AN: Hi! Thank you for the reviews. I appreciate it so much! So here is the promised second chapter always full of confusing dialect. xD
Now if you are ready for some serious awkwardness press onward.
I do not own some of the parodies I made in here, and from onward probably won't. xD Some facts come from Prince of Tennis volume 40.5.
"Hmph," Atobe crossed his arms and legs apart standing tall looking dominant even in a park filled with strangers kissing behind him as he stood by the gate glaring at the late arriver. Technically he was right on time and Atobe came a few minutes earlier. He was displeased that he was the one who had to wait in such a place, but since he was prideful he wouldn't break a promise. Even if it wasn't even a promise to begin with.
The silver haired male had changed out of his uniform into something casual. A white collared shirt with the first button open revealing a hint of gold underneath which happened to be a necklace. To contrast the white he layered on a thick black leather jacket that glinted less then him, but enough to make a point. To match the upper attire he wore black jeans of a famous designer with gold trims that were barely seen, but it went well with his silver belt that just peeked out below his shirt. Down to his leather shoes, everything was in top condition, expected of the King of Hyoutei. Even if it was a sudden outing, he didn't dare go out without looking like he owned the place, no matter how young he was.
In comparison, Tezuka looked out of place coming in his school uniform he changed into just after practice. He didn't have the nerve to go home once so he came looking like he just had tennis practice a while ago. He still carried his tennis bag around too. The captain of Seigaku mirrored the other's posture, crossing his arms as well.
"Well?" Atobe tilted his head upward, covering his lack of height with attitude, looking down on the taller male with narrowed eyes. He was still pretty much pissed off from the brunette's lack of explanation, however he was willing to listen to the other since he came anyway. "What did you call me for?"
"Use your insight," Tezuka stated pushing his spectacles upward. He sometimes wished people could understand him as easily as Fuji or his mother.
The arrogant male dropped his arms to the side and sighed, raising his right hand level with his face and stared, hard. There seemed to be a band-aid on his third finger that the brunette noticed before he shifted uncomfortably under the stare, taking a step back from the other buchou defensively. Atobe took offense to that. "Look! You were the one that told me to-"
"…It was a joke."
An awkward silence had befallen the two, while Atobe half twitched in his frozen state, letting his hand once again drop to his side. A moment later, he recovered from the shock, and let out sort of a sigh that was half a laugh. "That aside, you didn't come here only to test that joke out on me did you?"
"On the contrary I did."
In response to the silver haired male's half a fist in the air, Tezuka took another step back holding his hands out to the front with a sweat drop.
He could usually keep his cool in front of people, not letting unnecessary things slip out of his mouth, but for some reason it was worth it to see the other entertained even if a little. A little known fact about him was that he actually did like comedy, often watching humorous TV programs. Only Oishi seemed to know this about him. He didn't speak much, but that wasn't because he didn't know what to say, he just didn't have much to say in general and as a student body representative and captain, he wanted to keep a calm demeanor up so others would follow his example. Yet, he found himself letting it down in front of his rival and no matter how many times he asked himself why, he couldn't find the true reason. He found it comfortable to be acting some random sit-com with him even in public.
Speaking of public-
"Let's change locations," He suggested, finally catching onto the late dating scene for teenage couples or drunken men doing things with other drunken men that they would most likely regret in the morning.
Atobe understood that Tezuka wouldn't tell him what he was called out for until they could find a place to talk so he complied, though making sure his discontent was expressed through his heavy sighs and irritated looks. However, the oblivious one remained, well, oblivious. Thus as they walked, one male became more and more irritated wondering why his pride wouldn't allow him to back down. He treated this like a fight and he wouldn't feel like he won until he figured out what Tezuka wanted to say. While he remained exasperated the brunette took notice to his hand once more.
"What happened?" He said eying the bandage, and breaking the silence between them.
Looking ruffled by the sudden question, the male pocketed his hand and replied in a low voice, "A cactus somehow got into my tennis bag."
