Mistaken – By RoyLover (AtoSae) Saeki's POV

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

-Chapter 5-

In my bedroom, arms around myself, I cried tearfully to myself. My heart ached full of pain like it was cut in half by some katana, and my head was spinning around so fast, I thought death was right in front of me. Then, I heard the door knock, hearing someone call my name. The knocking became more violent and the calling of name did as well. Scared, I grabbed my pillow and hugged it tight, eyes closed tightly. That sound of knocking ceased when I heard the door being knocked down. I cried out loud as I heard footsteps hurrying, the noise coming toward me.

"Saeki!" the voice said, rasping, as I felt a hands grabbing around my neck.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, choking a little from the strong grasp of the hands around my neck. "Keigo...stop choking me..." I barely breathed out to say.

"Do you know what Himeko is going through right now! How dare you come into MY house and bother her and make her so gloomy! How dare you!" He yelled.

Yet, another painful stab in the heart; if only he understood what I was going through right at this moment, too, but Atobe...I knew he'd never listen.

Throwing me against the wall, his eyes staring down at me like an angered wolf, he said harshly, "You piece of trash...you're only good for sex."

I covered my ears, trying to shield away from his words that were stones that broke my glass-like heart. There was nothing I could do about it. My weak body could not defend itself, especially how it was now. "Leave me be!" I screamed, still crying, feeling pain all over my upper body. "It's not like you understand me anymore!"

Suddenly, for some reason, it felt like the air froze for a moment. It was like as if my words had finally got through to Atobe because he just stood there, his eyes showing pain like my own. That was probably one of the few times that I saw tears in his eyes, and that was when I knew that he still felt for me...

"Keigo..." I softly wept, sniffing every while.

He continued to stare down at me, but his eyes were less threatening. "Dam you!" he cursed at me, his eyes violent once again, and he kicked me hard in the stomach. "Stop with your stupid words full of lies! Trying to get me back...Heh, that won't EVER happen. Himeko will always be one hundred more times better than you ever would be, you low life, piece of trash!"

With that, he left, leaving me lying there with my arms around where he kicked me. I was just so in pain, both physically and mentally. It amazed me that I still...wasn't dead. Yet, I knew why he did what he did to me before he left...why he kicked me instead of forgiving me. I could still remember back then when he and I were still together, still happy, still laughing, and still smiling...

We were window shopping together, white snow blanketing all of the streets and sidewalks while the puffy snow gently floating down from the heavens above. It was a beautiful night, especially with all the street lamps on with Christmas ornaments and decorations on them. The scenery truly did feel like a dream. I remembered when he told me he had to go somewhere and said for me to wait for him and he'll be right back; I waited in that spot for a long while. My feet were getting numb, and, at times, I would blow at my hands to keep them warm. Eventually, I couldn't wait any longer and left that spot to search for him.

I did find him, but only to find him kissing Himeko deeply and passionately. I hid behind the corner, hearing him sweet talking to her. She was so happy and he was, too. See, the thing is...I knew, from his eyes, that he was in love with Himeko, too, so I let them have their moment with each other, leaving the corner to continue to wait where Atobe told me to wait. He came back, waving happily. With that, he held my hand as we walked down the sidewalk of this dreamy place. At that moment on, the feeling that I got from Atobe seemed to get weaker and weaker. I could do nothing but wait for the worst to happen when he would leave me behind for Himeko...I knew it all along.

Those kinds of memories I knew were the ones I tried my best to forget. I couldn't bear knowing the fact that Atobe was in love with someone else and not me, but I was only lying to myself when I tried to forget those memories...In the end, this is how it ended up like...Broken me, shinning him.

Slowly, I stood up, walking to the main room where the entrance was, the door laying flat on the ground. In pain, I crouched down and lifted the door up and back to its place. Making sure it didn't fall over; I left to get supplies to repair the door.

After hard work of repairing the door by myself, I crawled into my somewhat comfortable bed. Getting myself into a comfortable position, I lied on the bed, thinking of the memories when Atobe made love to me. The feeling was so calm and happy. Every slight touch of Atobe's fingers on me brought a nice feeling down my body and a blush on my face...and how he would kiss me so tenderly all over...Oh, how I yearned for such a thing from Atobe, but it was pointless now. I could never get him ever again, and I knew that for sure.

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Eee! Yay, replies! (I thought I wasn't going to get any at all…) Yes, I feel really evil for torturing Saeki in this story, but I'll make up to it by writing another Atobe x Saeki fic. This time, it's going to be happy and not so sad. I promise!