Ever since I had gotten into managing the Seigaku tennis team, I was forced to learn of potential rivals in other teams in and out of our area. Of course that included last year's national champions: Rikkaidai Fuzoku.

When I began to research Rikkaidai, it was only briefly. I learned of the three demons of Rikkai, the best doubles team, a trickster, and a rising junior ace. I also heard that at the time, the captain had been recently hospitalized. With that basic information I moved on to schools that we would encounter in Tokyo in general. I regret not looking closer into them earlier.

I enter the hospital with a medium bag in my hand, a lump in my throat. I mechanically make my way to the front desk.

The receptionist smiles, "Hello, how may I help you?"

I gave her a sparse but polite smile, "I was wondering if I could visit someone." I explained my reason for coming.

She nods and looks at her computer, "Can you give me a name of the patient?"

I swallow, "Yukimura Seiichi."

She enters the name in and immediately frowns, "I'm sorry, young man, but it seems that only family and soulmates are allowed to visit, unless allowed by family or soulmate." she explained, a hint of pity in her voice.

I feel my mouth go dry and croak out, "I'm his soulmate." I blurted out.

The receptionist paused and nodded, "If you would follow me, we will quickly confirm your claim." she says as she gets up.


I watch with blank eyes as she tells another receptionist to take her place. She takes me to a small room and hands me a tablet and stylus, "Please sign your name."

I nod and write out my name in Korean, watching as it processes before my eyes.

"And if I could see your soulmark from Yukimura-kun?"

I pulled my left foot onto the chair and pulled off my shoes and socks, leaving a black ankle bad at my ankle. I slip it off and navy blue font is on my pale skin, spelling out Yukimura Seiichi.

She hummed as she observed it, "That seems to be real and accurate, very well, come with me,"

She led me out of the room once I had put my shoe back on and we reached a door.

She gestured to the room, "Visiting hours end in a few hours so take your time."

I gave her a nod of thanks and watched her leave before bracing myself at the door.


Yukimura's eyes fluttered open and exhaustion hit him. He groaned to himself and carefully sat himself up.

"Are you feeling any pain, Yukimura-kun?"

Seiichi focused on the nurse who was currently standing by his bed, checking the chart that was always placed nearby, "No." he replied sparsely, looking around the room for the time, only to stop as a bright red color filled his vision.

"Oh, that?" the nurse asked distantly, "Your visitor seemed to be a foreigner by his accent and appearance, so it makes sense that he would not know of the offense of a potted plant, Yukimura-kun, I hope you don't take it to heart." She smiled brightly, "Oh but he was very polite, Yukimura-kun. It's a shame that your mark is on his left ankle, hidden to the world."

Thin fingers reached for the red petals, his blue eyes focusing on a small white piece of paper skillfully hidden in between the leaves and soil.

"Strength…"

The nurse turned towards the sickly boy, "Hm? Did you say something, Yukimura-k-" her breath hitched mid-sentence, a cold sweat going down her back, piercing blue eyes freezing her in place.

"Y-Y-Yuki…" She tried to get out, but the words died on her lips.

"When did he go." It was a question, but she didn't hear it like one, she felt that if she didn't answer that question immediately, her life would end before her eyes.

"J-just now," she stuttered out, "L-left a few seconds before you woke up."

In one swift moment, the sickly teen had swung his legs over the side of his bed and raced out the door.

The nurse let out a gasp of relief, her knees buckling underneath her.


The teen had taken a slow descent down the emergency stairs, his mind unfocused and his body numb. He didn't know what he expected to see when he entered the hospital room, but to see someone bound to him suffering had left him thoughtless.

He sighed to himself as he opened the door to the lobby, heading straight for the nearest vending machine. He struggled with his wallet for a second before fishing out 500 yen for a sports drink. When the drink hit the bottom he reached down to grab it. He turned and twisted the cap open, taking a long swing just beside the vending machine.

He let out a satisfied gasp as he stopped to take in some air, slowly making his way towards the exit.

A loud bang echoed in the lobby, making almost everyone freeze and turn. Almost everyone.

The teen continued to trek towards the door, blocking noise from reaching his ears.

"You…! You!" a clear voice shouted, making the teen stop mid step.

"SONG JINYOUNG!" the strong voice rang in the lobby.

This time the teen turned, the sports drink slipping from his grip. He gaped, "Wa- What? Yukimura, you should be in-"

A patient wearing the typical blue scrubs and with blue hair marched towards the gaping teen.

The teen seemed stuck in time as the patient approached, getting closer and closer, only moving when the patient had gotten right in front of him and collapsed.

The teen gaped, "Yukimura!" he shouted, carefully bringing him down to the floor. Doctors and nurses began to move but were stopped as the blue haired patient moved quickly towards the teen's feet.

Before the teen could even think about protesting, the patient ripped off the teen's shoe and sock, and pushed up the teen's pants leg. On the teen's pale skin, only a black band was left.

The patient let out an almost inhuman growl and ripped the band off, throwing it behind him.

The patient sat down on the floor and lifted the teen's leg into the air. His piercing blue eyes met the teen's wide brown eyes, and they stared at each, straight in the eyes, as the patient carefully placed his lips of navy blue writing on the teen's ankle.

Female shrieks of delight filled the room and the teen stared with wide eyes and a red face, "Y-Yukimura!" he stuttered out.

The patient smirked, "Call me Seiichi, Jinyoung,"

"Y-You should be resting!" the teen yelled out, pulling his leg out of the patient's hands.

The patient resisted and kept the slender leg in his tight grip, "Besides that, what do you think you're doing? Visiting me without saying a word."

If possible, the teen turned a darker red, "I- uh, can explain-" the poor teen coughed as he noticed the audience they had gathered, "S-Seiichi-san can we talk about this elsewhere?" he stuttered out, making many members show visible disappointment.

