Title: The Dare
Author: shy-hinata
Rating: G
Summary: Atobe expects everyone to be in awe of his prowess, but he doesn't realize that it might get him into trouble
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT

Author's notes: Thanks to Sarit for brainstorming this idea out with me, and to Syl for lending me her Atobe-muse when I needed it. I love you guys!

"Geez, Atobe. Can't you do something about all those freaky fangirls mobbing the clubroom?"

Gakuto and Ootori had just managed to eke their way inside after evading the mob of frenzied females by the door. On the inside, the regulars already back from practice noted the distinct increase in the scream volume as the door was opened to admit the last two regulars. Shouts for the buchou to come out and grace them with ore-sama's presence were a daily fact of life for the Hyotei regulars. It really shouldn't have surprised them, but somehow they had held out some hope that after the move from junior high to high school would bring some relief from the onslaught of female attention.

"All their screaming is seriously getting on my nerves." The acrobatic red head stuck his tongue out, making his distaste plainly obvious.

"Gakuto, you would do well to take a page out of ore-sama's book, and tolerate it graciously. After all, it's better than having angry jeers." Atobe replied smoothly. After all, one had to expect people to be so affected by perfection.

Shishido snorted a little, hiding it behind his locker. He knew the fact that over 70 of those cheers were personally for Atobe was the only reason why their captain hadn't snapped his fingers and ordered a stop to it. Damn egotistical bastard liked to rub it in their faces or something. Before Shishido could make any comment about it, Mukahi beat him to the punch.

"You're such a diva, Atobe. You'd be ordering them to stop if they were all cheering for Shishido." The doubles specialist snorted. "We can't let your ego get any bigger, y'know. Otherwise there wouldn't be any room in the clubhouse for us."

At the mention of his name, Shishido groaned. Why, oh why, did he have to get dragged into this? Now Atobe would no doubt make some crack about how 'ore-sama' and Shishido couldn't even be looked at on the same level, or some other shit like that. He growled lightly, fully intending to snap at Gakuto, but a single look from his double's partner warning him against it was enough to curb that urge. Shishido paused for a second, having a silent conversation with Ootori. Yup. Choutarou was right. Best to just stay under the radar right now.

Atobe, as well as the rest of the tennis team, had fully expected their resident princess'to throw some sort of fit at the mention of his name. Atobe mentally remarked that it seemed that Ootori had managed to put the drama queen in his place, and should make a note of it to them at some point in time. However, now that Shishido remained quiet, Atobe had no choice but to respond to Gakuto's comment, even if he might have thought it beneath him.

"Gakuto, I understand that you might be jealous, but there is no need to take out your insecurities on others." Atobe took a few steps towards the smaller regular, arms folded across his chest in a mildly threatening manner.

"Ah, Atobe..." Oshitari's smooth voice cut in even as he slid himself between his doubles partner and their captain. "Only those who feel insecure about their appeal would feel the need to hear if validated all the time, hmm?" Oshitari adjusted his glasses, arching his brow at Atobe in mild challenge.

"Oh?" It was tiresome, really, the way people at the top had to constantly be challenged by those who sought that position. But the best way to quell such dissent was to meet the challenge head on, and put them in their place. "I have no reason to be insecure about my appeal towards the fairer sex. There isn't a single girl in Kantou who can resist my charms."

Oh. Now that was too much for even Shishido to pass up. Shutting his locker, he moved to stand next to Oshitari. "Really now? I would say that sounds like a dare."

"Hmm...indeed. Think you're up to it? We'll give you a week to charm a girl of our choosing. If she hasn't accepted your advances, you will have to admit your shortcomings. If she does, then we won't bother you about your mob of fangirls anymore." Oshitari smiled, his eyes glinting.

Waving his hand dismissively, Atobe smiled smugly. A week? He really didn't need that long at all, but he may as well accept their terms, lest they feel belittled. "Fine. I accept your terms. Let me know when you've chosen the lucky lady."

Atobe really should have known that something was up when Shishido and Oshitari looked at each other, smirks on both their faces. The tensai and dash specialist spoke up in unision.

"Tachibana Ann."