Author's Note: Oh, so sorry I haven't updated in a while. Thanksto all of you who reviewed and again, sorry for the delay.There's been so much going on but now...here we go. Without further ado...

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Chapter Thirteen

All the Hyotei regulars lay on the ground, panting after their practice. Everyone was sweaty and tired from the vigorous workout they had just been through.

"I'm dying," Gakuto moaned from the ground.

Even Atobe was sitting on the ground, for once not minding the dirt was getting on his uniform. Jiroh was on the ground, his breathes coming in short spurts as he tried to calm his heart down enough so he could get to sleep.

"Good practice, everyone," Oishi called out.

"Are you crazy?" Shishido called out. "This isn't practice, it's torture!"

"Shishido-san, Oishi-san was just…" Ohtori began to say.

"Choutarou, don't stand up for him all the time," Shishido said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Oh," Ohtori said.

"Ooooooohhhhhh, Shishido's jealous," Gakuto cackled, rolling on the ground in laughter.

Shishido turned a little pink while Ohtori stared at Gakuto. "You wanna say that again?" Shishido asked, his voice dangerously quiet.

"I said…" Gakuto started.

"Let's not fight," Oishi said. "Everyone should go home and rest. Tomorrow will be another strenuous day."

Everyone grunted as they pushed themselves up from the ground and made their way to the changing rooms. Oishi stayed behind to make sure everything was in order and that no stray balls were left on the courts.

"You don't have to do that," Atobe said, observing. "It is the first years' job."

Oishi shook his head. "I don't mind," he said, continuing his search.

"Ore-sama will deal with them tomorrow," Atobe murmured.

Oishi turned around and frowned at Atobe. "Don't," he said.

"Do not order Ore-sama around," Atobe shot back.

Oishi sighed. "Atobe, you should really treat first years better. They look up to you," he said.

Atobe just tossed his head at the statement. Oishi was just stating the obvious. He knew that the first years simply adored him, he was Ore-sama after all. Before Atobe could reply back, Oishi glanced at his watch. "I have to go," Oishi announced, starting his walk back to the changing rooms. "Practice will be at 6:30, correct?" Oishi asked.

"You are Fukubuchou, you should know," Atobe said a bit coldly.

Oishi nodded. "I'm just double-checking," Oishi said. "Have a nice evening, Atobe." Oishi was a courteous person and even if someone made him angry, he would still bid him or her good evening. It was not to say that Oishi was necessarily angry with Atobe, it was more like frustration at the fact that Atobe considered no one his equal when clearly people were. He just couldn't seem to comprehend Atobe's mindset.

Atobe watched at Oishi made his way back to the changing room, his scowl deepening. Somehow Atobe sensed that Oishi was…different from before. Had something occurred at the hospital?

:Seigaku:

Tezuka held the phone in his hand, getting ready to make the call to Hyotei. He stared out of the window of Ryuzaki-sensei's office, watching as the sky turned red with the setting of the sun. Then he closed his eyes and his mind flashed back to when Oishi was with him, basking in the reddish glow the sun bathed the room in. Tezuka could distinctly remember the green of Oishi's eyes as they contrasted against the fiery sun.

"Oishi," Tezuka breathed.

A gentle breeze flowed into the room through opening of the window. It was as if Oishi had responded to his call…a gentle murmur answering Tezuka.

Tezuka.

Tezuka's eyes snapped open and looked wildly around just in case…no, there was nothing. Merely a figment of Tezuka's imagination. His gaze moved down to the hand that was still on the phone and just stared at it for a moment. Just one phone call and he would be able to reach Oishi. Maybe during the length of one phone call, he would be able to make Oishi remember something else.

His hand slowly picked up the phone and he punched in the number he had gotten from Ryuzaki-sensei.

:Hyotei:

Atobe sat drumming his fingers absentmindedly on the desk in front of him. 'Ore-sama is never wrong. Something is different.' Atobe was deep in thought when the phone rang.

"Yes?" he asked irritably.

"Atobe," Tezuka's voice flowed out from the other end.

