Sensibilities Chapter 1: TASTE of Your Own Medicine, a prince of tennis fanfic

Hello, hello, and how do you do? I'm fully aware that I'm starting this fic when I haven't finished my other TeniPuri fic and I haven't reposted my other fic that I will shortly be deleting (which isn't a TeniPuri fic). This is just an idea that attacked me when my fellow 8th graders were working on a Geometry project (we're... special) and I just HAD to get it out in time for St. White's Day.

St. White's Day is a day like St. Valentine's Day is Japan. St. White's falls on March 14th every year and is the day where boys give gifts to girls they like and people send gifts to people they got chocolate from on St. Valentine's. So basically...
Valentine's—girls give to guys and friends
White's—guys give to girls; people repay for receiving gifts on Valentine's

Also, I'm writing this story completely blind, meaning no pre-written version, just some character details and a basic set chapter structure.

Notes:
Pair: AtobeXOC (No shounen-ai. I can't write it to save anything at all. Even the world.)
Universe: (Like Twists) Future-fic, what-if-ish.
Warnings: Some swearing here and there, some confusion, and a fish load of ego (courtesy of Atobe). Also, the OC's name is a spin off of a couple in Bleach. Which couple is it? (It's a boy-girl pair.)
Extras: I'll leave the translations up to you. If you understand, great. If you don't, go Google it.

Disclaimer: Yes, because a recently-fourteen-year-old can own one of the most popular sports manga franchises without stepping foot into high school. In other words, I don't.

Chapter 1

Taste of Your Own Medicine

Atobe Keigo, heir to the world's leading company Teikoku Kigyou, captain of Hyoutei Gakuen's Boys' Tennis Club, and top of the Third Years' class in the High School Division, couldn't believe what he was tasting.

This was a disgrace to his obvious superiority! An outrage against his first-class needs! This was clearly not the coffee exported exclusively from Hawai'i, ground to perfection in France, then brewed without flaw using water from the Swiss Alps! No, his refined tastbuds knew the difference. The flavor, the texture, the color, the scent; it was all wrong. He narrowed his ultramarine eyes and sneered at the imperfection in his porcelain English teacup with disgust.

No one would get away with making Atobe Keigo drink commoners' instant coffee.

Atobe felt satisfied; he had eradicated his extraneously over-sized number of servants of one more imposing fangirl. She had thought she could pull off her master plan of having Atobe fall in love with a maid in order to later marry him. The naïvety of the intellectually lacking female caused him to laugh in amusement. Atobe Keigo? Fall in love with a poor person? Ridiculous! Delirious! Absurd! Atobe would find no one less than the heiress of the world's second best company, provided they even had an heiress. Details. One more thing he didn't have time for. When the time came, his parents would introduce to him the girl he would marry. Then he would take over the company, and nothing would ever really change for him.

The black limousine he was currently inside slowed to an eventual halt, and he waited for his doorman to do his job. The door clicked open and swung out; only then did Atobe make a move. Casually, he exited the limo in one swift motion, tossing his schoolbag to an aquaintance and stepping out in front of the crowd that awaited him. Atobe stood for a pose, slipping both hands in his pockets. A moment later, he swept some in-place hairs aside for a dramatic effect, then raised an arm in the air. It lingered there for some time, then his fingers moved nimbly for an audible snap. The crowd hushed with an excited silence.

"Ikuzo, Kabaji."

"Ussu."

Atobe replaced his hand into his pocket, and the second before his foot could touch ground, the crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers. The heir's smile faltered for a second, then took certain place as a scowl. All the attention and adoration was great, no lie, but it would be more appreciated if it didn't happen all 6,411 days he had been alive. It was awesome to always be the center of attention when he was a kid. During his preteens and early teens, it was a little annoying, but it still showed people how to properly treat someone of higher class and value. Now that he was going to graduate at the end of this one last high school year, the spotlight was making him asphyxiate uncomfortably. Just last month, on that accursed day, he had nearly been smothered in his own home by the sheer mountain of gifts he had received. Of course, he never touched even one of them. The love-sick commoners had no real love to offer, just obsessive and insane fangirlish business. He had allowed his staff to take as much of the chocolates as they felt appropriate. Atobe could never fathom the perfect way to show his dedicated employees that they were truly needed and appreciated.

Atobe sauntered down the hallway of the upper floors, various students clearing a path for him and Kabaji to walk. Once he had arrived at his classroom, the door slid open and someone very rudely walked into him. A girl materialized from behind the rude commoner and bowed profusely in the commoner's place.

"I'm very sorry, Atobe-sama. Ah, Matsumoto-kun is a new student here, and I was just showing him around."

