Life Today-Oshitari Yushi

The sun shone brightly in Oshitari Yushi's room. The teen sat up reaching his arm for his glasses on the table. "Eh?" He looked at the table feeling around for his glasses; they weren't there. He rubbed his eyes and slowly got out of his bed, tripping slightly. He blindly walked to his dresser on his way, besides his bed, he stepped on the stomach of his tennis captain. "Atobe? What are you doing on the floor?"

Atobe stood quickly with wide eyes. "I'm on the FLOOR! And YOU stepped on me!"

Oshitari wasn't in the mood for his friend's bickering, so he apologized though he knew it wouldn't be enough to stop the captain's complaining. "Oh…please…stop him…" Oshitari whispered under his breath.

"Oshitari, one question." Atobe said calmly. "Does 'GOD' sleep on the floor?"

"No." Oshitari sighed.

Oshitari could tell the anger Atobe has just built up, it's wasn't long till the captain would explode. Atobe pouted, "Did you forget who GOD was!" He called himself god, he believed he was center of everything. "Well, to refresh your memory, I, Keigo Atobe, am god, your god and everyone else's."

"I'm sorry," Oshitari sighed, he hated to hear Atobe like this in the morning, nothing ever goes right if Atobe is angered in the morning. The non-spectacled teen walked to his dresser trying to ignore his captain.

"Sorry then walk away! You don't do that to god! You don't walk away from Ore-sama unless he has dismissed you and you must bow to him!" Atobe crossed his arms and muttered some other phrases.

Oshitari grinned, "How 'bout a kiss?" He teased, but that was a mistake, Atobe was going to go on another rampage.

"From you? Of course not! Ore-sama will not be touched by such vile lips!" Atobe glared and stomped to the bathroom. "By the way! I found your glasses!" Atobe tossed the glassed out of the bathroom.

Oshitari attempted to catch them, but missed them by an inch. He moved back stepping on them as they lay by his foot. "Ugh!" Oshitari looked down and picked up his broken glasses. "I'll buy a new pair later."

Atobe stepped out of the bathroom laughing. "Nice, servant." He was all dressed in the school uniform and ready to go. "I'm going, see you."

"When did I become servant?" Oshitari thought for a moment. Atobe would call him all sorts of names but never servant. "Wait! I'm not your servant!" Oshitari glared at the closed door Atobe walked out of.

"Sure, sure," Atobe sounded muffled because the door was closed.

By the time Oshitari finished dressing and eating it was time for school. At school the bell had just rung and he was still at home. Oshitari shifted his eyes to the clock in the kitchen then his watch. He'd been going by the time on his watch, which was set wrong; it was twenty minutes late. Oshitari removed the wrong watch and left for school. By the time the non-spectacled boy arrived at school it was fifteen minutes into first period. "I'm here. I'm late and I'm sitting." Oshitari panted and took a seat.

The teacher watched him and nodded. He didn't really care; he was the coach of the tennis team and could deal with Oshitari there. He'd probably make the captain tell him to run laps.

Oshitari pulled out his planner and opened it to this week. He growled under his breath as he read what that egotistical captain wrote down about himself. "Ore-sama was here. Atobe Keigo is god. God is watching you. Atobe is the most beautiful person in the world…" Oshitari read some of the phrases silently. "Atobe Keigo's property: Oshitari Yushi," Involuntarily Oshitari said that out loud in the silent classroom. The class laughed at him, only someone crazy could be owned by Atobe. "I'll get you, Keigo." Oshitari pointed, at what he thought was Atobe.

"Oshitari! I'm over here!" Atobe said teasingly, he was just getting back at Oshitari double from this morning. "Did you really need someone to dress you today? You look horrid." Atobe stood up and walked over to Oshitari. "Oh, and look-y here! We have a blind boy." The egotist laughed and started to redo Oshitari's tie. "God will fix you up."

"Hey!" Oshitari tried to shoo Atobe away. "I don't need help." The teacher laughed amused, he couldn't stop Atobe if he tried; though he was the teacher and coach. "Mr. Sakaki, help!"

"Stay still and you do." Atobe smiled. The captain fixed up Oshitari quickly and sat back down.

The bell rang soon after. The rest of the day Oshitari kept quiet, but Atobe wouldn't leave him alone. If Atobe was angered in the morning, he'll get back at you a thousand times more that whole day. It made Oshitari wonder how tennis practice would turn out. It scared him a little, he wasn't willing to go, but he had to.

At the end of the school day Oshitari walked by himself to he courts, on his way Atobe came up to him grinning. "Hey, captain." Oshitari sighed.

"I got you new glasses. Put them on, now." Atobe slid the glasses onto Oshitari's face. The captain's eyes widened. "Oh! My!" Atobe's eyes soften. "You're so beautiful." The egotist kissed the lens of Oshitari's new glasses. "Ore-sama the most beautiful man in the world." Atobe flipped his hair and walked off.

Oshitari cleaned his glasses and replaced them back on his face. Atobe annoyed him sometimes. "That captain…he can fall in love with himself by looking in the mirror."

"Did you just figure that out now? That's why he keeps a mirror in his book bag all the time." Shishido ran past him.

