Opening notes: Well, I feel a little bad for starting a new story when I still have my other one waiting for an update. However I was really in the mood to do this. I was inspired by my rediscovering of Prince of Tennis, the fandom, loosely off the kdrama Coffee Prince, and the anime Antic Café. As for the chapters in this story, I wasn't sure if I just wanted to do drabbles or full length chapters, so I guess it'll be a mix. Therefore chapters will vary in length. As you may probably figure this story will not be following the original plot of the Prince of Tennis anime, but I will be borrowing plenty of the amazing characters from the anime and their back stories so don't be disappointed yet. I hope you can enjoy this. I am a bit rusty since I haven't written anything in a while. Favorite-Follow-Review as you please.

Chapter Notes: I wasn't sure if I should consider Yukimura's eye color as an indigo or lavender shade. Its pretty silly but I was thinking over it for at least fifteen minutes seriously and then kept going back to it as I typed the rest of the chapter!

chapter: Latte

The young man of this tale, with eyes of molten gold closed shut, lay stiff as a board on his brother's beaten old futon. It was like many of the things he owned, a hand-me down, and one of the few things he agreed to take with him. Nineteen years old and already the young man felt as beaten as the abused old futon he lay upon. His left hand immobilized by cotton and plaster, while the rest of him just refused to move. He didn't need to be awake right now, never again did he need to be awake this early in the morning. He forced himself back into unconsciousness.

At a more reasonable time in the morning, about ten till eleven, the young man strode down the streets of Tokyo feeling out of place. There had once been a time where he knew exactly what his point in this world was, he knew where he belonged…his place. He felt light without the weight of his tennis bag on his shoulder, pressing down on the –somewhat- short lad's back. As sigh left his lips. It had been two months already since he walked away from that life, and a little over three weeks since he moved out on his own. He better get a job soon. He passed by quite a few little stores that could probably use a new hire, a cashier or stock boy maybe? There weren't too many choices for him to go since he hadn't even finished high school. Not like he couldn't have, but really he couldn't. A pro career didn't allow for much time, and taking one equivalency class every few months was seemed pointless at the time. However he had the brains for it. A scowl made its way onto soft lips. He hated thinking about it still.

Slipping his hands into the pockets of his gray jeans the raven, slightly green tinted, haired young man made an abrupt turn and slipped into Upstairs Café. Over the last few weeks he'd become accustomed to spending time in the quaint café. During his training days as a tennis player he would have never stepped into one of these places. He wouldn't dare poison his perfectly maintained healthy body with something as damaging as caffeine or as fattening as cakes or other sweets. However as a way to mentally push himself further away from that life he had taken a sip of his first latte just a few weeks ago, and now he supposed there was not much difference between him and everyone else now.

As the ravenette made his way towards the small line of two others, his cat like eyes noticed the face of an angel skillfully pouring cream into a clean cup of espresso. Delicately the blue haired angel swirled and worked the cream as it poured into the espresso creating a marvelous tulip on the drink. Every other day. Every other day the young man had visited the shop and he had never seen the beauty behind the counter. Now Ryoma was not a flirt, even now he had no intention on drawing the attention of the coffee angel, but to himself at the very least he was able to admit when someone was attractive. Finally blinking his attention away from the blue haired male, he had been caught staring red handed and averted his gaze, Ryoma moved up to the front counter to place his order. While he normally ordered to go, he somehow found himself sitting down waiting for his hot vanilla latte to be brought to him. While resting his head in his good hand, he took a chance glance over to where he had seen the blue haired wonder. When he couldn't spot the unforgettable head of blue hair out of the three other brown and black haired employee the young man sighed. Perhaps it had only been his mind playing tricks on him to see something so attractive in real life.

