Title: The Parent Trap
Rating: T
Pairings: None. Mentioned Keisuke/Yuichiro
Summary: Akutagawa Keisuke attends a tennis camp in America and finds a lot more than he bargained for.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Seriously, nothing. Except this re-write of The Parent Trap.
Author's Note: This is actually an idea I had a really long time ago and had kind of started on. So now I am completing it. I have lots of fics to finish. And any I don't get done in the next ten months I can just do on the flight to Narita. YAY TOKYO!
The Parent Trap
Akutagawa Keisuke stared at the name plate of his dorm room. This would be his place of residence for the duration of this American tennis camp. His mother had saved up two years to send him here, and while he was happy to be here he was rather upset that they misspelled his surname. How that was possible was beyond him, but it was spelled wrong. His name was spelled with a 'k' not a 'c'. Sighing, deciding it was pointless to brood, he entered his room to see two twin beds separated by a simple wardrobe.
One bed was already pre-occupied by a red-haired teen laying on his stomach playing a Nintendo DS. A brown eyes looked up briefly at him, the boy raising a hand in salute giving a 'hey' before going back to his game. Keisuke placed his duffle bag down before collapsing onto his bed, he had slight jet lag and felt like sleeping. He had just jumped backward 13 hours. It was merely noon here but back home it was 1 am and his body was screaming at him to sleep.
"Can you speak English?" the boy asked.
"Yes," Keisuke answered back in lightly accented English.
"I'm Jordan Hutchins and you are Keisuke?"
Keisuke grimaced as the boy pronounced his name incorrectly. He really hated when people stressed the 'u' in his name. "It's Keisuke. Pretend the 'u' isn't there," he told the other.
"Why don't I just call you Kei, makes life easier?"
"That's fine," Keisuke agreed, rolling over to sleep.
-ooo000ooo-
Everyone stared as a sleek limousine rolled to a stop outside the prestigious New York school. The driver climbed out, running to the other side and opening the door, bowing low as the occupant stepped out. The other boys and girls couldn't help but stare at the blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty. He looked almost perfect. Far to perfect to be real. Flipping his long hair elegantly behind his shoulder he snapped his fingers, looking at them all with a smirk. "I, Kyoya Atobe, will be the king of this camp."
His servants unloaded his bags, before accompanying their young master inside to his dorm room. He was quite disappointed to see he had a shared dorm room. He had requested a private room but apparently these peasants hadn't comprehended said request. Entering the room he ignored the commoner who introduced himself as David Moors. Kyoya ordered his servants to change the bedding of his pathetically small camp bed before dismissing them for their four week vacation while he resided here.
"Are you going to bother to introduce yourself?" David asked, slightly offended.
"I am Kyoya Atobe, heir to the Atobe fortune."
"Atobe?"
Kyoya scoffed. "Of course a simpleton like you would be unfamiliar with the great Atobe. You can't afford decent jeans after all."
"Hey, that's not cool, okay? Just because I'm here on scholarship doesn't mean I'm any less talented than you. Alright?"
"If you want to gain my respect, peasant, than challenge my tennis skills. Show me your best game and I might give you the honor to consider yourself my acquaintance."
"What a pompous ass. Well, your highness, it's time for lunch and all of us have to eat down in the commons. That includes you," David told the other. "Oh no, eating with commoners whatever will you do?"
"Accommodate, of course. Atobe's always accommodate to the surroundings no matter how bleak said surroundings may be."
-000-
Kyoya scoffed. "You expect me to wait in that line?"
"Yeah, just like everyone else," David sighed, grabbing two trays and handing one back to Kyoya.
"What is this?"
"You put your plate and drink on it, then you fill the plate with food from the buffet," David pointed out.
"You expect me to get food out of the same place as all these other commoners?"
"That's the general idea. Look don't just stand there being disgusted, move!" Giving a soft push David watched as Kyoya stared in disgust at every food they passed. Finally figuring it was hopeless David fixed the self-proclaimed king a plate before dropping it unceremoniously on his tray.
"Your going to eat it or starve. No personal chefs here, rich boy."
"What would you boys like to drink?" a woman behind the counter asked. "We have juice, water, or tea."
"If you don't have black tea than water will have to suffice," Kyoya sighed in annoyance waiting for the woman to pour a simple glass of water. It wasn't even sparkling water. Taking his tray of 'food' Kyoya found a table and sat gracefully down. He couldn't wait for tennis to start so he could destroy all these peasants hopes of unachievable greatness.
-000-
"So do you live in Tokyo?" Jordan asked as they grabbed lunch trays. Keisuke looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You assume because I'm Japanese I live in Tokyo?"
"Actually, it's like the only place in Japan I know," he admitted, scratching the back of his head.
"I live in Hokkaido. That's a little over 4 hours away from Tokyo on the JR line."
"Oh," Jordan nodded, placing food on his plate. "What's the JR line?"
"It's stands for Japan Rail, it's the main system of trains that goes through out Japan. At least the most commonly used."
"What would you dears like to drink? We have juice, tea and water."
"I doubt you have black tea so water is alright," Keisuke told her politely. The women looked up at him, before doing a double take.
"Weren't you just…just a moment ago…I know I just…"
Keisuke looked at her for a moment. "No, I just now got here."
"I must be seeing things than," she sighed. "I could have sworn..oh well, here is your water."
"That was weird. Maybe you have a doppelganger walking around here somewhere."
"Highly doubtful," Keisuke told the other. "She must of merely confused me with someone else."
They took a seat at a corner table. After setting his train down Keisuke placed his hands together. "Itadakimasu."
