A/N: Hello readers! Another Atobe fic but this one will involve AtobexOC. I was inspired to choose an OC from across the world because I was recently oversea and it's crazy how much things change going back and forth. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own PoT or any of its characters, but Alice is someone I created!

The Atobe mansion was a grand place filled with wonderful things. There were crystal chandeliers, royal carpets, winding staircases, and richly varnished wood trimmings. The outside of the mansion was just as impressive as the inside with a luxurious in-ground pool, private tennis courts, and a long driveway that twisted around a magnificent fountain. The servants of the mansion were trim and proper, wearing crisp black uniforms with snow-white gloves. The young master, Keigo Atobe, was proud of his surroundings as he was the king and it was his castle. His parents were rarely home and spent a lot of their time in England and other European countries doing business for the Atobe company.

Atobe remembered growing up in England and some of the memories weren't exactly happy. He had attended the King's Primary school in Britain and was constantly picked on. Looking back on it he assumed that most of the others were jealous of his money or that they picked him out because he was Japanese. In truth, Atobe was not entirely Japanese as English blood also flowed in his veins. The only real friend he had in England was Kabaji who had also attended the same school and then transferred with him to Hyotei Gakuen in Japan. Atobe started playing tennis as a young boy and worked hard to achieve the level of skill he now had. He had suffered many defeats on his journey to become king of Hyotei but now he was virtually untouchable.

Atobe had a rigorous and rigid schedule that he followed each and every day. His morning started at 6:00am where his alarm woke him up so he could go to breakfast that his servants prepared for him. After eating the young master would go for a morning run on the grounds of the estate and then take one of the horses from the stables for a ride. He would then return to the mansion and head for the driveway. A limousine was always waiting out front to take him to Hyotei where he would arrive for morning tennis practice that he only attended the second half of.

"Good morning," coach Sakaki said to the tennis captain as he walked toward the school's purple tennis courts.

Atobe nodded in response, "Good morning."

The air was cool and still slightly foggy from the early hour. Atobe inhaled deeply and looked to the courts where he saw his teammates practicing. He gave the coach another nod before taking his leave.

"Atobe-buchou!" Akutagawa cried out with a grin; waving.

Atobe smirked slightly, "I trust you're doing all you can to prepare for our next match?" he asked everyone.

The various members glanced at each other and then back at their captain, all nodding.

"Excellent, during our afternoon session we will be working on endurance. Some of you need to put some more effort into this as it's your prime weakness."

Mukahi's eyes shot to the ground and he frowned, knowing perfectly well that the comment was somewhat aimed at him. Oshitari put a reassuring hand on his doubles partner's shoulder.

"We all have things we need to work on," Oshitari told him.

The morning practice continued and ended after a few practice matches. The boys trudged to the locker room where they showered and put on their Hyotei Gakuen school uniforms. Atobe pulled a bottle of expensive cologne from his bag and sprayed it on himself with a satisfied smile. He eyed himself in a nearby mirror and marveled at the way his hair was so perfect that day.

Atobe traveled to his first period science class with a smug expression and sat down at his desk, adjusting his tan Hyotei uniform jacket. He reached up and checked his burnt orange tie; making sure that it was tight and straight. The teacher began the morning class and Atobe paid strict attention. His grades were top notch and he was naturally intelligent, but he still always remained engaged in class. The teachers thought he was a bright young man and enjoyed having him in their school.

Atobe breezed easily through the morning and found himself sitting in the student council room in his presidential chair. He had eaten his lunch and was preparing for a meeting with the captain of the bowling team. Atobe chuckled at the thought since he really didn't see how bowling was a sport. He had met with the captain previously who was a nerdy and fidgety boy with no coordination. The tennis captain drummed his fingers impatiently on the smooth wooden table in front of him.

"When is he supposed to be here?" Atobe asked his secretary with an annoyed voice, "Ore-sama is busy."

She looked down at her planner quickly, "It should be any second!"

Atobe let out a huff and glared at the door into the student council room until it swung open. He opened his mouth to begin scolding the boy for keeping him waiting but paused when he laid eyes on a dark haired brunette. Atobe blinked in confusion and turned to his secretary. She looked at him helplessly and shrugged.

"Who are you? Ore-sama has an appointment," Atobe questioned.

The girl walked in and sat down in the chair adjacent to Atobe and across from his secretary.

"I am your appointment," she stated bluntly.

"You aren't the bowling team's captain."

"I am now."

The room was silent and Atobe frowned at the girl who stared back at him with lavender eyes.

He swallowed, "Okay then, what are you here for?"

"We need new uniforms," she replied in a matter a fact tone.

Atobe's eyebrows shot up, "Ore-sama is not allowing a team with no real standing to get new uniforms. Is that really even a sport?"

