Title: Nonexistent
Category: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Imperial Pair/Thrill Pair
Genres: Humor/Romance
Rating: T
Summary: / Yaoi, Imperial Pair and Thrill Pair/ Atobe's nonexistent little sister comes back from America to steal his boyfriend, he is not amused. Fuji and Ryoma help out, because they can't stand an OOC Tezuka. Mary Sue Parody.
A/N: Just a fun Mary Sue Parody, please enjoy and please review!
A fair-haired girl of sixteen stood alone in the vast crowd, but then, Tokyo Airport was forever crowded. Even so, Camille Atobe stood out, easily. (After all, any member of the very distinguished Atobe family was doomed to stand out, made up, or otherwise). She clutched a white traveling case, deep gray eyes desperately searching the crowd for a familiar face. She found none.
Camille didn't consider herself gorgeous, although she had been told on many occasions that she was indeed lovely, with high cheekbones and a milky complexion, that didn't even need to be tainted by makeup to seem lovely. Her lips were naturally full and red, and eyes of steel gray. Her hair was dark, tied up now in a careless bun, with thin strands framing her delicate face.
Her choice was clothing was simple, but of course they were flattering. A pink tank-top that hugged her figure just right, and a pair of flowered caprice pants that her mother had given her before she left the States to come to Japan. Every time she wore these pants, she thought about her mother, of course the kindly woman hadn't been her real mother, but it had been a sorrowful parting anyway.
But now she was here, she would find him, she would find the Atobe family, she would find her long lost brother, Atobe Keigo, The one that gave her the special locket when she was shipped off to the orphanage at the tender age of five, because the Atobe family was suffering heavy debt and couldn't afford to keep two children, of course they had kept Keigo-niisan over her, he was the family diamond, after all, she was only the family pearl.
Her hand gripped the locket, "...I'm home, Keigo-niisan."
There was a grand limousine waiting outside of the airport and Camille marveled at it, until two men dressed in smart suits stepped forward, obviously picking her out from the crowd easily. She cowered, just a little, wondering who they were. They both looked to be in their twenties, and quite handsome.
The taller one approached her, "Miss...Camile?"
"You're..." She looked confused for a minute, and then Camille smiled, "You're Kazuki-kun, aren't you? You're Kazuki-san!" She looked at the other man, scrutinizing him for a long moment too, "And you're Yuu-san! I remember you!"
Both men laughed, "Sharp as ever, Miss Camille." Kazuki smiled and took her traveling case. "Come this way please, Yuu, don't just stand there, open the door for Miss Camille, and for heaven's sake, give her a coat, this is Tokyo, she'll freeze!" He smiled at her again, "I take it it was cold in LA?"
She gave him her perfect smile, "It was eighty degrees when I left LA." Yuu draped a coat over her shoulders, and she rewarded him with a perfect smile, and even Yuu blushed. "Thank you, Yuu-san."
Yuu opened the door for her, and she climbed in, snuggling the coat, she had forgotten how cold Tokyo was, which was really not that surprising, she'd lived in LA for most of her life, after all. "Things really changed when I was gone, didn't it, Kazuki-san?"
"Of course, Miss Camille." Kazuki turned, "But of course we've all missed you. Young Master Keigo especially, of course. He will be thrilled to see you, I'm sure."
Camille laughed, "Well, I can't wait to see him either, it's actually been too long." She hugged her long legs to herself and sighed a happy sigh, "I'm just really happy to be home."
"But Fuji's letting Echizen feed him ice cream! Tezuka, you could at least try to be more romantic and not let ore-sama do at the work..." Atobe Keigo complained, giving his more often than not expressionless boyfriend a poke in the ribs, he had just fought tooth and nail for permission to sit on Tezuka's lap, he had a feeling that ice cream feeding was far off, but then, there was no harm in trying.
Tezuka fidgeted a little, "But we're not Fuji and Echizen. And don't poke me." And so saying, he fed himself a generous spoonful of raspberry cheesecake ice cream. And besides, he thought that letting Atobe sit on his lap was already letting him do a lot. "And you're heavy."
"Why do you have to be so degrading?" And just for that, Atobe just had to poke him again, if Tezuka wasn't so damn sexy and responsive in private, Atobe would have lost hope for him a long time ago.
"I'm not degrading you. I'm just telling you the truth." Tezuka said calmly, he scooped up another generous spoonful of ice cream and brought it up level to Atobe's mouth, "I never said I didn't like it. Have some ice cream."
