I'm slightly surprised that this pairing doesn't get as much attention. I'll say I'm NOT a fic writer, but I came across this wonderful fic by a lovely Japanese woman who goes by the name Hanako Fukuoka, and she very kindly let me translate and put this up for the English fandom to enjoy. :D Apologies in advance for any odd expressions. ;; Without further ado, enjoy:D

Title: "It Was All You" (Zenbu Kimidatta)
Chapter: "And That's A Fact" Part 1/3, Chapter 1/4
Author: Hanako Fukuoka
Translator: The Seijin
Pairing: Atobe/Shishido, Otori/Shishido. Jirou/Atobe (both pairs seme/uke irrelevant)
Warning: Sort of death fic (in which the character starts as dead)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: PLEASE TAKE NOTE, this fic is NOT written by me. All I have done is translate an original Japanese fanfic. And obviously neither of us own PoT.
Homepage: http/no.cure.to/cu/

Chapter 1: And That's A Fact

Even if you're gone, the world will remain unchanging.

I gaped. I think a good three minutes passed before I could utter a word. Meanwhile, he just looked at me, no, glared at me with those blue eyes, arms folded.

"……Do you have something against me or what?"
"I may and I may not. But that's not the point."
He brushed off the words I strenuously managed to string out with a light snort. He, Atobe Keigo, then slowly approached me. Instinctively, I grasped my pillow tighter and drew back slightly.
"What. Are you scared?"
"Not scared, more like confused out of my bloody mind! What are you? You're meant to be..."
"Dead?"
He smirked. That condescending twitch of his lips would have annoyed me no end before. But at that time what was more important to me was that I couldn't feel those hands that went right through the pillow I was holding and touching my shoulder.

"You, you're real..."
"What else would you expect."
He smiled proudly, for some reason.

Atobe Keigo had died a week ago.

Leaving us behind.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't be surprised. You'd so do something like come back as a ghost."
"What's that supposed to mean."
I dumbly suggested to the slightly irritated looking Atobe to sit down (I think I was slightly confused.), and myself sat back on my bed. Atobe walked over to the seat and sat down. Or so it seemed.
"Can you like, feel that you're sitting on something?"
"Ah? No. It seems like I can't touch things."
"Aha... So is it like you're holding yourself in a sitting position?"
"Not holding, I'm not putting in any strength. I'm floating. Do you want to see?"
"No! That's cool, just stay sitting!"
I declined the offer (I was sure I'd get more confused if I saw Atobe floating) and observed Atobe as he stretched whilst sitting on the seat. He seems to have feet. 1 He doesn't look that different appearance wise, but seeing as he was able to pass though objects before, he does look kind of paler than I remember. Or maybe it's more like he melts into the area around him. But he had always been paler than me with his skin and hair colour.

"So how long have you been like... this?"
"Not long. Next thing I knew, I was here."
"S, so you didn't see your funeral and stuff."
"No. I wouldn't want to see it in the first place."
This made me feel a little more relaxed. I stiffly smile back at Atobe who looked somewhat disgruntled. I don't think I was particularly emotional or pathetic at the funeral, but I was sincerely happy that he hadn't seen me that day. Me, or the other guys from the tennis club.

Because Hyoutei's uniforms' white, we kinda look out of place in these, don't we.

I said so, then Oshitari had hugged me around the shoulders and patted me as if to console me. Jirou just held on to Taki and didn't look up. Gakuto just looked down biting his bottom lip tightly. Choutarou, Kabaji and Hiyoshi looked at the floor in dead silence. I think I said a lot of meaningless crap, feeling the need to fill the uneasy silences. I felt that if I didn't talk, everything would become black and I would fall head first into a never ending tunnel of darkness.

...So what about our feelings of that time, God? While I internally bitched to some random entity of an unknown religion, Atobe crossed his ridiculously long legs.
"What are you doing, blushing and paling at the same time."
"N, nothing."
"Don't worry. It's not like I've come to haunt you or anything."
"Oh really..."
It's not like I've come to haunt you. Those words stuck with me. So he's returned to this world because he's got an agenda here?
"Then what have you come here to do?"
"...There's something I've left undone."
"Left undone?"
"Aaa. Apparently if this isn't finished I can't go over to the other side... Well, I still wanted to stay over here, so this is convenient."
"..."
Atobe said it easily, but I fell silent.
Things left undone. There must be heaps of those. He clearly wants to be here. Well, you'd think so. It's likely that he had never thought that his time would come so soon.

"Idiot."

For a second, I had no idea what had been said to me. But to the very familiar word my brain functions kicked into gear speedily. The next set of words flew out like a reflex.
"What'd you say?"
"I said idiot. Don't you understand Japanese?"
"You...!"
"Stoopid. Your face shows all your thoughts, you open book."
"..."
Atobe just smirks again.
"Look, don't you dare sympathize with me. Never feel sorry for me. I'm dead, and while that's not great for me, it's a fact. But because I was given a chance, I was able to come back to enjoy this place. That's all there is to this."

I felt slightly bothered by Atobe's haughty attitude, but just nodded and conceded with him for now.

cont.

1 Japanese ghosts are meant to be feet/legless. o0;

Thus it begins. :o