Author's Note: Thank you, thank you, thank you! To everyone who reviewed: hugs for everyone. :smiles: Now here's the story. I apologize to anyone who is against what I have chosen but this school was the most popular choice. I hope tha teven though your school didn't win, you will like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT/TnO.
Warning: Contains one swear word. (Hey, can't have kids swearing can I?
Recap: "You know me?"
Chapter Four:
"Duh," came the reply.
"Ah, may I ask who you are?" Oishi asked.
The other boy stared at him, eyes widening. "You've got to be kidding me," he groaned. "You lost your mind or something?"
Oishi looked at the other young man, "No, I've been told that I have amnesia," Oishi explained.
Silence. Then the other boy asked. "Amnesia?"
"Aa."
Suddenly the other boy grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the stairs. "Unbelievable," the other boy muttered.
"Ah, excuse me, but where are we going?" Oishi asked, thoroughly confused at the other boy's action.
The other boy didn't answer him. He just dragged the former Fukubuchou of Seigaku up the stairs, down a long hallway past many doors until he stopped at one, near the end of the hall. "In here," came the short command. Oishi just looked at the door unsure whether to obey or to simply walk away. But being the kind person he was, he chose the former and placed his hand on the handle.
He turned it and pushed the door open. Immediately, the sound of chatter filled his ears but much of it stopped when the door had opened. Oishi just stared back at the class that seemed to have its gaze fixated on him.
"Oishi of Seigaku," a lazy voice drawled.
"Ano…" Oishi was at a complete loss for words. He looked towards the other boy who just brushed past him and entered the room.
"Atobe-sama," the boy greeted.
"Hn," came the reply. "Ore-sama wants to know why he is here."
"He doesn't remember anything," Gakuto said.
Atobe allowed himself to raise an eyebrow. "Ore-sama does not believe this. He is spying for Seigaku," Atobe said.
Gakuto shook his head. "I don't think so, Atobe-sama," he countered.
Atobe narrowed his eyes. "You dare to challenge Ore-sama, Gakuto?" Atobe said.
Gakuto quickly shook his head in the negative. Getting on Atobe's bad side was not what he wanted. "H-he told me he doesn't remember anything," Gakuto said.
"Ore-sama will allow him to speak," Atobe said, beckoning Oishi to him.
"Ah, I am Oishi Shuuichiroh," Oishi introduced himself.
"Ore-sama knows who you are," Atobe said, bored. "Why are you here?"
"I-I just transferred here," Oishi said, a little bit nervous at the skeptical glance the narcissistic boy gave him.
"You have no memory of Seigaku?" Atobe asked, his interest beginning to spike.
Oishi shook his head. "There was Tezuka-san that told me I used to go there. However…" Oishi began.
Atobe cut his off. "Ore-sama is not interested in your life's story," he said. "You mentioned Tezuka however."
Oishi nodded, unsure where this conversation was going. "Tezuka-san was the one who took me to the hospital after my accident," Oishi explained.
"He did not tell you anything besides where you went to school?" Atobe asked. Oishi shook his head. Atobe's eye brightened as and idea came into his mind. Perhaps Ore-sama can use this to Hyotei's advantage. Tezuka did not tell him he played tennis. Without the other half of their Golden Pair, Hyotei is guaranteed another victory. "Tell me, Oishi-kun," Atobe's voice became almost a purr. "Do you play tennis?"
Oishi thought for a moment. "I don't think so, unless I did before I had my accident," he said.
Atobe waved it off. "No matter, Ore-sama commands you to go to practice today after school," Atobe said.
"I would be happy to go," Oishi said. He wondered if he did play tennis. If he did, was he any good? I suppose my questions will be answered after school. Oishi reasoned.
"Gakuto," Atobe called.
"Hai?" Gakuto answered, jumping a little from the sudden voice.
"Ore-sama leaves him in your hands," Atobe said dismissively.
Gakuto gave a bow and took Oishi's hand, leading him out the door. Once the doors closed, the voices resumed their conversations, this time, about what had transpired.
"…see the new guy?"
"..Seigaku…rival…"
Oishi was a bit nervous throughout the day; his mind kept wandering to what would happen after school. As the last bell rang, signaling the end of class, the butterflies in Oishi's stomach intensified. He hurriedly packed all his things and rushed out the door, not wanting his guide to wait. Gakuto had been specifically assigned to guide Oishi and help him. It did help that they were in the same class.
"If we're late, Atobe-sama's not going to be happy," Gakuto grumbled.
"Hai," Oishi said. "Did I cause you to be late?"
Gakuto sighed. "Whatever, I guess because it's your first day, Atobe-sama won't mind," Gakuto said.
Oishi nodded his head and made a mental note. Arriving at the changing room, Oishi realized that he didn't have anything he could wear to practice.
"Ah, Gakuto-san," Oishi said.
"It's just Gakuto," Gakuto said.
"Hai, Gakuto, I don't have anything to change into and…" Oishi trailed off.
"Atobe-sama's seen to that," Gakuto said.
He led Oishi to the back of the changing room and pulled out a practice outfit. He handed it to Oishi who smiled his thanks. Oishi quickly changed into them, not wanting to delay Gakuto any more. When they stepped onto the courts, Oishi then realized that he didn't have a racket to practice with.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Gakuto," Oishi said.
