Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
A/N So I had this idea and decided to write it. I hope you guys like it. I think its kinda serious cause I didn't really know how to get my point across and be funny at the same time. So please tell me if you like it or not . Thanks
Atobe Keigo was beginning to hate the saying "money can't buy you happiness." Did
anyone really know for sure that money couldn't buy you happiness. Or was it just a
saying that poor people had to make themselves feel better about being poor. But
what was really making Atobe pissed was that (though he was loathe to admit it)
he knew the saying was true. I mean here he was, rich, handsome, popular.
He had anything he could ever want. A mansion, servants to wait on his every whim,
and if he had been old enough, he would have had his choice of cars. And yet he
was empty. He had servants, he had minions, He didn't have friends. He had a
house, in fact he had houses, but he didn't have anyone to live in them with him.
His parents had never tucked him in at night. They had never cooked him breakfast,
wished him a good day at school or dropped him off of picked him up anywhere.
That was the job for nannies, cooks, chauffeurs, and other assorted people that
his parents paid to look after him. When he came to this sad realization when he
was younger, he tried to make up for his lonelyness with things. But things hadn't
filled the gaping hole in his heart. So he tried to mask it instead. He masked his
loneliness with confidence. As he grew so did his confidence till he was no longer
confident but arrogant. Everyone knew of Atobe Keigo, captain of Hyotei's Tennis
team, With his arrogant smirk, killer tennis moves, nearly unbeatable game, and a
penchant for referring to himself as "ore-sama", nobody had the slighteous idea that
Atobe was empty. No one knew that his confidence was the act of a lonely,
neglected boy. At fourteen it looked like he had it all, when in reality he felt like he
had nothing. In his quest for fulfillment he sought out perfection. If he was perfect
then he wouldn't have this void, that no matter how much tennis he played would
never be filled .But if anyone asked him he would have said that he was "perfection
personified". It was all part of his act. It felt like his whole life was an act. That is till
he met Tezuka. And in Tezuka he felt he met someone who put up masks just like
him.
A/N So that was my story . Its only my third one and I hope you like it .Please don't hurt me if you think I totally ruined Atobe. I was wondering if I should just leave it like this or write Tezuka's story?Tell me if you think I should.
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