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Chapter 9

Weeks had passed after the incident, and the young heir was currently staring at his books, working on his assignments with a defeated look on his face. His mind was filled with thoughts on how he should approach the young lad and he felt ashamed and guilty for his actions.

He wanted to make amends with Echizen, however, his calls had been ignored and his mails have been left seen. He grabbed for his phone again for the umpteenth time and checked his screen. He let out a sigh, seeing that he hadn't received new messages from his phone that he specifically bought just to have a way to contact him only.

Well, who could blame the young lad, when he was almost raped by him the last time they met. Of course he would be ignored, fortunately for him, he wasn't reported to the police.

"Young Master?" his butler had called out worriedly, after calling his name repeatedly but got no response. The old man's face was frowning with worry, as he decided to approach the young man to tap him by his shoulders. "Young Master?" he called out again while tapping him softly.

Atobe turned his head to the older man looking surprised. He then composed himself and asked what he wanted.

"I came here to inform you about your Mother's arrival"

His eyes were wide after hearing his Mom was there. Standing up from his chair, he was about to go and greet her.

"Young Master, where are you going?"

Atobe frowned while opening his door. "To greet my Mother, of course. Why?"

"About that. I was about to inform you that she will arrive by next month, and your Mother informed me that she wants to go out with you when she arrives. So I wanted to ask if you have a specific date you want me to reserve for your Mother?"

The young heir felt his face heat in embarrassment. Clearing out his throat, he closed the door and sat back in his chair. "Is that so" he responded while picking up his pen. "Any day is fine whenever she wants to go out"

The old butler named, Michael, bowed his head and excused himself. After the door was closed. The seventeen-year-old lad propped up his elbows on top of his table and covered his face with his hands.

Echizen Ryoma was currently sitting on a bench in the tennis court that his Father built, behind the temple that he was currently looking after. His eyes were fixated on the ball being thrown from left to right by his Father and his Older Brother, who decided to visit his family.

"Hey Chibisuke, is something wrong?"

The younger man decided to ignore his brother and stood up, picking up his racket and a spare ball. He decided to throw his frustrations at the wall with tennis.

"Hey!" Ryoga called out, leaving his Father pouting after he purposely ignored the ball towards him. Ryoma could feel his brother standing behind him, but opted to ignore his presence.

"Chibisuke, I am talking to you"

"What's this? Don't want to play with your Big brother?" Nanjirou teased, sitting on the bench. A bit annoyed that he was ignored by his eldest. "Or could it be your having a lover's quarrel with that 'Ore-sama' young man? You shouldn't be like that Young man…"

Ryoma flinched from his Father's words as he continued hitting the wall, his father though continued to talk. As seconds passed by, he was starting to get annoyed with him speaking and decided to hit the ball hard to the wall. Making it bounce straight and hit his Father on the side of his face.

"You should be more like me. I am loving, caring, friendly, and furthermore a-" Nanjirou stopped mid-sentence, as he fell to his side and off the bench, his hand was immediately on his cheek as he scolded his son for hitting him using tennis.

The younger Echizen turned to his Father and smugly said. "I am not. Your head was just so big that it hit you right there" He then turned and left them alone, as he decided to return back to their home.

Ryoga who was silent while watching his brother hitting the wall harder and harder, while his father kept talking, decided to step back and watch. He then let out a loud laugh after watching the old man fall off the bench and to the ground.

'Insensitive jerk' Ryoma scowled as he got down from the stairs, still hearing his brother's loud laughter from the court.

Once he got home, he directly went back inside his room and laid flat on his bed. His mind has been filled with thoughts about that day. Feeling betrayed and hurt from what Atobe had almost done to him. After that night, he decided to forget about that man, but his feelings had betrayed his mind. As he kept thinking about him for days. He wanted to talk with him, but at the same time, he doesn't want to see him.

He heard his phone beeped from his table. Turning around, he sat up and looked at his phone from afar. He stood up from his bed and walked towards the table. He picked up his phone and sat on his chair. He started to access his phone and was surprised by the number of messages and calls that he got. Accessing his call logs, he could see some of his senpai's calling him and his number listed repeatedly.

His brows frowned, as he opened the inbox icon to find messages from him, asking to meet up or talk so he can apologize properly. He decided to ignore those and threw his phone back inside the cabinet of his desk and went back to his bed.

Atobe Keigo hasn't been in top performance since the whole week during class, tennis, or even during his duties as a student council president. He's been feeling remorseful and pathetic since that incident, and his calls and messages that have been ignored have made it worse, realizing how deep the cause of his action was.

"Atobe, you look like a company president who looked lost after losing their business" Came from Oshitari three days after that incident. He was sitting in his chair in the council room office, with his phone in front of him on top of his desk. Staring at it, hoping to get at least a response from all those messages that he sent.

"Don't tell me that you like him?"

This earned his attention and looked out from his window to see two girls walking while carrying their bags and talking while giggling. He frowned at their words and turned his attention back to his phone. He placed his phone further away and started to read some documents that needed his attention.

An hour passed, and Atobe decided to head to the tennis club for practice. He stood in front of the clubroom and could hear the other members still talking inside. Opening the door, he went straight to his locker and changed his clothes.

"Hey, Atobe? Are you okay?" the dark blue-haired lad asked.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"The others have been saying that you're getting worse each day."

Atobe went silent for a minute and turned his attention to the other members. "How long are you guys going to stay? Hurry and go back to practice" He scolded. The other members stood up and started to head back to the courts leaving the two regulars alone.

Once the door closed, Oshitari couldn't help but asked him again if something was wrong. With a sigh, Atobe responded and shared his circumstances. "Looks like you're right about my feelings Oshitari"

The bespectacled man grinned, "That's good to know. So, have you confessed?"

Atobe pressed his lips thin and sighed. "I don't think they will accept it, after what I have done to them a few weeks ago"

His friend raised a brow and asked what he had meant, but the team captain only went silent as he wore his jacket. Oshitari opened his bag and took out his racket. He then turned his eyes back to Atobe as he spoke, "It looks to me that they are the reason you are not quite yourself recently. If you have done something wrong shouldn't you just go to them and sincerely apologize?"

The young heir grabbed his phone and placed it inside his pocket. "I have. I have been calling and sending them messages to talk, but they haven't responded to any of them"

"Why not just go to their home, like what you've been doing? And properly apologize? Bring them flowers and their favorite food, or anything they want. Just be sincere when you do so"

The young heir smiled and nodded his head, after giving a thought to what he said. "You're exactly right Oshitari. Why did I not think about that?" He then continued to bring out his other phone and dialed for his butler for his plan.

"Well, I exactly don't know what you have done. But I hope that Echizen will forgive you this time" The other man smiled, as he left the clubroom. Leaving Atobe smirking after he heard his name from Oshitari's lips.

The next upload will be the last chapter.

I've been wanting to write stories pertaining to ToriShishi with a connection to "The King and the Prince", but still have two stories ongoing and I just wrote a new one Hyoutei Days. lol. not like there are some who read those. But anyways. Laters,

-B27