"What now?" Gakuto asked, a bit annoyed.
"I don't have a racket," Oishi explained.
Gakuto let out an exasperated sigh. "You just aren't prepared are you?" he said.
"Gomen, I did not know I was coming to practice," Oishi said. "I will be more prepared in the future."
"You're talking like you're already a regular," Gakuto scoffed.
"Ah, gomen," Oishi said.
"Stop with the apologies! I've never met someone who's as annoying as you," Gakuto said. Then he thought about it and said. "Actually never mind, Eiji was worse."
Oishi felt another pang. "Eiji?" he asked. "Is he from Seigaku?"
Gakuto shut his mouth. Atobe-sama would kill me if he remembered. Gakuto thought. "Yeah, he goes to Seigaku," Gakuto said.
"I wonder if I knew him," Oishi wondered out loud.
"Uh, probably not," Gakuto said. "He's really annoying and you probably wouldn't like him a lot."
"Sou…ka…" Oishi said.
"Anyways," Gakuto mumbled, trying to get Oishi's mind off Seigaku. "Let's see if we can get you a racket."
"Hai," Oishi replied.
"Gakuto, what are you doing still standing there?" The Hyotei tensai, Oshitari Yuushi asked, walking towards the redhead. He stopped short when he saw Oishi. "And what is this?"
"Atobe-sama didn't tell you?" Gakuto asked.
"Apparently not," Oshitari said still staring at Oishi.
"That's a first usually he would spread the word faster than…" Gakuto mumbled.
"Gakuto!" a voice called out.
Gakuto froze. Oh shit. Gakuto thought. Their esteemed captain was sauntering over to where the three of them were standing. Had he heard? He wondered.
"Atobe-sama," Gakuto greeted.
"Go practice with Oshitari," Atobe commanded.
"Hai," Gakuto said. Then he quickly scampered to the courts, Oshitari in tow. The group of regulars now surrounded both Gakuto and Oshitari, intent on finding out what Oishi was doing at Hyotei.
Atobe turned back to Oishi. "Ore-sama believes you look nicer in a Hyotei uniform although no one can compare to Ore-sama," Atobe said. "Now, let's see what you can do."
"Ah, excuse me, but I don't have a racket to practice with," Oishi said, repeating his situation for what seemed like the billionth time. But being the patient person he was, he didn't mind repeating it.
"Hn," Atobe said. Then he walked over to one of the further courts and rapped out. "Ichinen, line up!"
All the first years scrambled to line themselves up into uniform rows as their buchou commanded of them. All of them were excited that their buchou, their…god was actually taking time to address them.
"Rackets out!" Atobe ordered.
"Hai Buchou!" a chorus of voices called out. Like men in the army, rows of rackets were held out.
"Kabaji!" Atobe called.
"Usu!"
"Pick out a suitable racket."
"Usu!"
The tall lumbering junior, who was under Atobe's complete control, went down every row to inspect the rackets. Finally choosing one that was deemed "best" he made his way back to Atobe.
Atobe looked at Oishi. "Now it is time to practice," he said.
Oishi looked at it and then at the row of first years. "Whose racket is this?" he asked.
Silence greeted him. "Answer him," Atobe said, annoyed that he had to order them to speak.
"Mine," A voice came from the sea of first years.
Oishi walked to where the voice had come from and looked at the young boy. He smiled and said. "Arigatou, for letting me use your racket," he said.
He was suddenly jerked back by Kabaji, who, on Atobe's orders, dragged him back to Atobe's side.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
Oishi looked at him, "What do you mean?" he asked gently.
"Do not answer Ore-sama's questions with questions," Atobe replied haughtily.
"I had to thank him for letting me use his racket," Oishi said.
"You are a third year," Atobe said.
"Regardless, a 'thank you' was necessary," Oishi said.
"A third year does not demote himself to thank first years," Atobe said.
"That is illogical," Oishi cried out.
"Not at Hyotei," Atobe said. "You have wasted enough time. Ichinen, back to practice!"
Oishi looked to the boy without a racket. "What will he do?" Oishi asked. "Maybe I should give it…"
"Kabaji!" Atobe called.
"Usu!"
"Deal with this problem," Atobe ordered.
"Usu!"
Atobe began to walk back to the courts where the regulars were practicing. He was smoldering. How dare he! Ore-sama will not tolerate insubordination. Atobe thought. He forced himself to remain composed, after all, anger only caused wrinkles right?
Oishi walked back to the first year and held out the racket. "This belongs to you," he said.
The first year only looked at him. "I can't take it," he whispered.
"Why not? It's yours," Oishi said.
"Atobe-sama didn't allow it," the first year said.
"I'm giving it back," Oishi said. "I don't need it anymore."
"But…" the first year began to protest.
"I'll handle Atobe-san for you," Oishi said. He put the racket in the first year's hand and walked away.
Atobe noticed Oishi walking rather fast and without the racket.
"You dare to defy Ore-sama's wishes?" Atobe cried out. The entire courts were silent. Oishi continued his walk towards Atobe.
Author's Note: Did the characters seem OOC to you? Gah! Why can't I keep their characteristics? Anyways, I hope it wasn't that bad:worries:
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