Hyoutei. Keigo Atobe. & Seigaku. Tezuka Kunimitsu.
Part 2.

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"BEEP."…"BEEP."…"BEEP."…

'Argh. What is that annoying sound? The construction workers aren't suppose to arrive until next month.'

"BEEP."…"BEEP."…"BEEP."…

'Ok, you backed up the truck up far enough. Ore-sama is trying to get his beauty sleep!'

"BEEP."…"BEEP."…"BEEP."…

"That's it! Ore-sama is going to sue them! Ore-sama is going to sue them for waking up the Great Atobe!" To Atobe's surprise. One small movement to the right, he fell completely off the bed. Not landing on his soft brand new carpet. Atobe fell onto the rough wore out carpet.

Already forgotten his fall out of bed, Atobe was more worried about 'his' carpet. Atobe's eyes were still shut closed as he ran his hands over the carpet. "Why aren't Ore-sama's carpet soft and perfect?!"

Atobe opened his eyes, but to only see blurry, fuzz of white. "Oh my GOSH! Ore-sama is blind!!"

"BEEP."…"BEEP."…"BEEP."…

"AHH!!!"

-Inui & Yanagi-

"The greatest tennis player in the world did it again!!" There were sounds of screaming and cheering. "He won!!" Cheers and screams continued. "The number one Japanese Tennis Player won again!!"…

'I won?' Tezuka slowly woke up. 'I'm already the number one tennis player?'

Tezuka opened his eyes and looked around. His eyes widen. He saw everything HUGE!…and purple…

Tezuka reached over to the right to grab his glass, but there was no night stand. The king size bed continued on.

"Wait." Tezuka stared at his hand. He could clearly see the details of his hand. He looked around. Not only his hand was clear, everything in sight was crystal clear.

"…" To make sure this wasn't a dream, Tezuka reached up and touched his eyes. 'I'm not wearing my glasses.'

Not completely satified, he pinched himself. Yup, that hurted. Tezuka slowly laid back on the bed, to feel the softness on the silk bed sheets beneath him. Tezuka now believed everything was real.

"…I can see."

The sounds of the cheering and screams continued. "You Are the Number One Japanese Player alive!!"

Tezuka felt himself smile a little. He didn't care about the cheers at all, or the richness in the room, but the fact…"I can see."

-Inui & Yanagi-

It took Atobe nearly two whole hours to find Tezuka's pair of glasses. But he didn't know that it belongs to Tezuka. Well,…while Atobe crawled everywhere on the floor, on his hands and knees…his head hit the night stand.

After solving the eye sight problem…there was another problem he had to face.

"BEEP."…"BEEP."…"BEEP."… The deadly alarm clock. How was it deadly? It very much annoyed Atobe to death.

Atobe snapped his fingers, like he does with his alarm clock, but the beeping kept going. Atobe snapped again. Nothing. "Stupid alarm clock!" Atobe grabbed the alarm clock and threw it at the wall, creating a small dent and a broken clock.

Atobe tried to calm down, but he couldn't. "Argh. These glasses irritate Ore-sama." Atobe took the glasses off. Now he couldn't see, so Atobe put them back on. Wearing glasses were very new to Atobe.

He took the time to study the room while he tried to calm down. The room he was in, was way smaller then his room. Neat. Tidy. Plain. The only thing that interested Atobe were the tennis pro posters on the walls. Then he noticed a tennis bag by the bedroom door.

"At least Ore-sama has his tennis gear." Atobe walked over to the bag. When he got closer, the name printed on the side became clearer. Tezuka Kunimitsu.

"WHAT?!" Atobe quickly unzipped the bag, to find Tezuka's tennis racket. "This can't be!"

Atobe turned around and relook everything. It made sense. The room. The glasses. The tennis racket. Atobe didn't want to believe it. He ran to the closet and froze.

The Seigaku uniform. The Seigaku regulars jersey.

Atobe still didn't want to believe it. He sprinted to the bathroom. It wasn't that hard to find…Atobe ran straight down the hall and BOOM, he ended up in the bathroom.

He saw it. The messy brown hair. The serious brown pierced eyes behind the pair of glasses. Every little Tezuka feature, he saw. Atobe wanted to grabbed the mirror and throw it, but he couldn't.

"Ore-sama can't be Tezuka…my arch rival…THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!"

"Kunimitsu? Are you alright?" Atobe looked up, from the floor to see Tezuka's mother. She looked really worried, and Atobe didn't want to upset her.

"Ore-…I-I..I'mm fine." It was difficult for Atobe to say 'I' instead of 'Ore-sama'. Atobe nodded. Tezuka's mother smiled.

"Ok. Your breakfast is ready."

"BEEP."…"BEEP."…"BEEP."… Atobe clenched his fist. 'I thought I destroyed that annoying clock.'

"Oh, Kunimitsu! You're going to be late for school!" Tezuka's mother looked at her watch, which was beeping. "This is the first…Are you sure you're alright?"

Atobe knew he wasn't alright at all, but he didn't want to get Tezuka's mother involved. He even didn't know what to say. Then he felt a pair of strong hands lifted him up. Tezuka's father. "You're going to be late, son."

In lighting speed, Atobe was already out the door, dressed and breakfast in hand. Now he didn't know what to think of Tezuka's parents. One minute he was on the floor panicking, in his pajamas. The next second here he was…walking in Tezuka's uniform.

Atobe walked with Tezuka's serious poker face on without even knowing it. "This is why Ore-sama dislikes walking…where is Ore-sama's LIMO!" He stopped. "If Ore-sama recalls, Tezuka should have a cell phone."

Atobe found Tezuka's cell phone. Atobe frowned. No signal.

"Remind Ore-sama to get Tezuka a working phone." Atobe waited for a 'Usu.' Nothing. "Kabaji! You're to-" He turned around to see no one. He forgot that he wasn't "Atobe." Well, he was himself, but in Tezuka's body.

After thinking things through…Atobe had a lot of questions. "If I'm in Tezuka's body?...Does that mean Tezuka is in Or-sama's body?" Wait.

Atobe stopped at a split in the road. "Does Ore-sama go to his school? Or should Ore-sama go to Tezuka's school?"

Atobe never found himself to ask a lot of questions. But the worst…He couldn't answer those questions…

-Inui & Yanagi-

Atobe's mansion.

Tezuka was very happy. Yup, indeed. He found himself smirking the whole time, just like Atobe.

First the amazing breakfast he ever had, but the taste never compared to his mother's cooking. While eating his breakfast, Tezuka started to think. 'Atobe is rich, but has he ever tasted his Mother's home-made cooking before?' He just shrugged.

Later Tezuka got ready for school. Of course he knew he was Atobe… but that didn't really worry him much. Instead Tezuka got dress in Atobe's uniform, and ready to head to Atobe's school, Hyoutei.

DING. Once Tezuka stepped outside the door, he was greeted by a shiny black limo. The driver bowed as he open the door. Tezuka smirked. Forget worrying about Atobe, he was going to enjoy everything…

End of Part2.

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