I have written! Sadly I still haven't started on the second chapter to my other Tango fic "Scores of a Tango" I'll get going on it as soon as mid-terms are over and I'm out for Christmas break. Until then please enjoy this!

Atobe always viewed Sanada as a strange guy. He was large, oafish, old looking yet still remarkably handsome in a confusing way. There wasn't anything great about him. He had a boring routine of waking up at a freaking bright as hell time, doing all sorts of stuff, then went to school for morning tennis training. If anything Atobe had to commend him for doing that while he was still asleep.

Though there were some things about him that Atobe couldn't help but marvel at as well. Sanada's looks for instance, old as anything with that strange square nose just stuck out there, but yet Atobe couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from him. Sanada would always comment on Atobe's terrible staring habit and say that he needed to stop such things. Atobe however would find some type of messed up excuse as to why he was staring. The bluntest ways never worked with Sanada, course neither did beating around he bush. Sanada was smart, just not quick on the draw, unless it was tennis. Though there were other things that were rather elusive about Sanada, his smile, the absence of his hat, his habit of humming and singing to himself.

"Sanada," Atobe started, leaning back on his hands and looks at looked at Sanada upside down. "Do you sing well?"

Sanada frowned at the questioned and then shook his head, not bothering to look up from the book he had in his hands. It was a classic of Japanese war history. "I have a music class, but that was only at the request of my mother. I'm not fond of singing."

Atobe sighed at the response and laid back entirely against his bed before rolling over onto his stomach. He hated Sanada's short answers, they were always a bothersome thing. He knew enough about the other to know when to disturb him and when not to. Reading, when Sanada actually did it, was not to be disturbed. When it was answers, much like the one just given, were always to be received. Today, however, Atobe felt the need to annoy his companion. What would Sanada do, leave? He wouldn't dare do such a thing if he valued his sanity enough.

"But you have a decent enough voice. You'd make a lovely baritone…"

"Atobe," Sanada closed the book, making a mental notation of the page before doing so, and looked back at the other. "I don't like to sing, I don't care what you think of my voice. I. Do. Not. Sing."

Atobe frowned, "Well no need to get touchy about it. All I did was compliment you, Sanada, you could at least say 'thank you' for it." He looked to the side and added in a low voice "Because you totally don't hum with your mother constantly while she cooks…you liar…"

So that was wonderfully pointless? Indeed it was. I hope that all of you enjoyed this terrible little embarassment. Comments and reviews are always appreciated.

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