Another Choutaro-Shishido fanfic. It's part one of a series of one-shots about if Shishido had a girlfriend and some other stuff. It's through Choutaro's view point. By the way, I don't own Prince of Tennis.

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Day One

Shishido-san was sick today and I called him at lunch to see how he was doing. He said he'd be fine and not to come over today, because he did not want me to catch his flu. Then the phone went silent abruptly and I heard the faint sounds of Shishido-san and the tiolet. His mom apologized as I waited a couple of minutes for Shishido-san to return. He did not sound fine to me. I told him that and he laughed a little. Afterwards, we talked about tennis until the bell rang. Lunch was over and I returned to my English class.

The last thing he said was that I should have a good practice and work some more on my jump serve. It's selfish but I enjoy that he is not like this with everyone. Just me.

I wonder if I could make him feel special too...it's highly unlikely. That job is for Shishido-san's girlfriend. Not me. I should go finish my history essay now. I don't want to be up late tonight.

Day Two

Morning

As it turned out, my efforts to go to bed early last night were wasted. I finished all my homework and read up on some double's strategies. By then it was nine-thirty and I tried to rest my head. After thirty minutes of tossing and staring at my ceiling I gave up. I grabbed a random book off my desk and tried to focus on what it said but I couldn't help myself. Shishido-san kept running through my head every time I tried to shut my eyes. At ten I walked softly to my stereo and turned on Chopin's Nocturne opus nine no.2. Another fruitless effort. It was not until midnight I managed to worry myself to sleep. Then I had a nightmare.

Will...I don't think I should be calling it that. In my dream I was walking down the street somewhere and I saw a mini Shishido-san. My eyes followed the direction he was running. He ran into the arms of Shishido-san and his girlfriend. Judging by the rings though, they were married. And she had quite the swelled belly. I moved towards them and I reached for Shishido-san's shoulder. He turned to look at me. His eyes were cold and he asked,"Who are you?" That's when I woke up at four o'clock A.M.

Could Shishido-san ever treat me like that? When he's married, will I still be a part of his life? These questions kept me awake for the rest of the morning. I've been ready for school since five-thirty, at least school should help me get my mind off Shishido-san.

Evening

At today's lunch I was in the practice room. I walked to the grand piano and sat on the bench. A Kimball, it was one of the last that the company produced. It's walnut wood and sound have a rich quality . The keys are white and smooth beneath my fingertips, but I guess that's common when you're dealing with pianos. But this one is different, to me at least. This piano reminds me of Shishido-san.

When I leave Hyoutei maybe I can convince the school to sell me this piano.

As I started warming-up my thoughts of Shishido-san drifted a way fo a while. After school today, Shishido-san's girlfriend came up to me. She can't give Shhishido-san his homework because of something about art club and that she HAS to be there. So I took it and after tennis practice, I went off to Shishido-san's house.

His house is very nice, even though he wouldn't say it. It's not fancy or gilded like Atobe-san's nor as large. But I like it more, it has more life to it. In the livingroom you can find books left on the table from his mom. In the bathroom there's sports magazines that Shishido-san's dad reads while he's 'busy'. On the refrigerator there's art courtesy of Shishido-san and his brother. But if you went to my house-it's nothing like that. My parents hide their novels and magazines and opt for a few shelves dedicated to law and the justice system. Our fridge is pristine in all its blankness, and my sister is usually off at university. As my parents are lawyers there often absent from home. They all love me and eachother but it cannot compare to the amazing warmth I find at Shishido-san's home.

I walked up to the door and knocked. To my surprise, Shishido-san's brother answered. He was wearing a mouth-mask and looked grim. Apparently Shishido-san's quite infectious. The papers were snatched from my hand and the door was shut. A moment later it was re-opened and Shishido-san's mother came out. She's very pretty, she has medium length chocolate hair and greyish eyes. That must be where Shishido-san got it from.

Today though, they could have been zombie eyes and her hair seemed pretty dull and just as lifeless. I hope I wasn't staring too much, I don't want to make her feel bad about her already ill condition. Anyway, she apologized for him but would not permit me to go inside. By now, I had decided that was for the best and thanked her and left.