Prologue
Atobe Keigo was running late to class. This in itself was odd, so it should really not have been surprising what happened next. Atobe was mentally cursing his fangirls who had waylaid him by his locker when he ran into someone. And kept going. He only glanced back once and caught a glimpse of blue hair. Weird. Shrugging, Atobe continued on his way. Little did he know, his life was going to change.
Oshitari Yuushi picked up his books, hating his new school already. From what he could tell everyone was exactly the same: ridiculously wealthy, snobbish and perfectly happy to stay that way for the rest of their carefree lavish lives. The boy he had just run into only confirmed his previous assessment. Though it had been quick, Oshitari could tell that the boy was self confident and his clothes looked expensive. Oshitari sighed. This school and its students work ethic irritated Oshitari, the tensai who worked because he liked to learn new things. Oshitari was sure he had already figured this school out and it did not bode well. Of course, Oshitari couldn't have known the boy that had run into him would be the one person he couldn't figure out.
If either boy had known what the other would come to mean, it probably wouldn't have made a difference: if nothing else, they loved a challenge.
Chapter 1:
The dream begun like always: Oshitari stood in a dark room. Alone, except he could clearly hear people moving around him as they passed him by. He didn't move and no one bumped into him. He could feel two eyes staring at him. He turned every which way but to no avail. Suddenly, as though the lights had been turned on, Oshitari saw many bodies, all similarly clad in the Hyoutei uniform. He could see through the masses to where a man walked, followed by a boy who couldn't be more than Oshitari's age. He got the distinct impression that it was the boy who held the power. Interesting. Ever since starting at Hyoutei, Oshitari had wondered who held more power: the students or the teachers?
The bell rang and Oshitari woke up at the end of his English class. It was the last class of the day and he stretched, waiting as his classmates bustled around him. He slowly put his books in his bag and noticed there were two other stragglers in the room. A red head was nudging his friend, seemingly sound asleep, from his slumber.
"Jiroh, c'mon we don't wanna be late for tennis practice!" The red head turned to look for help, and saw Oshitari.
"You! C'mere and help me wake him up," he paused. "Please."
Oshitari shouldered his bag and walked over.
"What do I do?" Oshitari asked, perplexed.
The classroom door opened and a loud voice called, "Gakuto! Hurry up!"
Gakuto and Oshitari looked at the newcomer. There stood a slender boy with the longest hair, pitch black, Oshitari had ever seen.
"I know, Ryoh. Jiroh won't wake up." Gakuto pointed at the sleeping boy.
"Oi! Jiroh, didn' t you have a match with Atobe today?"
The result was instantaneous
"Mou, where'd Keigo get to?" Jiroh sat up, yawning.
Gakuto rolled his eyes at Oshitari. "Figures."
"Hey, I'm Gakuto. The girly one's Ryo and Sleeping Beauty is Jiroh." Gakuto stuck out his hand.
"Oshitari Yuushi." Oshitari took it in a firm grip before letting it go.
Gakuto smiled. "Cool."
"Gekidasa daze," Ryo contradicted before adding, "We're already late."
Gakuto, Ryo and Jiroh moved towards the door as one. Oshitari stood there awkwardly before Gakuto saved him.
"Wanna try out for the tennis team?" He ignored Shisido who made a noise of objection.
Shrugging gracefully, Oshitari nodded. He wanted to meet this Atobe Keigo.
