Atobe Keigo knew that the party would be trouble as soon as he received his invitation in the mail. He suspiciously inspected the card, flipping it over, and reading it multiple times.
Sengoku's Big All-School Tennis Club Bash!
You have been invited to Sengoku Kiyosumi's all school Tennis Club party!
When—This Friday, 7:00 PM
Where—My House!
Bring—Sleepover stuff
Please RSVP! You should all know my cell phone number!
Atobe flipped open his cell phone and browsed through the vast amount of numbers until he found Sengoku's. After only a couple of rings the chipper orange haired boy picked up.
"Hello!" he sang merrily.
"Ore-sama is not coming to your stupid party," Atobe blunty informed him.
"Atobe!" Sengoku whined. "Why not?" Atobe could practically see the other's pathetic pouting face.
"Ore-sama does not go to sleepovers. Those are for children."
"You need to lighten up! It will be tons of fun! You could use some time to get in touch with your inner child anyway." Atobe, remained silent, still unconvinced that the party would be fun. "Everyone else is going!" Sengoku added, fully knowing that Atobe didn't care what everyone else was doing.
"Really? Everyone else?" the diva inquired. He could tell that Sengoku was lying.
"Umm…well…actually… a lot of people can't make it." Silence from Atobe's end. "Okay so everyone from my team is gone for the weekend, and I am going to be bored, so I wanted to have a party and if people from other schools don't show up it won't be fun, and I will be sad, and…"
Atobe cut the rambling Sengoku short. "Fine, I will come."
"Can you make sure the rest of your team comes as well?" the peppy boy asked somewhat slyly.
"I'll do what I can. But don't blame me if they don't want to come to your lame party. If given the choice, I wouldn't attend it either."
Sengoku thanked Atobe then hung up. The diva decided that he should at least call his teammates and talk to them about the party. After all, he had promised Sengoku that he would try and convince them.
It turned out that most of the other boys were excited for Sengoku's big bash. Jiroh was bouncing off the walls with joy, for he had just opened his invitation. Ohtori was equally excited as Jiroh, and he promised his buchou that he could convince Shishido to attend with him. Atobe desperately wanted to make a crack about the pair, but he refrained. Gakuto seemed pretty thrilled about the party as well. He kept rambling on, asking if Atobe knew what kind of food there would be, and whether or not they would sing karaoke.
"Like I would know!" an exasperated Atobe cried.
"Oh," Gakuto said, slightly aback taken. "Since you were calling around I figured that you wanted to help Sengoku-san plan his party. So I figured it meant that he…" the red haired boy trailed off.
"What?" Atobe demanded.
"Nothing! Never mind! Can't wait until Friday! Bye!" and with that Gakuto hung up.
Atobe knew his teammate was acting odd, but he couldn't understand why. Shrugging the crazy behavior off, Atobe decided to continue with his mission. He called up Oshitari, who said that if everyone else was going to the party then he might as well attend.
Unfortunately, Kabaji and Hiyoshi were busy on Friday. Atobe had assumed that Kabaji had no life aside from bending to the buchou's every whim and need, so he was quite shocked that the large boy wouldn't be coming.
After he was finished talking to the Hyotei team, he again called Sengoku; just to give him an update on who would be present. The Yamabuki boy was ecstatic that Atobe had ensured the presence of so many of his teammates. He exclaimed that the party was going to be fantastic, and hung up before Atobe could reply.
"If this party isn't trouble, then I'm not perfect," the wealthy youth said aloud. And everybody knew that Atobe was perfect.
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Friday rolled around faster than Atobe had expected. He arrived home, after school and tennis, to find his bags packed with everything he needed for the night. For some reason his suitcase and pillow seemed almost ominous. He truly had a bad feeling about this party. He could read people fairly well and, to him, it seemed like Sengoku was hiding something from them. Deciding there wasn't much he could do to resolve the matter, and knowing that he promised Sengoku that he would come to his party, Atobe called out for his driver. The old man appeared quickly, and Atobe informed him that there was a party he must attend. The young master ordered the driver to prepare the car, and bring it around front.
