Kari: So another random idea, as I said a Royal pair fic!

Atobe: Finally ahn, ore-sama was wondering when you'll write one

Kari: haha, gomen ne Keigo-chama but here's your story. Forewarning to my readers this will be an AU fic and the ages will be different

Ryoma: 17

Keigo and other seniors: 19

Juniors (momo and others): 18

Atobe: College setting then?

Kari: Yup that's right, and lets not forget the shounen ai and maybe ooc-ness that might pop up. Other than that happy reading

Atobe: She owns nothing, poor plebian girl

Kari: So mean! Saru no Taisho!

Ryoma: *raises an eyebrow*

Kari: I have never really tried this but let's see if I can make this work

Keigo: If ore-sama is there then this would be spectacular!

Ryoma: Che, as if

Kari: *sweat drops* Right~ Now as I was saying here's my first multi chapter AU fic. hope you guys enjoy

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Epilogue: Song and Dance

The crowd was silent with awe, not a murmur, not a peep could be heard. The sound of string resonated like an opera singer. Tension, passion, sound. It was beautiful music. The player himself seemed lost within his world of notes and melodies. Pale fingers danced across the bridge with ease as the bow glided and pressed against the strings. The silver hair glowed under the spot light and dark amethyst-like eyes glowed in satisfaction as he watched the audience be charmed by his music. He loved it, weaving his control over others senses, they were his followers, his admirers.

Finishing his piece, he played a sweet vibrato before lowering his bow and smirking arrogantly as the crowd applauded and shouted out praises. Lowering his violin he gave a grandiose bow before stepping off the stage with a flourish. Adrenaline still rushing within his veins, he snapped his finger and immediately servants tended to his needs. He deserved nothing less after all

He was the king, Atobe, Keigo.

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Within the room of mirrors, music reverberated like a drumming heart. A body small and lithe danced across the wooden floor, elegant like a cat and fluid like water. Green tinted hair splayed as he moved, sweat glistening on his face. Golden cat-like eyes were calm and serene, his body flowing with the tempo of the music. Snapping, twisting, winding until the melody rose to its apex and he stops.

Breathing deeply through his nose, eyes closed allowing the low lull of the violin sway him. He loved music, soft tones, gentle hums, harsh cries. They flowed around him, through him. His very being. Opening his eyes he stood and stretched arms up over his head his tight pants sliding against his skin, before heading towards the wall and pressing the stop button on the player with a soft sigh.

Packing up his things the golden eyed boy shrugged on his jacket, zipping it up to mid chest allowing a bit of his tank top to show. He shrugged on his bag before placing a white cap unto his head.

Idly he wondered how his parents had talked him into taking dorm on campus instead of getting his own apartment like he had planned.

Exiting the building his eyes wandered over the crowded auditorium. If he remembered correctly there was a concert today, a recital for one of the music section's top violinist. A virtuoso. He was tempted to come and watch but he hated to barge in at the middle of the performance. Sighing as he passed the building he placed headphones on his ears, smiling as the soft singing of the violin entered his ears. Salut d' Amor, a piece by Edward Elgar, he loved the piece. It was slow, romantic yet lively.

Humming lightly with the tune his eyes closed gently. He relished music, it was one of the rare things that he appreciated the most and idly he wondered how things would have gone if he had enrolled into the music department like his mother planned, but then again he would never let himself live it down if he let his baka oyaji win their bet. He will dance and he will be the best.

'baka oyaji, as if I'll ever lose to you'

Walking a bit faster his eyes opened when he felt another body collide against him with enough force to send him falling on his ass with a pained grunt. Golden eyes narrowed as he looked up, glaring into dark orbs in annoyance.

"Watch where you're going" a strong, arrogant and baritone voice spoke with disdain.

"Why don't you?" The golden eyed boy asked back in a bored voice. "You have eyes no?" he spoke arrogantly.

"Eh? What did you say? Don't you know who ore-sama is?" eyes narrowing he stood over the fallen boy.

"Che, like I care" standing up he grabbed his fallen cap, patting away the dust. His emerald tinted hair glowed under the dim street lights, falling over his annoyed golden eyes.

"Brat! How dare you! You have no idea who you're messing with ahn?" Amethyst eyes stared down at him annoyance and conceit glowing within them with a bit of interest. No one dared speak up to him, he was the king.

"You know what I see?" his soft melodic voice spoke up. A smirk tugged at his lips as he gripped his bag tighter. He turned back golden eyes alight with mirth before walking away hands in his pockets. Looking back at the fuming boy his smirk widened "Saru no Taisho ka"

Walking away the golden eyed boy ignored the indignant cry of outrage from silver haired boy at being called monkey king. He was hungry and sweaty, he wanted to take a bath and eat but more importantly he needed to feed Karupin. He didn't have the time or patience in dealing with annoying people.

'I have enough of them, Thank you'

Meanwhile Atobe seethed as he stared at the retreating back. Grinding his teeth he stepped forward and looked down when he felt something beneath his feet. Looking down he picked up the plastic card and grinned.

On the card was the photo of the boy, green hair and all. He had an apathetic gaze and a bored expression. Major in school: dance.

Staring at the photo Atobe fished his phone out of his pocket dialing a number. He waited impatiently for the answer and spoke when the dial ended.

"Yuushi" He greeted "I need you to find someone for me"

"Oh?" The other end answered "Who would that be?" He asked curiously, to take the attention of Atobe, Keigo was not an easy task. Either someone pissed him off or he was interested. Oshitari was betting on the latter by his tone of voice. He was interested.

"Echizen, Ryoma"

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A/N: So here we are another random fic.! A royal pair just like I said. This is my first time trying for AU so do forgive if this isn't quite good, I feel like my characters went a bit OOC haha. But still I do hope you enjoy this.

So please review if you want this continued if not it will be deleted

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