Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis and never will.
Title: "So Long" – Oshitari's point of view
Story: Multi Chapter
Chapter 3: "Plan"
Author: sweetxsorrow27
Rating: PG-13
Summary/FYI: Now Oshitari is beginning to see a relationship and a bond forming between Mukahi and Hiyoshi. Even more of his unsightly jealously begins to show itself and perhaps doing something out of jealous wouldn't be the smartest thing.
Pairing: Mukahi Gakuto X Hiyoshi Wakashi and Oshitari Yuushi X Atobe Keigo

Class began the exact same way as always, with the exception of Gakuto and me. After the whole incident at practice, we slowly drifted apart. Long periods of time would merely pass by without us talking, until we weren't talking at all. I was lucky to get a "Good Morning" when one of us walked in the class or even a "Hi" when we passed by in the hallways or whatnot.

And now that we weren't on speaking terms, he wasn't even sitting next to me anymore. Steadily he moved farther away, chatting with a few other students in our classroom, leaving me with absolutely no one to speak with. Mainly because I didn't like much of the people in the school, let alone this class. I suppose one could say that I wasn't a people's person.

I felt blessed when the bell rang and instead of lounging around like I normally did, I rushed out of class. I didn't want to continue to watch the red head smiling so happily with a person other than myself. Though I knew practice wouldn't be better, seeing as though there was only so much that I could distract myself with.

Even arriving in the locker room, I quickly undressed out of my school uniform and grabbed my things to be one of the first ones – not only in the locker room – but also to leave.

Of course I was nearly the only one on the courts seeing as though most of the tennis club was still making their ways out of their classroom. Though I did subtly watch as the rest of the tennis players piled into the locker room. To no surprise did I tense up when I saw the new Hyoutei doubles pair walk in together. I don't know if I would get used to Hiyoshi and Gakuto together. Then again most people weren't very accepting of being cast aside.

Only did I loosen up slightly when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Although I nearly slapped myself for not even noticing the presence of the vain male. "Oshitari-san," the buchou said to retrieve my focus in his silk-like voice. "Are you unprepared for practice?" Atobe asked, even though I was positive that he knew why I have become so agitated lately. Our captain wasn't as stupid as he sometimes came across as.

"I suppose," I muttered out truthfully. I have never been prepared for practice since I started playing singles.

I watched as Atobe arched an eyebrow and removed his hand from my shoulder so that he could cross his arms. "Oresama thinks that you should perhaps go home then." He would normally suggest this. I wasn't sure if Atobe was actually concerned about me, or if he didn't want me acting up again.

"Atobe-buchou, I'll be fine," I said, averting my gaze towards the sound of nearing footsteps. More of the club members have been arriving and I spotted Gakuto smiling with Hiyoshi. My jealous expression crept itself right back to my face, but it didn't last long as the acrobatic turned towards me. I didn't even look away because I couldn't believe the look I saw on his face.

When I looked back into Gakuto's violet eyes, I could easily see my reflection. At first I didn't know what to make out of the others envious pout. Part of me was thrilled. It was almost as though silent payback, for all the irritation the two of them has caused me. Another part of me felt bad for even causing such a hurt look upon his cute features. Lastly I was confused. Was he jealous because I was standing here talking with Atobe?

I glanced back over at the silver haired male in front of me, while out of the corner of my eyes I was watching Gakuto. I was disgusted in myself that I wanted to fuel my ex-doubles partner's jealousy. "Actually," I begun again in a much smoother voice, stepping slightly closer to the conceited buchou. My movement caused the red headed to cross his arms as he pouted even more so. "I think that I will go home."

Atobe tilted his head – I guess from my sudden change in mind – though he gave me a single nod. "Alright. Go change Oshitari-san."

And I did just that. Gracefully I made my way back to the locker room, but once I was inside, I rushed to get myself back into my school uniform. I wanted to make sure that I planned this carefully, so taking up too much time in here wasn't an option.

Once I got dressed into my school uniform for the second time, I headed back out, quickly stuffing my tennis uniform into my bag. As I neared my way towards the buchou, who was sitting elegantly off to the side of the courts, I pulled my cell phone out. I then purposely dialed in my own number of the very phone I was using.

A smirk crossed my features as I began my act. "Pick up," I muttered loud enough for Atobe to hear. After nearly 20 dull seconds of listening to an automatic operator telling me that I have no new messages, I hung up in a sigh. I closed my cell phone, slipped it into my pocket, and then made my way to stand next to the sitting male. "I suppose I'll just wait it out here, since no one picked up," I said sullenly, allowing these lies to slip out easily.

Atobe stood up and shook his head, silver locks falling perfectly back into place. "Oresama will not allow that. Oresama will take you to his home, until you can get a ride."

Bingo.

That was the exact response I was looking for. In turn, my smirk only widened and I responded with, "Well if you're sure," as I tilted my head to subtly glance over at Gakuto, who angrily pulled the blonde kohai on the courts. I could tell this worked out just the way that I wanted to.

However, Atobe followed my gaze to the acrobatic and I could see the questioning look in his dark colored eyes. I didn't want my plan, let alone my mood to be shattered by this simple gaze. So thinking quickly, I gently cupped my hand over the others chin to bring his gaze back to me. "Shall we go?" I breathed out in a soft voice.

It was then I regretted doing what I did. Those few seconds of contact totally twisted everything about and not because of the reaction I got. No, Atobe merely smirked at me, agreed, and then allowed me to drop my delicate hold.

But the feeling I got, wasn't one that I should have gotten.

AN: And I'll leave it there because I am brain dead. I really just wanted to finish this before I went to bed. And I do believe I updated faster this time! Hopefully I'll get better with that when I post chapter 4.
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