Mistaken – By RoyLover (AtoSae) Saeki's POV

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Prince of Tennis except Himeko - OC character

-Chapter 3-

The next morning, I didn't eat because I didn't have the appetite to eat breakfast, so I just left to do the things I needed to do like work. Even there at work, some of the workers were worried and wondered if I was okay, but I told them that I was alright, and I was going to be okay…as usual. After I did finish the things I had to do, I decided to just tour around the city by myself to release some stress and agony inside me.

As I toured around, the memories of Atobe kept coming into my mind as I would look at a place that we had been to together. I would stare at the building, looking through the window, seeing myself and Atobe inside enjoying ourselves with smiles that had shown beyond the point of happiness. I would smile to myself, still remembering that long lost memory of mine. Tears would develop in my eyes, but I held them back. Still, I could remember when I had lost him...He would hurt me without caring. Sometimes, he threw solid, hard things at me, but I didn't do much but cry in his bed with a couple of bruises. At times, he would hurt me because I was crying...It was just too much for me that I had finally decided to move out of his house, and that was when we really did fall apart. There was no contact between me and him nor were there any visits. Those days were days where I would lay in my room, always crying. He didn't love me anymore, and I knew, but it was so hard to let him go when I loved him so much still. Looking up toward the sky, in the middle of the sidewalk, the vision before me blurred.

"Keigo..." I whispered to myself as I hugged myself for comfort.

"Saeki?" A voice suddenly spoke.

"Keigo..." I whispered to myself again, still hugging myself.

"Saeki..." I head the voice spoke again.

I felt two hands placed on my shoulders, but then I closed my eyes tightly, leaning my weak body against the mysterious person. I snuggled my head against the person's chest, whispering his name, "Keigo..." A small smile crept up onto my face, imagining this mysterious person was my Atobe Keigo. "Let me be like this for a while, Keigo..."

"Saeki..." I heard the voice replied.

There I was, snuggled against this person, talking nonsense. "I missed you so much, Keigo. Lots of things happened today. I had to help this fisherman load his cargo, but then, in the end, we've figured that most of the cargo was still alive!" The happy memories of me and Keigo started to flow through me, those emotions, bringing out a bright smile in me that hadn't been shone for a long time. "Keigo, where have you been all this time?" I asked cheerfully.

"Saeki...I'm not...this Keigo you talk about," the voice admitted.

My eyes slowly opened as I looked up to see who I was with. My vision was unfocused, but I already knew who it was. "Bane..."

"Sorry to disappoint you, Sae-chan..." Bane replied in a low tone, ruffling his hand through my silky white bleached hair.

Shaking my head, I apologized to Bane about my mental ness and quickly ran off. There was one thing that I had in mind and that was not to worry any of my friends.

There sat Atobe Keigo in his favorite black couch in the pure white dinning room. He yawned exhausted from his night's work of stacks of paper work. Himeko emerged from the halls, a huge smile on her face, looking as beautiful as ever.

"How are you, Hun?" Himeko asked him cheerfully.

"Fine," Atobe replied out flatly.

"I'm going to cook you some very delicious dinner tonight! Look forward to it!" she replied happily and left partially skipping.

He sighed to himself after his wife left the room. Sure, Himeko's cooking was tasty, but he really missed Saeki's cooking. Suddenly, he shook his head, trying to forget his old lover. After all, he did try to murder Himeko. Slowly, he stood up and walked out of the dinning room and to his room.

Stretching on his bed, he looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom, feeling loneliness creeping up to him. "Saeki...You've grown to be so thin..." he said to himself as he lye himself on his bed. Shaking his head to try and get rid of the memories of Saeki for good, he then closed his eyes, eventually falling asleep.

Eventually, Himeko awakened him to eat dinner. Slowly, he walked toward the door and stepped on something unfamiliar. Looking down, using only the little light that seeped through the door to the halls, he picked up the object, eventually finding out it was a photo album. Sighing, he sat on his bed and opened the album. The first thing he saw was a piece of paper that had written on it: My Memories' Keepsake. Flipping the first page, he saw photos of Saeki when he was little and he would be playing with Fuji and Yuuta sometimes in some of his pictures. Atobe thought to himself how adorable Saeki looked when he was little. Turning some more pages, he saw how Saeki had grown from an adorable child to a fine-looking young man. It surprised him most when he crossed another piece of paper that read: Of Me and Keigo (). He paused for a moment, but then, without hesitation, he turned to the next page, seeing photos of him and Saeki together. Saeki and him were so happy in these photos, but he told himself that he was looking through a murderer's album, and then he did the unbelievable. He took out all the photos of him and Saeki and ripped them so that him and Saeki were not in the same scene. Afterwards, he carelessly threw the ripped photos into a thin box with the photo album as well and threw it on the table and left the room to go enjoy his wife's food.

I lye on my bed, knowing I haven't ate anything all day, but I wasn't hungry at all. I closed my eyes, hoping I could fall asleep. I don't know how long I was lying in my bed, but then I heard the doorbell ring around 11 o'clock so I hopped off bed, threw on my spring jacket, and headed toward my door. When I opened it, there stood Atobe, holding a box in his hand.

"Atobe?" I said surprised.

He just continued to stare at me with no interest.

"Is there a reason why..." I was cut off when he threw the box at my face, and with so much force it knocked me to the floor.

"Low life, you forgot your stupid photo album," he said in a cold voice.

Slowly, I got to my knees and then I realized that there were ripped photos lying everywhere around me. Picking up one of the photos, I saw only myself. My eyes shot wide open, feeling pain grow inside my chest when I realized what he had done...He had ripped all the pictures of me and him and separated us in the photos. With my body slightly shaking, I raised my hand up, covering my lips. Looking at the torn photo in my hand, the deep scar inside me seemed to deepen and grow. "Keigo! How could you!" I screamed at him as the tears streamed down my face, feeling the pain and sorrow throbbing inside of me.

"Saeki, we're not what we used to be anymore. Forget about the past we've shared," Atobe spoke coldly and started to walk away. "That love you knew is no more."

"But I still love you...I still love you..." I whispered weakly because of the ache inside me.

He didn't stop or slow his pace as he walked away. He kept on walking without a care. There was nothing I could do to get him back...

"Keigo!" I screamed of sorrow, reaching my hand toward him, but was unable to move my legs to actually reach him. "Keigo! Keigo, come back! Come back...Keigo..."

When I was unable to see Atobe anymore, I forced myself to get up and close the door. Afterwards, I bent down and cleaned the photos that had scattered around, whipping my tears off of my face from time to time. Soon, the photos were all together again, and then I tucked my photo album under my bed. Even if I am living through a nightmare, I had no attempt of killing myself because that would be only stupidity.