Atobe turned and glared at Tezuka. "I hate you." But he melted when he saw the spoonful of ice cream and ate it, leaning back against Tezuka's shoulder with a sigh, "So you're allowed to feed me, but ore-sama isn't allowed to feed you. That's not fair."
Across the table, Fuji Syusuke and Echizen Ryoma were in a similar position, but for them, it was much more compromising.
"Fuji-senpai, stop molesting me." The olive haired boy growled, "We're in a—ahh, ice cream parlor."
"I know, that's why I'm being very careful." Fuji just smiled and settled his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder and raised a hand to caress one crimson cheek, who knew where his other hand was? But even so, for all of his complaints, Echizen Ryoma seemed to be enjoying himself.
Fuji saw Atobe watching with a forlorn expression, and after he swallowed, he said, "Saa...Atobe, don't be jealous, it took a long time for me to convince Ryoma to sit on my lap too."
Atobe didn't look convinced, "How long did it take you to get him to do that?"
"What?" Fuji looked mildly confused, and then obviously his unseen hand did something or the other and Echizen jolted, biting his lip to keep from whimpering. "This?"
"Fuji-senpai, I'm going to kill you." Echizen gritted out between clenched teeth.
"No you won't." Fuji smiled, not at all perturbed. "Not a very long time, but then, I'm persuasive."
Atobe glared at him, "Are you implying that Ore-sama is not persuasive?" He looked at Tezuka, "Aren't you going to correct him?"
Tezuka looked thoughtful for a moment, and then shrugged, "You know it's not true." He gently kissed the side of Atobe's neck. Then another kiss, and Atobe shuddered. "And besides, you know you're persuasive other ways."
Atobe melted then, and he shifted so that he was straddling Tezuka's lap, facing him. "Tezuka..." A knowing smirk was on his lips as he leaned close, and then just when their lips were two inches apart--
--RING!! RING!!
Atobe cursed, while both Fuji and Echizen looked amused, Tezuka, on the other hand, looked disappointed. Atobe heaved a sigh and dug out his phone, "Hello?" He listened for a few minutes, his face going from pissed to confusion. "...Oh, all right. I'll be home." And then he hung up.
Tezuka prompted, "Atobe?"
"No big deal," Atobe said, "Some girl's coming home for dinner, they want me to be there." He was quick to add, once he saw Tezuka's expressionless mask start to waver, "Don't look at me like that, you're coming with me." And then he smiled. Atobe leaned down and kissed him. For longer than usual, so that meant that Tezuka's guard was down. He loved those moments most of all.
"She sounds like an important guest, for them to call you home." Tezuka was uncertain, his fingers tangled carelessly up in Atobe's hair, hair he was very proud of, but when the person that mussed it was Tezuka, he wasn't about to complain.
"All the more reason for you to be there. Come on." Atobe slid reluctantly from Tezuka's lap, glancing to Fuji and Echizen, "You two need a ride home?"
Fuji shook his head, "We'll manage, have fun with dinner."
The Atobe mansion was as grand as ever, and ever as imposing. Tezuka was impressed every time. Atobe parked the car in one of the five garages and unbuckled his seatbelt, Tezuka stole a glance at him, and then he leaned over the console and rested his head on Atobe's shoulder for a long minute.
Atobe was surprised, but then he wasn't, his fingers found Tezuka's neck and rubbed and absently, "What?"
He could feel the other relax against him. "Who is this girl? Are they trying to get you married off again?"
Atobe bit his lip, "Ore-sama hates you when you're talk like that, ore-sama is not some thing that can be married off. They didn't tell me a thing, they just told me it was someone that I would want to meet."
"Like?"
Atobe shrugged, "No idea." He leaned down and his lips met Tezuka's in a gentle kiss again, "Come on, I like you possessive, but you know nothing's going to happen, I've chased you for too long for anything to happen."
Tezuka was reluctant as he took Atobe's hand and let the other lead him into the mansion, the two bodyguards that usually followed Atobe everywhere let them in, Yuu said, "Young Master Keigo! And...Tezuka-san, good, you have returned. Miss Camille been on the edge of her seat to meet you."
"Who?" Atobe looked confused.
"Keigo-niisan! You've come home!" A petite raven haired girl rushed to him, eyes glistening with emotional tears or something like. "I've missed you, Keigo-niisan! I've missed you so much! You look like you haven't changed at all!"
Atobe looked obviously confused as she latched on to him, Tezuka too, looked rather alarmed. "...It's great that you've missed ore-sama, but...who are you?"