Hello minna!

So, I am currently down with chicken pox and I decided, why not write a fanfic while being bedridden? So, here it is =)))

This is my first Pillar pair fic (which is my favourite PoT pair). And probably my first attempt (or "plan", depends on the feedback) on a multiple chapter fic (more than 2 xD).

So yeah… Prologue or first chapter… whatever =)))

Hope you enjoy! This is just short though… xD

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of the characters, only the storyline =))

~Sightless Melody~

Tezuka POV (obviously xD)

I am Tezuka Kunimitsu. I work in the music industry and vowed to find talents wherever they are. Rumor has it that if I was the one to introduce a person to the industry, they'll surely reach the top. I beg to disagree. They just had it in them, I just pointed it out and they did all the work. I don't usually handle any artist; I almost always pass it to Fuji Syuusuke, a person with the same line of work. That guy is great at his job but sometimes gets on my nerves. It's hard to know what he's thinking 'cause his eyes are always closed. How he sees, I wouldn't know. He's the type of guy who always plans things. And I think that he's some kind of a sadist, because when we all go and watch films, he often laughs when someone's tortured or in pain. And most of the time, I don't know if he's serious with his work or just passing time. That's what makes me hostile towards him. I am passionate about my work and to not know if he's serious annoys me. That's why I usually give him artists that compliment his attitude. If I train and manage an artist he or she must have the determination and ultimate passion because, as Fuji said, I am needlessly strict. It just shows my confidence in them.

I turned on the radio in my office and the sound of "Sugar Blast" instantly filled the room. This is sung by Ryuuzaki Sakuno or popularly known as Princess Saku. She's the daughter of my tennis mentor and she's a very shy and timid girl. Always had her head down and stuttered a lot. At first glance, it was impossible to guess that she possess a powerful voice and remarkable dancing skills. But thank God I was dragged by my mentor to her school play. I talked to them right after the play about possibly becoming the next teen sensation. It was easy to make them agree but it was a good 2 months before Fuji was able to work his magic and (almost) stopped her stutterings and nervousness. And after 5 months, she's still topping the charts.

As the song comes to an end, the dj started to introduce the next song and its artist. It made me cringe as I remember that immensely annoying singer. Before I even start to go down the memory lane, the song already made its way in my ears, "Royal Pain" by Atobe Keigo or King (as he wanted to be called). One year ago, he suddenly barged in my studio and demanded that I manage him. It was a big headache especially with all his "ore-sama" talk. But I couldn't say no because his incredible tenor voice and clean falsetto was perfect for the song that I composed months before (which remained unsung then).

Speaking of songs, I still haven't found an inspiration for my next song. It has been 2 weeks since I've had this writer's block and it's taking its toll on me. This almost never happen to me because I always try to expose myself to nature and anything inspiring, really.

I went in my mini kitchen and poured myself some tea. I have to relax.

Knock, knock, knock.

Great. I walked towards the door and opened it. I surprised myself by not being surprised by Fuji's presence. "Yo, Tezuka", he said still with his eyes closed, "how's the new song going?" I know that smile, the smile that knows everything and is plotting something.

"Not great," I stated before taking a sip of tea. "Ara, that's too bad." His smile seemed to have stretched by a centimetre. "But, worry not. I have a great idea."

Oh, I wouldn't want to know. Last time he suggested something, I was hooked up with some unknown girl.

"I know last time didn't go well but surely, this one would", he defended, "I'll even join you", he continued. "It's a relaxing cafe, great place, exquisite food and soothing music. For sure you'll be able to write again in no time."

I don't know if I should trust this guy ever again. But it's better than staying here and being able to write nothing. "Okay, when and where?" I asked him.

"7pm tonight, Ethereal bar just down town. Wear something... casual" Before I could even voice out my complain, he left as soon as he came. Sigh. That's 2 hours from now, I fixed my things and headed home.

So, yeah. It's really short. =))) I'd like to get your opinion on whether this should be continued or whatnot. I haven't written anything after this as of yet. Review and creative criticism please =D