The girl scowled, "It is, and I want the new uniforms. We wear the school shirts from class because we don't have any."

Atobe pondered momentarily and then spoke, "I can't agree to this, uniforms are a big investment."

"You don't have any trouble investing in the tennis team," she snapped.

Atobe stopped and stared, "I'm sorry, what's your name and what class are you in?"

"I'm a second year, class 2-A, seat number 4," she replied hotly, "My name is Alice Turner."

Atobe observed her skeptically. He had never really seen her around and noticed that her Japanese carried a bit of an unusual accent.

"Allow Ore-sama to watch one of your practices. If you are deemed worthy, you will receive new uniforms."

"We practice at the alley down the street after school," Alice said, "Do what you want, but don't disrupt us."

Atobe watched as she stood and briskly left the room; her skirt swishing behind her. He glanced down at his watch and decided that there was enough time between school ending and tennis practice that he could make it to the bowling alley. There was no student council meeting that day so it was perfect to head out after class let out.

….

The final bell rang and Atobe left his sixth period Geometry class quickly. He made his way to the student council room and gathered a small stack of paperwork that he needed to look at later. As he made his way out of Hyotei's front gates he looked right and then left, frowning. He had never been to the bowling alley and had no idea which way it was. Atobe strode up to his limo and his driver opened the door for him. The tennis captain slid in and crossed his arms as the driver sat down in front.

"Take Ore-sama to the bowling alley."

The driver looked at the boy in his rearview mirror in confusion.

"Sir?"

"Just do it."

The driver nodded and the car began to move. In seconds they were in front of the alley and Atobe opened the door as his driver rushed around to him.

"Be here in time to take me back to school for tennis at four."

The driver nodded, "Yes, of course."

Atobe watched the car leave and turned to the doors of the alley. He entered and his onyx eyes darted around until they landed on a familiar person. He quickly walked down to the end of the lanes of the alley and called out.

"Ore-sama has decided to grace you by coming here. Let's make this quick."

Alice stared back at the student council president incredulously and the other bowlers looked at her meekly.

"Is this co-ed?" Atobe asked, glancing around.

"No, there's a boys team and a girls team, but our matches are at the same times and places."

"Where's the boy's captain?" Atobe asked.

"He quit," Alice stated.

Atobe grimaced, how on earth did she expect him to grant this train wreck of a team new uniforms?

"Sit there or something, we're starting."

Atobe scowled at her order and sat down slowly in a chair that was just off of the wooden lanes. He stared at their odd shoes and his frown deepened as he watched several members lifting one of their feet up and wiping the bottom of their shoe with their hand. The lanes turned on and Alice began calling out names and assigning them to lanes. She spaced the members out so there were two per lane and she was directly in front of Atobe. He let out a huff and leaned back in his chair.

"How is this athletic? They're standing around and throwing a ball down at some pins… classless," he grumbled, feeling like his time was being severely wasted.

The crashing of falling pins boomed loudly and Atobe's eyebrows shot up as he watched teammates giving Alice high fives. The king blinked and leaned forward, wanting her to do it again while he was actually paying attention. Once her partner had gone Alice picked up her ball and walked to the dots, bending her knees slightly with the ball poised to throw. She took four smooth steps and threw the ball. Atobe watched with surprise in his features as the ball rotated vigorously down the lane, causing it to hook toward the pins. It hit them square in the pocket, causing another explosion.

"Nice one Alice! How are you so smooth? I don't even hear your ball land on the lane when you throw it!" once of the female team members said.

Alice smiled and shrugged, "Practice I guess."

Atobe could instantly tell she was on another level compared to the others. No one else could make the ball hook to the pins and they seemed uncoordinated as they stumbled up to the line.

"She throws faster and harder than most boys."

Atobe turned in his seat quickly to see a middle-aged man looking down at him.

"I understand you're the student council president? I'm the bowling coach. I don't know much about the technical aspects… I was asked to take the position because there was no one else. I guess my biggest goal is to support the kids. Alice is a big help, she tries to work with everyone."

Atobe swallowed dryly, "I see… pardon me for asking, but if she's so good and the rest of the team is so horrible…" he trailed off.

"Luckily," the coach cut in, "In bowling there are single and team events, so Alice can move on in tournaments and in standing as an individual bowling in singles."

"Hmm," Atobe hummed out, wondering how it compared to singles and doubles in tennis.

"We really do need uniforms, they don't need to be expensive, just something that will make us look like a team," the coach said.

Atobe glanced down at his watch and realized his driver was probably outside to take him to tennis. He stood and adjusted his tan Hyotei jacket.

In a low voice he spoke to the coach as he started walking away, "Ore-sama will see what can be done."