An Atobe fic! I hope he wasn't ooc in this fic.
Anyway, enjoy reading
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.
A pile of tuxedos and shirts piled up on a king size bed. A maid was busy for tidying up the clothing and putting them back in the closet, while an older maid was busy taking his clothes for him to pick. Today there was a party celebrated in his mansion. And being Atobe he was, he said that he couldn't just wear something simple and regular for the party.
He should look more elegant, more charming, and more awesome than usual.
"Too tight. Ore-sama couldn't breathe in it." He tossed another cloth to the side.
"Too baggy. Ore-sama is not a rapper." He tossed it again and you could see already a twitch on the maids' foreheads.
"Too bright."
"Too dark."
"This won't look good."
"That one too."
"Ore-sama is not attending a funeral."
"Too long."
"Too short."
"Too Sanada-ish."
"What the hell with this cloth?"
"Ore-sama is not a clown."
"Ore-sama doesn't want this, and that one as well." And so on.
Finally, after some harder working of his maids, he made his choice. "Perfect." He said while looking at his reflection. He wore a red tuxedo that match the color of a full blooming rose.
"I can't believe this. And that clothes are like the first one we took for him!" one of the maid whispered to another older maid on her side. The older maid just sighed and gave a simple comment to her protest.
"That's Young Master for you."
So, how's that? Too short? OOC? Or you don't like it? Tell me what you think. Comments and criticize are welcome. Hope you enjoy reading this.