No matter how odd that sounded, Tezuka knew that wasn't a joke. He purposely switched his position, walking on the left side of Atobe, steering him off from the course that would have passed by Fuji's house. How it made its way there was still a mystery, but he didn't dare question it.
They settled on a sloped field that ended with a stream separating an identical field across from it. During this time, the sun had almost set, casting a purple orange glow on the liquid surface. The water made a calming sound as it rushed as its own pace against its shores and ground. Atobe sat down unwillingly next to Tezuka, who placed his bag down next to himself on the other side, watching the water run without an expression on his face. The silver haired male opened his mouth to ask why he was called again, but the taller spoke first, cutting off his attempt.
"When I first met you, I thought you were all show," the brunette said, his placement of sight unapparent because of the glare cast on his glasses. Atobe was about to reply, but he was once again cut off. "I thought you were some arrogant rich kid with above average looks that took tennis lightly. Also, your flashiness, I couldn't believe you were a Jr. High student."
"Now wait a minute. You're the last person I want to hear that from," He was sick of being cut off and he couldn't believe what he heard. "You- when I first saw you, I could have been told I was facing the coach and would have still believed it."
"So I've been told," he looked at the other with a somewhat worried expression. "Do I really?"
"Yes."
"Oh," he pushed his glasses up for the second time and replaced it with his usual nonchalant countenance. Yet somehow he seemed upset about that.
The other seemed to notice this, and decided to put in his two cents. "Well you're really stiff all the time. If you were to smile a bit more, then you might…look younger. Well…if it doesn't work, just stand next to Sanada."
Not wanting to be lumped in with a guy that could pass for a 30 year old salesman, Tezuka turned his head back at Atobe. "Like this?" Behind the brunette's unruly hair, the other raised an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"…Heh…" the emperor of ice really looked like he had a conflict going on in his mind. Soon, something broke his concentration and he couldn't hold in his laughter anymore. "Ahahaha! Tezukaaaa!"
The brunette made a clicking sound with his tongue turning to face the opposite way with a sulky look. The other was holding onto his own stomach, laughing hard at the face that was made just a while ago. He knew it didn't fit him, but how about considering how he felt being laughed at for trying to smile? He found a new kind of respect for Sanada who had the same problem he did. However, it didn't feel too bad to know that he had made the other laugh. It wasn't one of his usual sarcastic ones although it was mocking him slightly. He peeked from the corner of his eye to watch the other trying to catch his breath. No, Atobe wasn't all show. Nor did he take tennis lightly. They both knew how much tennis meant to each other, but now, he felt this wasn't really about tennis anymore.
"Hey, hey I'm sorry okay? But that was just… hahaha, do it again!"
Tezuka found himself staring. He hadn't seen the other laugh so much, as if he forgot that this was still outside, and he wondered why the other looked so beautiful doing so, even if he was laughing about his face. He blushed, covering his face with his arms and resting it on his knee. "I refuse."
------
Kuni sighed. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times, watching as things started to change in the mind of Tezuka Kunimitsu. It was remarkable what became apparent in the last half an hour, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to admit it.
"It seems as though there is no other explanation," Mitsu walked up to his other self. "Atobe Keigo is the someone just for you."
Kuni pushed Mitsu away this time. "Stop reading Chobits."
------
The silver haired male was trying to pull the other away from his arm, half apologizing, but a smirk still on his face after laughing so much. Tezuka didn't want to be seen at the moment, but the other won after almost placing himself completely on top of the other. He had a confused frown on his face along with an embarrassed blush. Atobe seemed confused by the expression, feeling as if he had crossed a line he wasn't supposed to before his thoughts were cut off from being pulled down.
"Te…zuka?" he was held in a tight embrace, the other below him not about to let go anytime soon.
"I wanted to see you and make sure Atobe," the confused boy could feel the vibration from the brunette against his cheek as he rested on his chest.
Soon, the grip loosened and they sat up, but before Atobe could recover from confusion, the brunette had caressed his cheek their lips meeting in the most awkward kiss one could imagine.
AN: Thanks for reading again~ Next chapter will be the last. Until then~!
