Contacts

Chapter two

The two sets of regulars where standing waiting for the instigator of this get together. Oishi was pacing, worried with the fact that Tezuka wasn't there, and that he'd missed the mornings practice. Atobe, watched as the mother hen paced, and finally said.

"Ore-sama does not agree with being made to wait. Where is Tezuka?"

"I don't know I haven't heard from him all day, what if something has happened to him? What if he's been in an accident? What if his arms hurt, or worse his body is a mangled heap of broken bones?" Oishi had officially gone off the deep end in worry, and Eiji was doing all he could to placate the frantic boy.

"Oishi I'm sure Captain's fine. He's probable just running late."

"But Tezuka never runs late." Inui said, looking at his notebook, the momentarily placated Oishi began pacing again, and Eiji glared at the data man.

"Sorry for being late, I had an appointment that ran later than expected." Said a familiar off to the right/left side of the facing players. Who all turned to him, but who they saw, shocked them. That couldn't be who they thought it was.

Standing before them with professionally done hair that laid in pre-thought spikes, one lying sexily over a pair of clear brown eyes undiminished by frames or lens was a stylish dressed model in punk threads. No this definitely wasn't their old-man dressing Captain, with the silver glasses. This guy was hott! and he looked like a high schooler instead of a teacher; for once. Tezuka looked at the group of almost 20 people, trying not to be irritated as they continued to stare right back at him, mouths practically on the ground in shock. Even Atobe didn't know what to say.

Stepping forward to close the gap between him and the others Tezuka frowned. "What are you staring at?"

Atobe seemed to get out of his shock, bring his hand up to rest his chin on is finger he stepped forward and began circling Tezuka. "Well, well Tezuka apparently you do have a sense of fashion under all those prickles. I must say you look good." Atobe finished as he came back to stand in front of Tezuka, and finally getting what the real striking difference about Tezuka was. "Where are you're glasses Tezuka?" Tezuka's chin rose as he gave his captain's frown, which didn't work on the other captain.

"I said I had an appointment today, I received contacts from my optometrist." Atobe's smile grew as he turned, his uniform jacket swooshing behind him.

"Ore-sama is impressed. Right Kabaji?"

"Yes." The tall silent player said. The others finally got their wits together. The regulars, from both teams, began to inspect this new Tezuka in front of them, most giving their own complements. Having enough Tezuka walked through the thong of people, and headed towards the lockers. That's when he heard what he hadn't before. A screech of very loud voices sounded out.

Atobe's fan girls had heard of the practice games, and had decided to come cheer. After seeing the Seigaku boy's the screams had gotten loader. They began rushing the courts. When Tezuka turned to look over his shoulder to see the ruckus was, the stampeding girls stopped hearts popping in their eyes. They didn't know who this new person was, but was HOTT!!.

Drooling commenced. "AAAAHHH, Get him girls!!" Yelled the leader, and the girls and for the first time in his life Tezuka's eyes widen as he turned and ran for the locker room. Thinking…

"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE MY GLASSES BROKE."

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Well that was my short little ditty. I hoped it was okay. I was listening to Good Charlotte "Don't want to be in love." When this idea popped up, don't know why. Reviews are always welcome

Blackdove of blessings.