I hope that by checking the summary of this story you have realized that this is now an OT6 (Yukimura) story. I had put up a poll but only two people voted so I closed it (I wanted to post the third chapter so I decided to use the then-current results of the poll). It will go in this order - Royal Pair, then Sanada, Fuji/Tezuka, and lastly Yukimura. Please review because reviews make my year (literally - then I don't get depressed) and also, I hope none of the characters are OOC. If you find anything wrong with any of the chapters, please leave the corrections in your review (with some nice comments *blush*) or feel free to PM me. Flames are (probably) ... okay.

If you are against this story turning into an OT6 from a Royal Pair fanfic, I am sorry - I will not edit this chapter. Or any other ones.

Enjoy! *and review*

Atobe closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The door opened and Sanada came in. 'Why is he sleeping again?' He asked in that deep voice of his. Atobe said, 'That's how he rolls. Brat, wake up, Sanada's here.' Ryoma raised his head. 'Mada mada, Black Cap.' Sanada kissed him slightly, and then kissed Atobe. 'What are these?' He asked.

Atobe said, 'Photos of our relationship. They don't mainly feature you, Syuusuke, Kunimitsu or Seiichi. Remember we were the first ones to get together? On our anniversary Syuusuke gifted us these. While you idiots didn't even realize there was an anniversary for ore-sama and Ryoma.'

Sanada shrugged. Then he lifted Ryoma, sat beside Atobe, and then laid the still-sleeping boy across their laps. 'You look very angry in this.'

'Of course – at that time we were the only ones in this relationship, and we were fighting over you.'

The next photo was of them shouting at each other.

Their First Fight: Memory #3

It was their umpteenth tennis match. It was the first time Ryoma didn't want to play tennis. And of course, Atobe wouldn't do with that. He was adamant that Ryoma had to play against him so he could understand just how unskilled he was against Mr. Rich-Arrogant-Narcissistic-Bastard.

'Mada mada dane.' Ryoma said slowly, stroking the back of Karupin's ears. Karupin mewled softly. Atobe's mind flew into the gutter with that one sound. 'Ryoma...' He murmured softly. 'Are you sure you don't want to see ore-sama's sexiness in a tennis court?' He put on his best seductive voice. Ryoma was sitting on the carpeted floor along with his cat, and now Atobe got off the bed, and crawled on all fours toward his koibito. Of course it damaged his pride and ego but he hadn't played tennis for a while now, and being a tennis freak like Ryoma, he wanted to play at any cost, even if it was the destruction of his vanity. Pride screwed to hell.

'I don't get seduced by idiots like you, Monkey King. You don't know how to seduce people.' Ryoma said, smiling as Karupin jumped up on his shoulders and licked his cheek.

Atobe reckoned he was right. Because people fell for him as soon as they saw his sexily-smirking face... so he'd thought he didn't need to learn the art of seduction fully.

He was wrong about that. And pissed off by Karupin. 'HEY! You – you cat, licking his cheek is ORE-SAMA'S job, you get what ore-sama says?!'

Karupin meowed loudly, scurrying to the far side of Ryoma, who glowered at Atobe. 'Don't scare my cat.'

'He licked your cheek!' Atobe accused.

'Only you would get jealous of a CAT.' Ryoma said. He rolled his eyes.

'What's the name of that hyperactive bandage-face you have on your peasant team?'

'Eiji-senpai would never lick my cheek. Oishi-sempai's cheek, yes, but not mine.'

'But he embraces you!' Atobe was grabbing at straws.

'... Jealous Monkey King. Get over it; I'm more lovable than you.'

HAH! As if. Atobe smirked. 'You – lovable? Sanada Genichirou – oh, no, KUNIMITSU TEZUKA is cuddlier than YOU. Brat.'

'I will swear at you if you call me "brat" once more.' Ryoma said as Karupin nuzzled him.

'Oh, yes, ore-sama doesn't want to risk that. In case your tennis-brain took that seriously, ore-sama was being sarcastic.'

'Mada mada dane.'

'What is with you and that mocking phrase?'

'It knocks you down a peg. I'm perfectly satisfied with it.' Ryoma smirked, getting up. 'I'm going to take a shower.'

He disappeared inside the bathroom.

Atobe smirked evilly. Karupin was suddenly fearful for his master as Atobe went inside the bathroom, pulling off his shirt along the way.

***

The clerk took out a handkerchief and patted around her mouth daintily. She'd just returned from Kawamura Sushi-ya for her shift. The door clinked and two boys entered the shop. Her eyes widened comically. Both were HOT. She blushed suddenly. The older-looking of the two approached her while the white-capped boy (who was mysteriously limping and growling something under his breath) went straight over to the racket-frame section.

'Hello.' His voice was very attractive. Just like the rest of him.

