How to Lose a Diva in 10 Days

By: Tsuki

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Atobe finds himself in a predicament; Fuji bets him to seduce little boy wonder. So while Atobe is trying to get Echizen to fall in love with him to prove his irresistible charms, Echizen is trying to do exactly the opposite. Much of it is taken from the movie ;P

Notes: Pairing is AtoRyo with hints of FujiRyo and AtoFuji (or FujiAto?). This was intended as a birthday fic for Ryoma, but since I know it will be long, I made it multi-chaptered. The last chapter, which takes place on Ryoma's birthday, will obviously not be up by his birthday. Gomen. ( Also as a notice, I would not be making a fanfiction with this pairing if it weren't for the person who requested it xP huggles Seiya

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"No you can't."

"Yes I can."

"No you can't."

Neither of the two involved in this brawl were very intrepid; no persuasion of any kind could be found in the tone of their voices.

"Yes I can. And that's final."

"Wanna bet?"

It was just an ordinary December day. December 14, to be more specific. Atobe Keigo was out getting his racquet restrung; normally, he'd get one of his servants to do so, but some were busy running errands for his parents while the others were on there their holiday vacation. And out of nowhere, there was Seigaku's tensai, Fuji Shuusuke, who was probably out restringing his racquet also. Casual conversation started and suddenly, it swerved to this topic. Fuji Shuusuke was a magician with words.

"You want to bet with ore-sama? Do you know what you're getting yourself into?" an always-confident smirk appeared on his face.

"Hmm…well whatever it is, I'm sure I could handle it. What do you say? A bet?" came Fuji's just-as-confident reply.

A frown. Was that nobody doubting his skills? "Fine, pick out anyone. Anyone. And I'll prove to you that she'll be mesmerized by my irresistible charm."

Game, set, and match. He fell for it. Now was when Fuji began his little game. Oh how he loved seeing people uncomfortable. "Then I pick Echizen."

And those words sunk in like a dead-weight. Screaming out hysterically was very tempting…but no, Atobe would not lose his cool. "Echizen? I was talking about a woman, baka," his glare could burn a hole through anyone. But…the challenge did prod at his mind…it was rather intriguing.

"You said pick anyone, not pick any girl. I'm sure you'll see that it's done in ten days." And with that, the tensai was gone.

Oh dear God.

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"Would you stop following me already?" those words were ground out through clenched teeth, annoyance quite obvious in the boy's tone.

It had been two days now. And Atobe was getting nowhere. The usual Seigaku Regulars were heading for the hamburger restaurant with one extra guest: Echizen's newly declared stalker. Behind the pair were Momo and Kikumaru, staring at Hyoutei's buchou in confusion, who was attempting (and failing) to hit on Seigaku's future support pillar.

"You should be happy…ecstatic even, to be in ore-sama's presence," Atobe replied, smirking slightly.

"Scram, monkey king!" Echizen retorted once more. Did I say one extra guest? I meant two. There was, of course, the one who put Atobe up for this challenge in the first place, the presently-smiling Fuji. Echizen stopped and paused for a moment before turning and walking the other way.

"E-echizen! The food is this way!" Momo screamed at the littler one.

"Baka, I know," was Echizen's cold reply. "I'm going home," he added. It was quite clear that Atobe wasn't going to leave him alone; he'd have to leave once he reached his house…right? Those eight minutes it took to get back to his house were excruciating.

Echizen arrived back at his house, more or less in a hurry, both extra passengers still following. He turned to look at both Atobe and Fuji and sighed, shutting his door. Ah! Peace at last!

…

"Fuji-senpai, how did you get in my house?"

"Eh? Through the door, silly. Isn't that logical?" Fuji smiled nonchalantly. Knowing Fuji, Echizen wouldn't have been surprised if he flew in through a window.

"Did you want something?" Echizen twitched, restraining himself from screaming. And just then, Fuji's eyes opened, a mischievous glint twinkling in those two deep pools of aqua. Echizen flinched, seeing those eyes stare at him; really, they were unnerving.

"Yes actually…" the tensai spoke with a tone that matched his eyes. "I noticed about your little problem… Right now I'm here to help you," Fuji smiled at his kouhai, his eyes closing themselves again.

Fuji never ceased to amaze him. The younger boy knew how his senpai worked by now. Whatever the tensai had in mind was just going to get him deeper into this situation. "Mada mada dane."

"All right…but with your current tactics to push Hyoutei's buchou away, you'll accomplish nothing…" Fuji sighed idly.

Echizen's ears perked up just enough to be noticed. What his senpai said piqued his interest. Hold your tongue, Ryoma. Hold your tongue.

