didn't ask me to save him, did he? But still, I saved him he should be at least grateful. But what if he was really trying to drown himself and I saved him?" Shiori stopped rambling then and shook her head. "I feel I'm forgetting something important. Anyway that can't possibly be true... he is practically a NARCI so he can't kill himself. But maybe he's mind is still somewhere out there he was on the brink of dead... I'll take that as consideration for now..." With that she continued washing the plates and hummed a tune.

Yawning widely, Shiori quietly entered her bedroom. Rubbing her eyes, she remembered someone was sleeping at her bed. Sighing to herself, she went out to her balcony and decided to stay there for the night. Closing the glass door, slowly she saw her guest's eyes open and stare at her. He then joined her in the balcony, still wearing the blanket as if it was the most comfortable thing he has ever worn, if it keeps up, it might even sell as the next big thing after jeans.

"Aren't you cold with only that blanket on?" Shiori asked, her mothering hen instincts going on overdrive.

"It's quite comfortable and warm actually." Atobe replied not dwelling on the subject of his nakedness.

"If you say so..." She then looked at the full moon and reclined on her couch, pulling her deep red blanket to drape over her shoulder. The nights tend to get chilly near the beach. The breeze was a constant thing, as well as the chiming of the chimes. The stars were slowly littering the dark night sky as seconds and minutes passed by the two strangers sitting next to each other.

"So... I can ask you a question?" Shiori asked shyly fumbling with her thumbs with her hands clasped together. Her eyes shining bright because of the moonlight as she looked at Atobe.

"Go ahead. Quench your curiosity." Atobe replied smoothly as he grabbed a pillow from his back that was blocking his bad from reclining on the soft couch.

"Okay. Why were you on the beach?" She asked, facing him.

"Hmm, what can I say..." Atobe tapped his forefinger on his chin and looked up. He seemed to look for answers from the ceiling while the dark haired woman looked intently on his tapping finger, then to his lips. "I was on my way to my only relaxing summer vacation but I unfortunately was thrown overboard because of a passing storm." Shiori focused on his lips as he spoke coolly of his tragedy as if it did not bother him.

"Definitely lost his bearings at the sea, if not he should be angrily throwing tantrums at his fellowmen if it was the only vacation he could get." Shiori concluded, a big check appeared in her imaginary list. If only Shiori knew...

The longer she stared at Atobe, her memories started creating images of a younger him in her mind. The eye-catching mole, his beautiful face, his aristocratic upbringing and even his presence, it was like, Shiori knew who he was but can't seem to remember.

"You look kinda familiar but I just can't put my finger on it." Shiori replied as she continued looking at him, investigating him.

"So why are you helping me like this? Are you expecting something back from Ore-sama?" Atobe inquisitively asked staring at his supposed heroine.

"I just happen to stumble upon a dying person on the shore of the beach. As expected any person in that situation, I helped him. And yes, maybe I expect something from you." She said pulling her legs up and placing them on the couch, her toes nearly touching Atobe's blanket.

"Tell Ore-sama and it shall be granted." Atobe said clearly waiting for a price, a wish or maybe even him.

"A thank you..." She smiled and placed her chin atop her knees as she hugged it close to her chest.

"Thank you? That is all? You do not want money and fame or even Ore-sama?" Atobe asked in astonishment his eyes staring straight at her and their faces inches apart.

"Yes, only a simple thank you is enough for me." Shiori replied quite taken aback with Atobe's suggestion of him being her expectation.

Atobe sighed and leaned away from her, clutching the blanket closer to him. "Your name?" He asked suddenly.

"Shiori, Tsukimori Shiori."

Standing up, from the couch Atobe turned his back at her and said, "Thank you Tsukimori Shiori. I, Atobe Keigo, owes you his life but as you said, a thank you is all you needed. Good night then." He then opened the glass door connecting to the bedroom and entered swiftly. Leaving Shiori dumbstruck with a dilemma...

"Atobe Keigo? Just how many men are named Atobe Keigo?" Her mind screamed at her. All her suppressed memories came rushing in and then it clicked. "That was why he looked so familiar. Atobe Keigo."

-to be continued-

Thyme's notes: I've rewritten this chapter for the second time and I hope this is better. I just realized Atobe was still soaking wet and he decided to sleep... Talk about forgetting so I hope I can clear things up and finally continue and finish this story... So if you read the previous unedited chapter, do you think this is better or not? I'll continue updating and editing the next chapters! :3