'Good afternoon, sir, how may I help you?' She said, batting her eyelashes once per two words. She hoped the gorgeous boy was single.

Too bad for her, he wasn't single. He wasn't straight, either.

'Oh, ore-sama is just here because of him.' Atobe waved a careless hand toward Ryoma's general direction.

The clerk nodded. 'I see. Is there anything sir would like to buy?'

'No, I have what I want.' He smirked dirtily. The clerk didn't get the implied double meaning (that's why she was smirking back).

'Sanada-san!' Ryoma exclaimed from somewhere. In the (fifteenth) blink of an eye Atobe vanished from the clerk's sight.

'Hey—brat, what are you—' Atobe began, but was interrupted by Sanada replying, 'Good to see you, Echizen.'

Atobe's eyes widened. Sanada hadn't used an honorific after his koibito's name.

'It's been a while.' Ryoma was blushing slightly, and Atobe didn't miss that. Sanada didn't either. Was the stoic vice-captain enjoying it? 'Long time, Atobe-kun.'

'Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Ore-sama ni bigi ni yoi na!'

Be awed at the sight of my prowess...? Why the hell was he using it HERE, of all situations?

Sanada soon found out as Atobe grabbed Ryoma's arm, three-four tennis racket frames and grip tape, and then dragged Ryoma away after giving Sanada a death glare behind a wide smile.

Prowess in dragging people away, he meant.

He quickly paid for the stuff and didn't allow Ryoma to protest (how could he? Ryoma had Atobe's handkerchief in his mouth, and for good measure, his hand was clamped down over his mouth too).

He removed the gag and his hand as soon as they reached a place far away from the shop.

***

'What are they doing here?' Fuji muttered. He had come to the street courts for the ice-cream vendor (he was the only one that sold wasabi-flavoured ice-cream, you see) and then he saw Atobe and Ryoma going into the wilderness that three-fourths surrounded the courts. He bought the ice-cream (lucky he'd brought along his camera) and then made his way over to the two.

***

'ARE YOU PURPOSELY TRYING TO MAKE ORE-SAMA JEALOUS?' Atobe yelled. Ryoma glared at him. 'Who said anything about that?' He replied brattily. 'I was just talking to him. Don't worry your head off everytime you see me talking to someone sexy.'

'So you think Sanada's sexy.'

'Everyone does.'

'Whose boyfriend are you? Whom have you kissed, then slapped, yelled at more than ANYONE else?'

'Why are you so jealous?' Ryoma said. This was fast turning into a horrible argument.

'You flirt with everybody!'

'I could say the same for you. It's almost as if you WANT me to cheat on you so you can get jealous and yell at me.'

'You ARE cheating on ore-sama.'

There was an ominous silence. Then Ryoma pulled his cap low. 'I'm not.'

'Really?' Atobe sneered.

'Yes.' Ryoma said. He was trembling. Atobe froze. Shit.

He pulled his koibito into a bone-crushing hug. 'Sorry. So sorry. Ore-sama likes Sanada too, Ryoma. Please.'

'And you accuse ME.'

'Excuse me...' They heard a voice say. Both turned toward the source.

Sanada was looking at them, a look of faint perplexity on his face. His cap was immaculately placed on his head, much like Ryoma's white one.

'Black Cap!' Ryoma exclaimed, surprised.

'I thought something was wrong between you because of me so I followed you both to straighten it out.'

So he heard everything. Good for them both.

'Um...' Ryoma fidgeted. Atobe fidgeted. They both turned around to leave.

'I've liked you both for a while, too.'

They were immobilized.

Sanada was smiling slightly.

Atobe said immediately, 'Ore-sama forgives you.'

'He didn't say sorry, Monkey King.'

'Ore-sama was saying that to you, you know.'

'Che.' Ryoma scoffed. 'I didn't apologize either.'

Sanada approached them. Funnily enough the Royal Pair were looking like they'd been caught stealing (in Atobe's case) purple shirts and (in Ryoma's case) grape Ponta.

Ryoma was the first one to act. 'Mine.'

'ORE-SAMA'S!' Atobe yelled.

Before they could get into another fight, Sanada said, 'Both.'

Atobe said, 'What are you saying?'

'All three of us.' Sanada explained.

'What are you saying?'

'Mada mada dane.' Ryoma muttered.

'It could work out.' Sanada said.

'Are you sure?' Atobe looked disbelieving. 'Do you want this to work?'

Atobe shrugged. 'Of course.'

'Then shut up, Monkey King.'

***

Fuji did NOT know what he'd missed. He'd only taken about – oh, four hundred pictures of their fight but had left before Sanada had entered the scene.

As he developed the pictures, he wished something.

But it was impossible.

They wouldn't accept two other people.