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"Hello!" a smiling Sengoku greeted. "Come in!" he said, and ushered Atobe inside the house and showed him the appropriate room in which to place his bags.
"You're the first one to arrive. Actually you're a little early," Sengoku informed Atobe, glancing at his watch.
Truthfully, Atobe hadn't even been paying attention to the time. He had left as soon as he realized his bags had been packed. However, he wouldn't allow Sengoku to know he had slipped up.
"I came early to see if you needed help setting up," the lavender haired boy lied quickly. He knew it was unbelievable as soon as the words passed through his lips. Helping others was quite out of character.
However, Sengoku seemed to overlook this detail. "Really?" he asked happily. "That is so nice of you Atobe! Actually, now that you mention it, I wanted to bake a cake. I just love cake! Do you think other people will want some cake? I think…"
Atobe snapped his fingers. Sengoku realized he had been rambling and let out a little chuckle. "Do you want to help me bake it?" he asked, finally getting to the point.
Atobe gave a noncommittal grunt, which Sengoku decided to take as a "yes". He began to walk towards his kitchen when he realized that Atobe wasn't following.
"Atobe-kun!" Sengoku whimpered.
"Don't you have a chef to make your food?"
Sengoku let out a loud laugh. "Does this place look like it has a chef?" With that he instinctually grabbed Atobe's hand, leading him into the small kitchen. Once they had arrived at their destination, Atobe re-claimed his hand, slightly embarrassed that Sengoku had been holding it so comfortably. Sengoku, who seemed to have no shame, simply went around the kitchen, collecting the necessary cooking materials. Maybe it hadn't been that big of a deal. Sengoku had simply been leading him to the kitchen, not holding his hand.
Regaining his composure, Atobe folded his arms and haughtily surveyed Sengoku scuttle about. He was perfectly content with standing around, but Sengoku didn't seem to think it was a good idea.
"Eggs, please?" he asked sweetly. Atobe stood there, blinking at the green eyed boy. "They're in the fridge," Sengoku said, a little smiling coming to his face.
Atobe arched his eyebrow, opened and then shut his mouth. Subsequently, thinking of no smart comment, he opened the fridge. "Ah!" he exclaimed upon swinging the door open. He whirled upon his host. "What is the meaning of all this Sengoku!" he asked, and then pointed inside the refrigerator.
Sengoku bounced over to the fridge so he could see what Atobe's finger was pointing at. "Oh that," he said, grinning mischievously. "That, my friend, is alcohol. And we are drinking it tonight. Anyway, who cares about that! Right now we need to be concerned with the eggs." With that he snaked his arm past Atobe and grabbed two eggs. He was about to set to working preparing the cake, when Sengoku found himself being roughly turned around and pushed against the cabinets.
"Atobe you dirty boy!" Sengoku exclaimed jokingly.
The blue eyed boy ignored the ridiculous comment. "Do you know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught drinking? We're underage! We could be kicked off the team!" Atobe raged.
"We won't be caught. My parents are out of town and if you didn't notice the nearest neighboring houses are too far away to hear what goes on inside my home. It will be fun. I don't know what you are getting so mad about. Now, let's get back to cake making!" Sengoku tried to squirm away, but Atobe was quite strong. "C'mon now Atobe, don't worry about it. Let me go." Still, Atobe did not budge. "Last chance," said the now grinning Sengoku. "You'll regret it otherwise."
Atobe remained unmoving, so Sengoku decided it was time to take action. He leaned in towards Atobe's face and pressed his lips against the diva's. Shocked, Atobe let go of Sengoku. The orange haired youth took advantage of this opportunity and wriggled out of Atobe's grasp.
Once free, he winked at Atobe. "I told you that you'd regret it!"
"You bastard," Atobe snarled. "You dare kiss ore-sama!"
"Apparently so," Sengoku said laughing.
"Nothing about this is funny! Let's just make that damn cake and forget about…about…."
"The kiss," Sengoku supplied.
"Yes. That."
Sengoku started to reply, but any possible words were cut short by the doorbell. "Too late for cake making I guess. It's time for the party to start!" With that Sengoku skipped to the door.
Atobe shook his head. "I knew this party was a bad idea," he mumbled. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't always right."
