A/N: Hello, Minna-san! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! This is the story of Atobe I'm talking about. I am sorry it is late, Christmas was hectic.

I am sorry for putting a new story even though I have not finish the other ones. But please understand me. New ideas always come and I couldn't just sit in a corner and do nothing about it.

This is a story originally from Cheating on Her by Under A Cloud, a fellow ff writer and reader. I asked for a permission to write a story for Atobe's part. The lead female protagonist in the said story doesn't have a name, so I will be giving one. An Atobex OC story. Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis is not mine! And The story's main foundation is from Cheating on Her by Under A Cloud-sama.

Chapter 1: The Prologue (This is the one in the Cheating on Her, so you guys know what I'm talking about.)

"Milady, please take a look at these photos," a woman dressed in a frilly French maid costume bowed before the beautiful young lady sat upon a lavish leather sofa, offering a sealed package to her mistress.

"Maria, I believed I have already told you not to meddle with Keigo's affairs. Like I've said, it doesn't matter how much he plays around, or who's sleeping with. In the end, the person who he will be wed to is me. Our parents will not allow for otherwise," said that lady indifferently, face bereft of emotions, as she daintily sipped from an exquisite yellow teacup.

"Please pardon me, milady, but I truly think that you should take a look at what the PI sent in this time," Maria knelt down in a servile manner and pleaded with her mistress.

"Throw it away, maria," her mistress' stance was firm.

"But milady-" Maria tried once more but she was cut off by her lady.

"I said throw it away. Did I not make myself clear?" Her voice was raised with a slightly sharp edge.

"...I understand, milady. Please excuse me," Maria lowered her head in defeat and retreated.

Her lady's expression never faltered throughout the entire conversation, she merely continued sipping from a cup that was long empty. Her eyes appeared to be taking in everything passively, like the submissive trophy wife she was raised to be, but upon closer inspection, one would notice that nothing was reflected within the dull, murky pools.

But it was truly alright, really, as long as she was the one who will marry into the Atobe family, as long as she was the legal spouse of Atobe Keigo... nothing else mattered.

"Sign it," ordered Atobe as he threw the document in front of her. Impatiently, yet not short of the grace he was raised to perform any task with, Atobe folded his arms across his chest. He didn't even bother to explain to her what was written in the document. She didn't ask, either, merely picked it up and glance through it herself. Her fair face turned paler and paler with each word she took in and she mechanically lifted her head, dull eyes, for once was filled with an appreciable display of emotions.

Atobe raised an eyebrow, should he be amused or ashamed that the first and perhaps only time he will witness emotions on his fiancee's face was when their engagement was about to be annulled? Ah well, doesn't matter, he never liked this woman anyway. She was someone his father selected for him and right on their first meeting, he was quick to label her as a lifeless doll even before they exchange their first words. He had taken an immediate dislike to her from then on after. Atobe certainly didn't want to spend the rest of his life with a doll, he didn't have any fetish of that sort, thank you very much.

"So it's true?" Her voice was soft, there was no bitterness, but she sounded a little forlorn, "That you have been seeing the princess of Kyoto Enterprise?"

"Ore-sama believe my private affairs have nothing to do with you."

She cracked a broken smile, one which was mocking herself. Silly girl, she told herself, how foolish she was to think that their parents' words were enough to bind them together when it was Atobe Keigo they were talking about here. Atobe Keigo always gets what he wants, by hook or by crook. If he wasn't offered what he wanted on a silver plate, he'd reach for it himself. If their parents wouldn't agree to call off their engagement, he'd break it off anyway, and how could she refuse, when her father's company was at stake?

Atobe had offered her two documents, one was a shares transfer agreement involving 40% of her father's company's shares, the other was a restraining order disguised as a legal document which dictates that the two of them should never cross paths again. His message was clear, she understood him perfectly but restraining order? Seriously? There was a sinking part in her heart, one which mercilessly dragged to the deepest depths of her personal hell, making her feel like she was helplessly, hopelessly standing on a damaged rift floating in the middle of the ocean. Did he think of her as some psycho stalker?

"Is it really necessary, Atobe? Do I truly disgust you to such extents?" Words spewed from her lips before she could rein herself in. Her hands quivered, gripping the papers so hard that her knuckles were turning white.

Perhaps it was the helplessness in her tone which succeeded in setting Atobe thinking. Hard, about a matter pertaining to her for once. Did she disgust him? No, Atobe decided. It was true that he disliked her, but disgust was much too harsh.

"No, but I like to ensure that whatever I do will hold through to the end. Ore-sama believe in leaving no stones unturned and eliminating all threats, be they exposed or hidden," he adjusted his tie and glanced at his watch, "if you'd please, hurry up because I have a flight to catch," with the princess of Kyoto Enterprise, though he had chivalry not to mention it in front of his soon-to-be ex-fiancee.

She stared at him, eyes void again, and shakily, she put her pen to the paper, managing the ugliest signature she had given in any legal documents. She the gave the documents back to him, and he merely took a quick look to ensure that she had signed at the right place, after which he picked up his case and left.

"Ore-sama will take care of the rest, this will be our last meeting outside of necessary functions," said Atobe before he exited the room, without as much as a second glance over his shoulder. With a soft 'click', the door was closed, separating the two and leaving her alone in the room. After a long while, she still appeared to be in a daze. Annulment. Shares. Atobe. The last word made her feel giddy and she could only wistfully hope that this, was merely a nightmare, but somewhere deep inside she knew it wasn't. It wasn't a nightmare, everything was real. She really signed those documents which sealed her fate, leaving her one without an Atobe Keigo. She gazed at her right hand which was still gripping the gel pen, and she cracked another smile, this time one which was filled with self-abhorrence.

She couldn't even fulfill her role as politician pawn, even her fiance walked out on her. What else is she good for?

Useless, useless, she's so useless...

A/N: Okay, there it is.. Even though I just rewrite the one in Cheating on Her.

Cheating on Her (c) Under A Cloud

Please look forward the next chapter. Thank you very much. Please review.

P.S. Please do not be shocked if the next chapters of the story are not good (as in, full of grammar mistakes and such) as this first one because I copied this in Cheating on Her so I can cement the pave way to the ending of this story and to show you guys what I am talking about. This is the prologue.