"Care to tell me?" Well…so much for holding his tongue. That oh so familiar smile lighted Fuji's face.

"Saa…I thought you didn't want my help, Echizen" Fuji wasn't going to make this easy, was he?

"I changed my mind." That was as close as Echizen was going to get to admitting defeat.

"I see. Well as you can tell, the way you're trying to ditch Atobe isn't working out. So switch to a different method…make him want to avoid you forever." Apparently Echizen wasn't catching on.

"And how do I do that?" Really, it was just amazing how oblivious he could be.

"You pretend to like him and make mistakes in the 'relationship.' Simple, ne?" Fuji replied, patience seeming to bless the said one.

This prodigy's suggestion was met with silence. Dead silence. It almost seemed as if Echizen's spirit packed up and left town from pure shock. His mouth opened to say something, anything! Then he closed it again. Simple he says… "Y-you must be kidding…." was what came out of the younger boy's mouth.

"Nothing else will work, you know," Fuji stated, plain as it was. And with a sigh, Echizen wordlessly admitted defeat for the second time that day. This was turning out to be a horrible day. "Ne, why don't you give him a call? The sooner you start, you sooner you'll rid him," Fuji smiled serenely. Behind that oh so calm smile, Echizen could sense something…predatory. Fuji's remark earned himself a glare from the latter.

"I'll see you at practice tomorrow then, Fuji-senpai," Echizen replied back, practically kicking the brunette out of his home.

"You're not fun, Ryoma Gambatte with your mission, ne?" Fuji grinned, closing the door before Echizen could comment. He had to admit though; Fuji's idea lingered around his mind. Maybe he was right. Maybe he should call Atobe…

"Kuso…don't have his number…oh well then," and that tiny consideration to call the mauve-haired boy was quick to depart his mind. He grabbed a can of Ponta and slumped down on his couch lazily when seven digits in cursive writing caught his eyes. The dark-haired boy's eyes widened to an uncharacteristically huge size. Damnit…Fuji was already one step ahead of him. Slamming the can down and grabbing the piece of paper generously left by his senpai, Echizen headed for the nearest phone to give a certain diva an unexpected call…and it wasn't because Fuji told him to…it was because the idea wouldn't leave his head until he did it. Yeah. That's right.

Ring…ring…ring!

"Moshi moshi, ore-sama speaking." That haughty voice never ceased to irritate the youngest Seigaku regular.

"Echizen desu-"

"E-echizen…?" Atobe's voice was momentarily filled with surprise, but he rapidly gained his composure again. "What's up?" he smirked after realizing this must be humiliating for Echizen.

"I wanted to watch the United States Championship Finals but my dad is watching porn. Could I come to your place…since you have a mansion after all?"

"If you must…I was going to watch it too. Well ore-sama can send a limo over if you want, Ryoma-kun."

"I-iie, I can just walk. Ah…ja then," Echizen ended the conversation, hanging up the phone. So they were on a first name basis now, eh? And why did the way Atobe say his name make him shiver in delight?

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"Is Ryoma-kun starting to fall for my irresistible charms?" Atobe grinned as soon as Echizen entered his house…err…mansion.

"I'll just pretend you never said that," Echizen said in his usually indifferent tone. After a good hour or so of watching the match, the golden-eyed boy decided to test out one of Fuji's ideas. "Ne…Atobe, I'm thirsty…could you get me something to drink?"

He received a quick glance from Atobe who was anxiously (though appearance-wise, you couldn't tell) on the edge of his seat, watching the tiebreaker going on between Federer and Roddick.

"Uhn…sure. Serva-"

"No!" Echizen quickly jumped on the diva, preventing him from calling out one of his servants to retrieve the drink. A blush quickly spread across his cheeks like wildfire once he realized that he was sitting on Atobe's lap. He titled his cap a bit down, attempting to hide his colored face. "I…want you to get it…please?" Echizen whispered breathily. Atobe gulped, giving a last glance to the match, not wanting to miss it.

"Ah…fine," Atobe frowned and quickly darted for the kitchen. Ponta…Ponta…ah! There it was! He grabbed the darker-haired boy's favorite drink, rushed back, and gave his undivided attention to the TV screen only to see…that the game had already ended…

"Ah! That was the most exciting tiebreaker I've ever seen in my life!" A semi-devious grin was plastered on Echizen's face, watching Atobe's shoulders slump slightly.

That little…! "Oh…who won?" If he didn't get to watch the tiebreaker, it'd be nice to know who won the match at least.

"Hmm…I can't seem to recall…oh well. Thanks for letting me over. I should be heading home now. Ja!" Echizen couldn't get that mischievous smirk off his face. Making Atobe miss the United States Championship Finals…the tiebreaker! That felt good.