This was meant to be a one-shot actually, but I'm not exactly sure where this fic is going to go, so I just made this a really short first chapter that serves as a prologue too… I guess the writing in this chapter is kind of weird, but do bear with it and leave a comment/ suggestion since I'm still not sure of what to write. Thx.
Atobe Keigo looked into the mirror with a frown, reaching his hand up to his face; he stroked the smooth skin of his cheek as he examined himself intently. His silvery grey eyes were troubled and his lips were pursed in a thin line when he turned away from the mirror and fall back onto his bed sighing.
Atobe always had a high opinion of his own physical appearance and tennis skills, and for good reason too, or there was simply nothing imperfect about him, his skin was fair and flawless, his dark eyes attractively arrogant and his form slender yet strong. He knew that he was attractive, or rather, irresistible to people of both genders, and had never failed to make full use of this advantage. He exuded beauty, grace and elegance, and his tennis was unbeatable, almost at least, he was perfect and he knew it.
And simply because of his sheer perfection, he was feeling extremely confused. As he stood up and paced around the room, images of the events of the previous afternoon occupied his thoughts…
Visiting Seigaku alone after his tennis practice, Atobe arrived at the tennis courts and strolled confidently across the courts, ignoring the matches that he was disrupting and the curious and hostile stares he was getting from the members of the Seigaku tennis club. He walked deliberately towards the object of his desires, well aware that all the regular members were staring in his direction by now.
But of course, he didn't care, the only thing that meant anything to him was that what he had came for was standing together with the other regulars, and he meant to get what he wanted, after all, he was Atobe Keigo .
Arriving in front of the Seigaku regulars, Atobe looked pointedly at his target and smiled as he spoke, his words confident and clear, an arrogant glint in his grey eyes.
"Tezuka, I desire you to accompany me after practice."
Tezuka looked at him without a word, his face refused to betray any form of emotion, he did not seem to have fully understood the other youth's words and did not answer for a moment. Atobe was convinced that the stoic captain's failure to reply was due to being overwhelmed by the unexpected and generous invitation, and smiled benevolently as he repeated his invitation.
"I am giving you an opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of my company after practice."
The other regulars stared at the Hyotei captain, reactions varying greatly amongst them. Oishi and Kaidoh were staring with open concern and embarrassment, wondering what Tezuka's reaction would be like, and not clearly comprehending what was going on while fearing for Atobe's safety at the same time. On the other hand, Eiji and Momoshiro were busy trying to curb their giggles, for fear of getting a death sentence from their stern captain.
The other three members reacted less violently however, or rather, their reactions were less obvious. Echizen merely turned away in an uninterested manner, muttering something about Atobe being flashy and egoistic while Inui carefully observed both captains, filing everything away in his head, being perceptive enough to realise that this was not the most appropriate time to whip out his handy notebook. Fuji's reaction was perhaps the most interesting one, he was clearly amused by what happened, humour danced in his clear, blue eyes, as he observed the two silently.
After what seemed like centuries, Tezuka finally spoke, his words were sharp and firm, leaving no room for doubt or questions.
"Atobe san, please do not interrupt practice. Everyone else, continue!"
With those words, he walked off the courts and disappeared into the school building, as the tennis club members hastily returned to practice.
Atobe sat down heavily on his bed as he remembered how embarrassed he had been at the other youth's rejection and the question that had been haunting him all morning entered his head once more.
"Why did Tezuka reject the invitation?"
No matter how he examined the issue, he was simply unable to find any reason that Tezuka would have to reject an opportunity to go out with him. After all, he was Atobe Keigo, and he had it all, looks, money and talent.
Picking up his cell phone, Atobe made the decision of making a phone call to someone who mighty actually be able to help. He wasn't actually used to asking for advice from anyone, but since Tezuka was someone that he desperately wanted to figure out, he decided that there was no harm in seeking the views of someone else; anyway, he was only discussing the issue, not seeking advice.
Thanks for reading, I'll post the second chapter soon…oh and do give ideas of what pairing you would like, I'm not sure yet.