There wasn't a long wait before a mug was set down in front of the young man. Golden eyes glanced up from his phone, first laying eyes on the elegant heart of cream painted onto his drink, then to the side where a tempting piece of strawberry crème cake was being placed, and then finally his golden gazed trailed up to the face of the mysterious coffee angel from before. He was thankful that he was not left to speak first, as he seemed to be at a loss for words. He had never noticed before his own interest in people, romantically or anything else. His world had revolved around tennis and only those with the same prowess or better were worth knowing the name of.

"I hope you don't mind the complimentary cake. I've heard you frequent this café quite often. Take it as my appreciation." The blue haired…man spoke. The ex-tennis star blinked and parted his lips slowly only to close them before he caught himself saying something stupid. He was certainly surprised by the deep somewhat husky voice that came from the seemingly delicate angel. But upon closer inspection it made sense, there was however a lack of chest mass... and the man's in comparison with his own somewhat feminine hands were quite large.

"Thanks." The ravenette spoke softly, turning his gaze back down to his phone. After all there was no reason to be interested anymore right? He was not into men.

A soft chuckle erupted from the bluenette's throat and he made himself comfortable in the chair across from the ravenette. "My name is Yukimura Seiichi, it's a pleasure to meet you mister…" Seiichi trailed off waiting for the ravenette to speak.

"No mister. Echizen Ryoma." The cat eyed young man answered curtly. He wasn't one for small talk. "Shouldn't you be working? Your boss surely wouldn't approve of slacking off."

At that, Seiichi's lips curled upward into a mischievous smirk. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be alright, after all I am just looking for some feedback on my work here." He spoke, gesturing to the latte placed in between the two them.

After glancing between the latte and the man known as Seiichi, Ryoma sighed and lifted the cup to his lips, taking a careful sip of the hot contents. A few moment passed before setting the cup down and pinning Seiichi with his bored gaze.

"It's fine."

Seiichi's cat like smile widened with amusement, "Oh, just fine?"

"Yes. Just fine." Ryoma reassured, narrowing his eyes at the other in annoyance.

"What's it taste like?"

"Like a vanilla latte."

"And?"

"And autumn…" Ryoma said with a shrug of his shoulders. He had no idea what the other was getting at but he just hoped the other hadn't poisoned his drink or something. It really just tasted like his usual vanilla latte, it was good for this time of year.

"Like autumn?" Seiichi chuckled, "That's so cute."

Ryoma scowled. Seiichi stood up, eyes sparkling with something Ryoma could not put his finger on. He wasn't sure if he liked it, whatever thoughts this Seiichi was having all by himself. It was like he had a secret or a joke and he was just enjoying it by himself. Without saying anything else the blue haired man carried himself back behind the counter, where a tall stoic looking man was waiting. He could only surmise that the dark haired man was the owner of this place. Ryoma smirked, well if Seiichi had been making fun of him he would get his just desserts now that he boss caught him slacking off.

"Gen-koi, he's so much cuter up close. I can't believe I haven't spotted him sooner." Seiichi spoke excitedly as he walked to the back office with his assistant manager, Sanada Genichirou. The man shook his head at his boss and lover. He knew once the other had found something he fancied he would go to many lengths to obtain it. He had his qualms, after all they already had three other lovers, Seiichi had only had a five minute conversation with his "interest", and personally other than looks Genichirou had no idea if he liked the young male as much as his lover. And let's not forget they had three others to please as well when it came to likes and dislikes.

"Sei, you shouldn't get to excited. You only met him once…for five minutes. Are the others and myself not enough?" Genichirou sighed. Seiichi sat down by the back office computer and pouted up at his lover.

"Gen-koi, don't say things like that. Of course I love you, and my other little koi fish. But that little kitten is so cute. And I didn't say anything about making him a lover now did I?"

Sanada wanted to roll his eyes. Sure the other hadn't said anything about it but he was sure he had thought about at some point in the last fifteen minutes. He knew he was just going to have to trust Seiichi, after all he knew Seiichi cared deeply for their relationships. Genichirou eyed his blue haired lover as he began his work on the computer. His cold angel… if something had caught his eye it was because it was meant to be. That's why he and the other three were at Seiichi side after all.