"What's that?"
"Are you going to question everything I say or do? Don't Americans pray before a meal?"
"Some, not all."
The two boys turned to the food, eating in silence. At least for the first five minutes until Jordan decided more small talk was needed.
"So you have a girlfriend back home?"
"Do you?" Keisuke rebutted.
"OH! Don't get the wrong idea, I wasn't hitting on you or anything. I don't swing like that, I was just asking."
"I didn't say you were hitting on me. Are you insecure with your sexuality?"
"Not really. Just guys hear tend to think you are hitting on them if you ask if they are single. But yeah, I have a girlfriend. We just started going out a week before we came here. We are both going to the same high school next year and all. Well actually we start school in September so really…"
"You're rambling."
"Sorry. So do you have a girl? I saw that hickey, must be really possessive of you."
"I unfortunately am in a relationship with a childhood friend."
"Woah, childhood friend? So when did you two realize it was love? But wait, you said unfortunately, so is there another chick you like?"
"I say unfortunately because I didn't mean to fall in love with the idiot in the first place. Now I can't escape no matter what I do and yes, he is possessive of me."
"Wait, did you say 'he'? Your…oh…that's cool."
Keisuke gave the boy a glare. "Does it matter? I guess if you have to put a label to it than yes, I am homosexual. I prefer men to women but I also find women attractive. SOME women attractive."
"So you are bi, that's cool. Do you find me attractive?"
"No," Keisuke dead-panned.
Jordan glared at him, pushing him arm. "Take your time to answer why don't you?"
They sat in silence once again. After five minutes passed Keisuke almost hopped that Jordan had no more to talk about.
"Soooooo…."
Kami-sama what now?
"You are going to be in the 9th grade right? My age?"
"Not going to be, I am. Our school year starts in April, not September. I'm on my summer break now. I go back to school in September. We get about a month, sometimes less, summer break."
"Why in April?"
"I believe it's because that's when the fiscal year begins, also cherry blossoms bloom is spring. Just seems like the perfect time to attend school."
"What are…"
Keisuke shot the boy a glared silencing him immediately.
-Day 2-
"Alright boys, gather around. Here is how today is going to work. The other coach and myself have divided the twenty of you into two groups of ten. 10 on the far courts, 10 on the forward. This is simple. Bring your best game and destroy your opponents. The last two players standing, one from each group, will verse each other. The overall winner will be camp champion till next week when we hold another tourney. So why are we wasting time, get to playing."
Jordan was excited to get to play Keisuke first. This would be his chance to show off his tennis skills to the other boys. There were only two courts so only two matches were played at a time. Stepping up to the net Jordan shook his roommates hand before placing his racket down. "Which?"
"Smooth."
"Smooth it is," Jordan smiled. "You want to take the first serve?"
"You can."
"Your loss," he laughed.
Not even 15 minutes later Jordan found himself splayed out on the ground, the referee announcing the final score of 6 games to love. Everyone was staring in disbelief at what just happened. Most of them were now afraid to test their skills against the obvious tennis prodigy. No one was going to beat him.
The coach watched in interest. This boy a mere 14 years old was almost as good as professional level tennis players. The other coach ran over to him telling him of a similar happening on the far courts. Briefly he wondered what was going on over in Japan to produce such two extraordinary tennis players. As far as he was aware tennis was not high on the sports priority list in Japan.
"Alright then, our final face off is decided," the coach announced after the last few players had been decimated. "Take a one hour break and then Kyoya Atobe and Keisuke Akutagawa will meet on the center court."
An hour later found everyone staring in disbelief at the mirror images that stood on the courts facing each other. Both boys looked the other one over, eyes narrowing.
"I'll be damned," the coach whispered. "They are mirrors of each other."
"We in no way look alike," Keisuke glared.
"Yes, my appearance is far more superior to this peasant's."
"I don't like you," Keisuke growled. "When I beat your ass into the court we'll see who the peasant is then."
"IF you beat me you mean, which you won't."
"Look, Kyoya. Keisuke. Er…Keisuke. Kyoya…" the coach stuttered, not exactly sure which boy was which.
"I have long hair," Kyoya pointed out. "And my eyes are a much more regal shade of blue than his."
"Yes, but my hair is a true blond not horribly bleached, and at least my nose is straight."
"Who do you think you are talking to me that way you commoner?" Kyoya sneered in angry Japanese.
"At least I'm not the one to get angry over a tiny insult," Keisuke answered back in their native tongue. "Which?"
"You can serve," Kyoya waved off, not even caring for the racket spin.
"Whatever you want, rich boy," Keisuke shrugged. Going to the service line he narrowed his eyes, bouncing the ball hard to the ground. Tossing it up he slammed it hard, sending it speeding over the net to the exact corner of the service box.
"Game Keisuke 5 games all," the referee called an hour later. The coaches looked at each other then to the boys. Their play styles were almost identical to each other. If one of them wanted to win they had to overcome their own abilities.
Kyoya jumped into the air declaring something in Japanese. Keisuke's eyes widened before he quickly switched hands and slammed the smash back.
"You know, it might be a good idea to put those boys as roommates. Keep your friends close your enemies closer," the assistant coach suggested. "If they get to know each other, they may find a way to beat each other. Find a way to overcome their barrier."
"Game and set to Keisuke Akutagawa 7 games to 5."
"I will never accept this result. Come the next tournament I will beat your smug face into the ground you understand that commoner?"
"You know, putting them in the same room maybe just be a good idea," the coach agreed.
-Chapter 1 Owari-