In response the patient gently pulled down the teen's pants leg and put the sock and shoe back, the discarded black band held firmly in his hand, "Follow me, Jinyoung." he purred.


I awkwardly shifted at the end of the of the hospital bed, waiting until the blue haired teen got settled. I bowed 90 degrees to the teen, "Nice to meet you, Yukimura-san, I'm Song Jinyoung-"

A stifled laugh interrupted my greeting. I looked up and saw the blue haired angel chuckling at me, a hand held up to his mouth, "Your voice is shaking, are you that nervous?"

I blushed scarlet at that and suddenly wished I had long hair to hide my face behind it. I ducked my head and shuffled my feet silently.

"But I am surprised that you came to visit me, Jinyoung." he murmured into the quiet room, "I suppose my question is how you figured out where to find me."

I shifted uncomfortably at that. I knew I couldn't lie to Yukimura Seiichi. He was the rumored Child of God, the rumors went beyond his success in the tennis scene.

"Jinyoung, will you please look at me?"

I forced my head up at the suddenly very vulnerable voice and saw a slight frown on the blunette's face. I opened my mouth, "I… You're the Child of God, Rikkaidai's tennis captain. You've never lost a single game, official or not," I stated softly, "One of the Three Monsters of Rikkai, Yukimura Seiichi. My senpai just happened to have information about you and I found that you were hospitalized here." I explained, my eyes looking over his frail figure for any reaction he would give.

In response the older teen just frowned deeper, "Your senpai? How do you know so much about my tennis achievements?"

I swallowed and I could hear it echo in the room, but I still forced myself to speak, "I'm the manager for Seishun Gakuen's tennis team. While scoping out potential enemies, I came across Rikkaidai, naturally."

Yukimura nodded, more to himself than me, before speaking, "Let's establish some things as soulmates, Jinyoung." he changed the subject smoothly, making me jolt as he gestured for me to come closer.

I stepped closer to the bed and watched as the teen slid his loose hospital shirt sleeve up, pushing it up until his whole pale arm was visible. Right on the inner side of his upper left arm was my korean name written in silver and in my handwriting.

He carefully reached over and took my hand into his own, leading my fingers to run across my words. A shiver went down my spine and my ankle grew warm in approval.

"How cute," Yukimura chuckled. I looked up to his face, confused. He just grinned and poked my cheek, "Your smile, it's very cute."

I could feel the heat radiating off my face, "Y-Yukimura-san-"

"Seiichi, I said to call me Seiichi." he interrupted gently, making me blush even deeper.

I looked down, embarrassed, "S-Seiichi… 형…"

The was a suffocating silence that followed my sudden words. I felt panic well up within me and I opened my mouth to take it back.

"응, 우리 귀여운 진영이," Seiichi cooed, his hand ruffling up my hair.

I frowned and tried to stop him, "What's with everyone and messing up my hair-"

"Everyone? So you've already met Genichirou and Atobe?"

I recoiled almost immediately. I gaped at the suddenly emotionless look Seiichi had on his face, "W-What- H-How-"

"Genichirou and I are platonics and childhood friends," Seiichi explained calmly, "And Genichirou has been actively been together with his romantic, Atobe, for two years now. He confided within me that the three of us share a soulmate."

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, as I went over how to get out of this mess. If I told Seiichi that I was in contact with Sanada Genichirou and Atobe Keigo, he would immediately contact them about me. If I told Seiichi that I wasn't in contact with them, he would immediately find out that I had at least two others soulmates. I let out a shuddering breath, "I-I… No, I haven't."

"And why not?"

My mouth went dry as I found myself in a situation in which I had no choice but to reveal everything to the Child of God.

And so I did.


Truth be told, I had known for years just exactly what the name on my collarbone actually meant. My mother told me that if I was to cover my marks, the only mark I had to cover up, was Atobe Keigo's.

The first name didn't seem like much, but the name Atobe made my mom's head spin, and for good reason. It was the same Atobe as Atobe Conglomerate, which operated pretty much worldwide and in many fields.

When I lived in America, a girl at school and found out that the name on her stomach was actually the real name of a famous child musician who used a stage name. Everyone in school knew about and everyone began to look up their soulmates' names to see if they were famous.

Even at nine years old, Atobe Keigo was famous for his lineage of the Atobe name.

The first time I saw his picture in a newspaper article, I had turned into a blushing and incorrigible mess. That was when I knew that the Keigo on my collarbone was the same Keigo of the Atobe line.

I followed Keigo as I grew up, reading articles and interviews of him, learning stuff about the older mate that may or may not be true.

When I got to Japan, one of the first places I visited was the Atobe Mansion. Well, at least it's entryway. The entry was blocked by a large gate that also happened to have a sidewalk for pedestrians along it. Often I would cross the street, just to feel closer to my soulmate.

But I resisted the urge to announce myself to him.

For one, hundreds have probably come and gone, claiming to be Keigo's soulmate. It would be ridiculous to try as I would only be turned away.

Another reason was that it was dangerous. The Atobe had rivals that would do anything to destroy the people and projects involved. If it was known that I was Keigo's soulmate and I wasn't careful enough, my life could be used against the Atobe's.

Imagine my surprise when I was told the regular line up for Hyotei. Not at all. I just kept a straight face and dealt with what came my way.


Korean Translations:

"형" title for "brother". Equivalent to Japanese "-nii"

"응, 우리 귀여운 진영이" - "mmhmm/that's right, our cute Jinyoung"

Side Note: Sorry about the delay in chapters. I had a bunch written but family stuff happened and shit went down. I hope that you'll be willing to understand.

CLARIFICATION:

Yukimura and my OC (Jinyoung) are platonics! NOT romantics! Sorry, I didn't make that clear earlier.