This 'Matsumoto' boy was dressed in street clothes—he was probably too poor to afford the proper school uniform, or even to acquire a better taste in clothing, for that matter. He wore faded dark denim cargos, some very shabby and worn-out Nikes, and a newer ACDC shirt with a black sleeveless hoodie. The boy's dusty-looking caramel hair was pulled back into a ponytail, save for the bangs that swept across his face to the point that they covered his eyes.

"Matsumoto-kun," the girl continued, "this is Atobe Keigo-sama. He—"

"I know who he is. Sorry for bumping into you, Atobe-san. Please excuse us."

The boy shouldered past Atobe, who stood his ground in disbelief. That boy's rude attitude needed to be adjusted. Sure, he apologized, but commoners would grovel at Atobe Keigo's feet before they even thought to have contact with him. Narrowed eyes stared on as the new kid was ushered around. Those eyes were using Koori no Sekai. If this boy had the nerve to 'bump into' Atobe, then he would be careful to not leave even a single blind spot.

This boy was completely encased in ice.

The day had dragged on rather uneventfully, but Atobe's temper had made the best of it. He found himself extremely annoyed that the new boy was rivaling his own popularity amongst the girls, receiving confessions and gifts before he had even attended Hyoutei for 24 hours. It irked Atobe even more that this boy didn't seem to enjoy all the attention that rightfully belonged to him. But what made Atobe the most furious of all was that this new boy actually had charisma to rival his own.

The new boy had even made friends with Kabaji.

By lunch, Atobe was more irritated than he had been when he lost to Echizen Ryoma nearly three years back. Of course, he had improved himself to an even greater extent than that brat ever could, but he was irritated nonetheless.

Atobe sighed deeply. He needed to relax. He couldn't let a mere commoner get on his nerves so quickly in the game. As he had always said, "Forget the rules. I AM the rule." There was only one procedure that would completely refresh him before he ordered the removal of the boy. And so, Atobe made his way to the greehouse.

The greenhouse was an international work of art. Not only was it colossal and spacious, but it was organized so that there were plants from every continent except Antarctica. Settling on the plants from the southeast Asian islands of the Philippines, Atobe found a randomly but conveniently placed hammock among the banana trees and lay down to take a nap. Just as he was getting comfortable, he found that he was no longer alone. One—no, two sets of footsteps were drawing closer to his position. Atobe hoped direly that they were passing students that wouldn't pay him any heed.

"Atobe-san?" a boy asked.

Dammit.

Annoyed, Atobe opened one eye and looked at the intruder. It was the new boy, and Kabaji tagged along behind him. The boy wasn't even looking Atobe in the face! What rude manners. Atobe closed his eye and spoke in a tone that said "make it fast or I'll break your face."

"Ahn~? What does the peasant boy require of Ore-sama?" The "peasant boy's" face scrunched up in disgust.

"Shut it, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou. I don't like you. The only reason I'm here is because I don't want to be on bad terms with you, either. And the only reason Kabaji's here is because he was the only one who would know where to find you. So I thought I'd bring you some tea I made to cheer you up. Here." Kabaji squarely placed a tray on Atobe's lap. It had a simple teaset of a teapot, a teacup and saucer, and a spoon. The teapot had a red liquid that was somewhat opaque, but smelled sweet and appealing.

"It's Dong Fang Mei Ren, a kind of Oolong that's grown in Taiwan. It's also known as Oriental Beauty or Bai Hao Oolong. It's not just some cheap convenience store knock-off; I grew the tea leaves when I lived in Taiwan. I just wanted to show you how sincere I was being. I'll be going then."

Atobe waited until he could no longer hear the boy's footsteps. Only then did he sit up. It took a while to pour the tea properly and stir it a few times, but Atobe found himself surprised when he drank the red liquid. It was sweet, but not quite enough to make him feel like cringing. There was no sign of the bitter aftertaste that usually followed in other sweet teas. The water was boiled to perfection, neither too cold nor too hot. Atobe was admittedly impressed. This commoner's knowledge was obviously more extensive than that of the other commoners. A tapping on his shoulder prevented him from taking another sip. Atobe turned his head to see Kabaji nodding in the direction in which the boy had left. He made a second gesture that looked as though he were waving to his own face. Atobe smirked.

"Ahn~? You think he needs a haircut, too?"

Kabaji shook his head. He tried again, this time covering his eyes with his hands. This time, Atobe got the message.

Dammit! he cursed to himself.

Matsumoto is blind.

Sorry if this is terrible. I wanted to post it according to my outlined schedule.

Let me know if it's too OOC or something. The other Hyoutei boys will appear next chapter.

~Ja ne~

-xXRandomness_PrevailsXx

Jan. 31, 2013

After almost 2 years, I finally got to editing a bit. Maybe I'll get back to actually posting chapters soon, too.

-Randomness