Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most
By TG
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT or the title of the story.
Warnings: The usual… Probable OOC-ness, unbetaed, written in under 10 minutes. Established relationship.
Author's Note: The second part.
Summary: Two different scenes, same scenario, part ii.
Theme: "I'm gay!"
Enjoy!
Atobe was seriously getting tired of all of these ridiculous fangirls clogging the tennis courts. Not only were they bothersome to him, but they were annoying the rest of the tennis club members as well, and they didn't have time for such distractions. Nationals was on the horizon, and there was a rumor of a certain black-haired, golden-eyed tennis monster coming back to watch, so Hyoutei had to be in tip-top shape this year.
The leader of the girl-gang was a girl in his year, whose name was Midori. She had long black hair, porcelain white skin and deep brown eyes the color of tree bark. Atobe supposed she would be considered beautiful, but honestly he just found her a tad bit frightening. He knew that if he felt that intimidated by her, the rest of his teammates must feel extremely uncomfortable –Shishido's nervous glances had cost him more than a few points in his practice matches.
So. The girls had to go.
Ignoring his practice partner's outraged cry, he dropped his racquet and stalked off the court toward the fem-squad of fury to sort this out once and for all. He could hear the rest of the courts fall silent as his teammates turned to stare at him with wide, concerned eyes, and the volume resonating from the fangirls increased with each step he took.
Midori stepped forward to meet him as soon as he stepped out of the gate, looking hopeful and determined. Atobe barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Why are you here, disrupting Ore-sama's practice in such a manner?" He drawled, raising a disdainful eyebrow. The girl faltered slightly at his icy tone, but recovered smoothly.
"We're here to support you, of course!" The girls behind her nodded furiously. Atobe sort of wished their heads would fall off.
"All you are doing is preventing us from practicing to our fullest. If you wish to support Hyoutei in our quest for Nationals, you would leave," he replied firmly. "Or you could go watch the girls' team. You need not spend all your time here."
The girls were looking unsure, but Midori continued. "The girls' team is good, but perhaps we simply wanted to appreciate the boys' team's superior strength and skill." Atobe stared at her for a few moments, letting the silence and the disbelieving look on his face do the talking. "Okay, so perhaps we are actually here to see one of the best high school tennis players in action."
Atobe snorted delicately and distantly wished that Echizen was here instead of America, but brushed the thought away for a later time. "Whatever your reason, it is does not matter to Ore-sama. Please leave." He turned to go back into the courts to resume his game with a very pissed off Gakuto when Midori grabbed his sleeve. He stopped short and turned a incredulous stare in her direction. The girl seemed to realize her mistake and immediately let go of his jersey, but she stood firm before him.
"Atobe-san, please go out with me."
The other girls in the fangirl gathering of doom gasped and whispered amongst themselves. Atobe ignored them all.
"No." He turned back to the courts again but the girl's desperate voice arrested his movements.
"But why? I know you do not have a girlfriend. Am I not pretty enough? Not smart enough?"
Without turning around to face her, he said clearly, "Ore-sama does not have to explain himself to you, but you're right. I don't have a girlfriend. . . because I have a boyfriend." He walked back onto the courts, picked up his racquet and ordered the club to resume practice, all while smirking at the devastated cries of his fanclub.
'Ryoma, I cannot wait until you come back.'
Author's Note: The second part of my friend's request.