"I thought he had that mirror so he could redo his make-up." Oshitari shook his head. "What's wrong with me today?" The Hyotei prodigy walked into the courts; he looked around, no sign of his captain or the coach. He sighed in relief, but a little too soon.

"Oshitari Yushi." Coach Sakaki came up behind him. "The captain needs to speak to all the regulars. Gather them please."

Oshitari agreed and gathered the eight regulars. They sat or stood in the clubroom as they stared at the captain standing before them. The captain stared at the eight regulars and grinned. "Today we will be practicing for our next match. I want my singles players on the first two courts and my doubles at the last. But first you all need to do twenty laps, plus fifteen more, but only for Oshitari."

The prodigy twitched, but he knew he could handle it. As long as he wasn't like the captain of the rival school, Seigaku, who makes his regulars run one hundred laps. "Great…"

"Ohtori and Shishido on the first court. Jirou and Hiyoshi on the second court." Atobe brushed his players along to do their laps.

Oshitari finished his thirty-five laps in the slowest time ever. His doubles partner stood on the court looking aggravated. "Mukahi? What's wrong?" Oshitari ran up next to him.

Oshitari's eyes shifted to a laughing Atobe who was ready to serve. "I don't understand. Why should I have to play against Kabaji and the captain? They made me play with out you Oshitari."

"Well…at least the captain played." Oshitari looked around for his racket. He had forgotten it in the clubroom.

"No, not exactly. He just sat on the court on his side, just like usual." Mukahi looked annoyed. "Your data's off today."

"I've got to run back to the clubroom for a second." Oshitari ran back to the clubroom and searched for his racket. He remembered bringing it, but he couldn't find it. He went to his cubby, but he didn't see anything. His stuff wasn't there, his school uniform or his tennis equipment. He grabbed one of Mukahi's rackets and was heading out. He grabbed the doorknob and tried to turn it. It was locked, he shook it a little and tried to open it, he pulled it towards himself but it would open. Twenty minutes were wasted trying to find his racket and get this door open. "What's wrong with this door!"

A force pulled the door from Oshitari, "What's taking you so long?" Atobe stood at the door frowning. "Ore-sama is not waiting anymore. Practice will be over in fifteen. Go run laps till I tell you to stop."

Oshitari blinked, the door wasn't locked he just was pulling it instead of pushing. The prodigy sighed, put down Mukahi's racket and ran off to do his laps. When Atobe told Oshitari to stop practice was very much over; it was over thirty minutes ago. "Captain…" Oshitari panted and fell on the bench in the clubroom. "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"Oh…I just forgot about you anyway." Atobe shrugged and stared into the mirror.

Oshitari twitch, the captain had forgotten about him, what were the chances of that. "Captain, I can't find my stuff…it's not in it's spot."

"What number cubby did you look in, Oshitari?" Atobe gave Oshitari an annoyed look.

"Three, captain." Oshitari sighed.

"Don't you remember? I moved your stuff to number six…I thought I had told you. Guess not." Atobe shrugged. "Oh well."

"Six?" Oshitari was too tired for this. He walked to his cubby and grabbed his stuff.

"Would you like a ride home?" Atobe walked with Oshitari out of the courts.

Oshitari shook his head and looked up at the sky. Small drops of water fell from the sky landing on Oshitari's glasses. "Actually—" Oshitari looked around. Atobe was already gone he watched as Atobe's drove away in his car. Oshitari sighed and began to walk home. The rain down poured on the prodigy. He was drenched when he got home. He threw his stuff down and walked into the kitchen. He yelled when he saw his captain sitting like a king on the kitchen counter. "Atobe!"

"Oh, you finally came home." Atobe laughed and took a sip from the tea glass he was holding.

"How'd you get in?" Oshitari walked to the refrigerator.

"Your parents want me to watch over you." Atobe grinned. "You get to spend the whole night with Ore-sama."

Oshitari hit his head on the refrigerator, he couldn't take it, and being with Atobe was the last thing on his mind. "Oh, please, no!" Oshitari didn't know what to do. He just ran to his room and shut the door.

"What's his problem?" Atobe stood and walked to the door of the bespectacled boy's room.

Oshitari held his head and removed his glasses. "I'm going to sleep. Forget it…I can't stand looking at Atobe."

Atobe entered the room slowly. "Why'd you take off your glasses?" He crawled on the bed and sat besides Oshitari.

"So you don't have to look at me, why else?" Oshitari buried his face in his pillow. "If you want to make my day, just say sorry."

Atobe chuckled, "Make your day? You can't tell God what to do." Atobe lied next to the prodigy and felt his forehead. "You got sick in the rain."

"It's your fault…You made my day this way…" Oshitari looked away. "It's my life today…I'm never letting you sleep over again."

"Ah, starting tomorrow I assume." Atobe grinned.

"Go sleep on the floor." Oshitari couldn't think straight, he felt light headed and dizzy.

"Don't tell God to sleep on the floor!" Atobe was about to slap Oshitari, but refrained. He stared at the now sleeping figure next to him. "I'll get you tomorrow." Atobe lied his head on Oshitari's shoulder. "Never will I say sorry to a commoner such as yourself, Oshitari." Atobe yawned and closed his eyes. "My day wasn't easy either." The captain drifted to sleep next to Oshitari with his head on the prodigy's shoulder.