Title: Parallel Parked
Author: Dana-chaaan.
Information: Anime - Prince of Tennis - AtobeShinji

Summary: (Slight AU)
Dedication: (anon.) babyface
Next: AtobeMizuki from Death's Angel's Shadow 2, AtobeJiroh from (anon.) Umeboshi, AtobeFuji from Abyssinian Rose, AtobeRyoma from death by computer addiction, AtobeSanada from PixieStix110, AtobeYuushi from pinksnow, and AtobeAn from Kikumarubob
Note: While I'm cool with this pairing (because I don't really care who I put the SEXY Atobe with), I can't WAIT to do the AtobeMizuki. I have that whole plot-no-plot thing ready for that one. I'm just kinda winging this one, so I hope it comes out alright. So, please enjoy and please review. It makes me utterly happy.

Start of AtobeShinji.

Shinji was not normally fascinated by cars. Really, he had absolutely no interest in them whatsoever. But when he saw that expensive, shiny, black car parallel parked, he found himself lured in. It wasn't that it was anything special, no. It was just so shiny that the glaring sun reverted back at him and hurt his eyes.

Glancing around him, partially self-conscious, Shinji walked closer to the car. It was one of those rare days, as he thought of it, that he was out in public without Kamio having to force him into the daylight. Of course, he only got out of his house because he needed to re-string his racket. The mumbler wasn't wearing anything special. He had on baggy pants and a comfortable tee. An unimportant hat covered his head, but didn't help that glare from the car stay out of his eyes. Really, what did he ever do to it?

Even in broad daylight barely anyone was around to witness him reach out to touch the car. It must've been lunchtime for many people, and seeing as it was Sunday it only made sense that there wouldn't be major crowds on the streets. It was just his luck, though, that the moment his finger brushed against the sparkly paint an alarm sounded. His eyes grew wide.

Luckily, or unluckily, the alarm suddenly stopped and a haughty voice from behind him caught his attention, "What are you doing?"

Shinji whipped around and looked at the two people standing before him, his face neutral all the while. One was rather obnoxious looking, yet dressed very nicely and expensively. While the other was dressed in a simple suit and much older looking.

"I only touched your car with one finger and the alarm went off. It's not my fault that you have to have an alarm on your car even though I didn't do anything wrong. Your car was bothering me first; it was hurting my eyes..."

As the boy kept ranting, the elder walked toward the car and unlocked the backseat door, holding it open for the obnoxious-looking boy. Neither appeared to be paying Shinji any mind. The pompous prick stepped inside the expensive car and just as the other was about to shut the door, he held a hand up to stop him.

"If you stop your mindless ranting, I might consider offering you a ride," he spoke haughtily, catching Shinji wandering attention.

The dark-haired genius trailed off, eventually ending his speech all together. He looked skeptically at the proud male. Atobe leveled him down with an examining gaze of his own. His pale eyes raked over the other's body, a noise sounding oddly like an appreciative hum catching in his throat.

"Much better," he continued with his high-and-mighty, surly voice. "Now, would you like a ride to wherever it is you're going?"

It took a moment for the offer to fully register in Shinji's mind. The dark-haired player looked at the rich male and spoke neutrally, "I can easily walk to my house, that's what I did to get here. But he does have a really nice car, even though it's really annoying. I've never had someone offer me a ride in a really expensive car. I bet Kamio and Tachibana would be jealous..."

Atobe gave a look to the chauffer that went unnoticed by Shinji and took his seat in the backseat. The suit-clad man held the door after him and motioned to the purple-haired athlete to get in the car. Shinji closed his wandering mouth. The inside of the car was easily five times better looking than the outside, plus more. Not even the sound of the car door slamming couldn't distract him from eyeballing the car.

"Glad to see you stopped talking," Atobe stated offhandedly. Not like Shinji noticed. The wealthy man, one not to be forgotten, coughed roughly, earning the other's attention.

Without even a word, Shinji turned to look at the owner of the car. His bored eyes glared into confident orbs.

"You know..." Atobe began, smirking slightly at the genius watching him, "You're much cuter when you're not talking." At that, Shinji's eyes flickered wider for a second, if even that. With a cocky, confident smile, and a dazzling gleam in his eye, Atobe let his hand gently rest on the other's upper thigh.

Shinji glanced down the hand on his thigh making warm tingles shoot up his leg involuntarily. He looked back to the wealthy tennis player and caught that luxurious smile. What a predicament he seemed to be in. Didn't seem so bad though.

EndofAtobeShinji

Author's Note: Sorry this took forever. Hope it's good for you guys. And I'll take more requests, even if they've already been done (but try not to do that). Well, hope you had a good read. Byee.