"Impressed by Ore-sama's prowess?" Atobe asked.

"Hardly," Tezuka answered.

"Something Hyotei can help with?" Atobe asked.

"To reschedule the match," Tezuka said, getting straight to point.

Atobe narrowed his eyes. If he agreed, then it would mean Seigaku would be near Oishi again. It seemed that Fate worked against him and Atobe allowed no one and nothing to work against him. The only person that had achieved this so far had been Oishi and Atobe was still trying to figure out how that could have happened.

"There will be no match," Atobe said making sure his voice was firm.

Silence at the other end. "Why not?" Atobe could hear the little bit of frustration that Tezuka allowed in his voice.

"It wouldn't be good to risk injury to our players," Atobe said. "Especially with Zenkoku so close."

There was going to be no way Atobe would allow any Seigaku regular near Oishi again. It was a precaution he was willing to take to keep Oishi at Hyotei. But why was he so scared to let Oishi remember? Was it really because of the advantage he had? Or maybe…

"Ore-sama cannot allow that," Atobe said forgetting momentarily that he was still talking to Tezuka.

A momentary lapse of silence greeted Atobe before Tezuka answered. "Hn," Tezuka said, his voice stiff.

"Is there anything else or are you done wasting Ore-sama's time?" Atobe asked, his arrogance coming back.

"Iie," Tezuka said. "We will meet at Zenkoku."

:Seigaku:

Tezuka's hand trembled in effort not to slam the phone down. He knew Atobe did that deliberately. With Oishi cut off from Seigaku, there would be no way to help him regain his memories and without his memories, Oishi would still be with Hyotei, oblivious to the turmoil Seigaku was going through without him.

Walking to the window, Tezuka stared out towards the courts, watching the regulars practicing. 'They miss him as much as I do.' Tezuka thought. Now he needed another plan. If Atobe prevented him from seeing Oishi by refusing to reschedule the match, then he would just have to find an alternate way.

Turning from the window, Tezuka walked back down to the courts, first to deliver the bad news.

"Regulars, gather!" Tezuka commanded.

All the regulars eagerly gathered around Tezuka, waiting for the date of the match. The day where Oishi might come back.

"When are we going, nya?" Eiji asked, bouncing up and down with anticipation.

"What did Atobe say?"

"Tell us, Buchou!"

"Fsssh,"

Tezuka waited for the clamor to subside before he spoke. "There will be no rematch," he said in his usual deadpan voice.

All the regulars just stood there. "What!" Eiji exclaimed.

"Atobe did not agree," Fuji said.

Tezuka nodded. "It seems he does not want us near Oishi," Tezuka said.

"But we have to get Oishi back!" Eiji cried out. "I won't let Hyotei keep him, nya!"

"Hn," Tezuka said. 'You aren't the only one, Kikumaru.' Tezuka thought.

"So Monkey King won't let us see Oishi-senpai," Ryoma said. "Who said we have to listen to him?"

Every regular turned to look at the youngest player. It seemed their freshman prodigy hit something. Eiji's blue eyes lit up and he ran to hug Ryoma.

"Ochibi!" Eiji yelled happily, almost suffocating the freshman.

"Itai…Kiku…maru-senpai," Ryoma managed to gasp out as Eiji's arms threatened to squeeze the life out of him.

"Tezuka, do you think we can go to Hyotei unannounced?" Kawamura asked.

Tezuka paused to think for a moment, "It is the only way to see Oishi," he said finally.

A smile spread on the regular's faces. If Atobe was going to try and prevent them from Oishi, then they would just have to try harder to see said Fukubuchou. Nothing would stand in their way, not even Hyotei's narcissistic Buchou or their two hundred strong tennis team.

They would all have to work fast if they wanted Oishi to come back to Seigaku. Zenkoku was only a few weeks away. Could they do it? Could they bring enough of Oishi's memories back in time?

Author's Note: I know this chapter wasn't really up to standard...Next chapter should be out soon but no guarantees on that. Was this chapter good? Bad? Please tell me!

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