AN: This is my very first fanfic so please be kind. Well, not too kind I guess. If you see any big errors in grammar or spelling pleeease feel free to let me know, ok? And also review! Let me know you all think so that I might keep writing. Anyway, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi owns PoT, not me.

Chapter 1: Atobe

The Senbatsu training camp; a place where all of the top junior high players in the region were chosen to come and hone their skills and where it would be decided who the best among them were. The best players would go on to play in the American Invitational Tournament, which was considered by most players to be a very big deal.

To be part of this training camp, you had to be able stand out in a crowd, you had to believe in yourself, and most of all you had to have the talent to back it up. This would explain why it was no surprise to see Atobe Keigo standing in line with the whole of his Hyoutei team.

Hyoutei was a very prestigious school, and the tennis team was its pride and joy. However, this was only so because of its captain. Atobe Keigo was a charming, charismatic lad who could do just about anything he put his mind to. He had so much charisma that he was able to lead a tennis team of over 200 members! He also happened to be very rich and even had his own personal man servant, who was also a member of his regulars.

Some would say that Atobe Keigo was perfect, and they would be correct. Others would say that he was an egomaniacal bastard, and they would also be correct for this was a term used to describe him very often. However, there were still others that really didn't think anything of him at all. This last group of people seemed to think they were above him, which really made no sense at all. You see, this last group of people really only consisted of one person; one Tezuka Kunimitsu.

Of course everyone in Japan who pays any attention to junior high tennis knows of the "epic" match the two of them shared. The match had ended after an unbelievably long tie-break when Tezuka hit his last shot into the net. This mistake was the result of his arm finally giving out on him. Atobe was known for being able to see his opponents' weaknesses clearly and then aim for them exactly. It just so happened that Tezuka had had an injury too his left arm as a first year. Everyone would have expected him to gloat about this win as he did about everything else, but Atobe didn't feel like gloating. He really didn't feel like he even deserved that win. He had misjudged his opponent completely, which was not like him all. Atobe was perfect at judging a person's character, but Tezuka had thrown him for a loop. Before when he saw Tezuka, all he saw was a stoic boy who looked more like a business man. He hadn't realized how strong Tezuka's will was. He hadn't realized that the boy could be so passionate.

And it was this passion that drew Atobe to him, that made him want to play Tezuka again and again. He considered himself and only himself to have this right. He was Tezuka's one true rival.

He just whished that Tezuka felt the same way.

Since his match with Tezuka he had tried many times to talk to him. He asked him for rematch so many times, but every time he had been turned down. He had come to realize through all of this that Tezuka wasn't much a conversationalist. Not at all. Here would be an example.

Flashback:

"Tezuka. It's been a while ah?"

"…What do you want?"

Atobe raised an eyebrow elegantly. "What do I want? I want a rematch of course. Don't act like you wouldn't want to play against Ore-sama again. I know you enjoyed our last match even if it was hurting your arm. No one can resist Ore-sama after all."

"…hmmm." And with that Tezuka walked away.

End Flashback.

Yeah, that one hadn't gone too well; neither had any of his attempts actually. It was beginning to annoy him to no end until he found out the truth behind it.

Tezuka was going to Germany. He was leaving to a whole other country in order to fix the damage that Atobe had inflicted upon his arm. This shocked him. He had no idea that his little tactic had done so much damage. For all of his esteemed "insight" he hadn't been able to see that. Or maybe it was just that he didn't want to see it. He just didn't want to believe that he might be the cause of one of the most promising players in their age group to never be able to play again.

He felt guilty. Honestly, he hadn't meant for it to happen, but that wasn't the only reason he felt such guilt. When he had found that out, he felt a bit of hope. Yes, hope. He'd found himself thinking, "Well that would explain it. It's not that he doesn't want to play. He can't." Of course this made him feel guiltier. He wasn't supposed to be happy of his rival's downfall. Not like this. He was supposed to have a rematch and beat him again when he was whole, so that no one could say that he only won because his opponent was hurt.

He wasn't supposed to ruin him.

Looking around now Atobe saw that Tezuka wasn't there standing in line with the rest of the Seigaku team. He felt his chest tighten with that familiar guilty sensation, but quickly suppressed it.

He sighed. Camp was going to be rather boring this year, he thought.

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Around the third day Atobe realized that his prediction was way off. Already they'd helped solve the mystery of who pushed the brat (Kirihara) down the stairs, Seigaku's coach, Ryuzaki had had some sort of stroke, and because of this, her whole group had almost fallen apart. But then the most interesting thing had happened.

Tezuka had returned.

Atobe was ecstatic. If Tezuka was here that meant he could play him. He wouldn't be here if his arm hadn't healed. He spent the whole day drifting off during practice, wondering how to get the boy's attention, how to let him know that he hadn't given up yet. He was going to get his rematch, but how could he get Tezuka to notice he was still serious about it?

Inspiration came to him when he heard Seigaku talking about a party. Apparently they were going to have a welcome back party for him and everyone would be attending.

'A party ah?' He was standing at the window in a room where six other members were lounging around. If it was a party then perhaps he could do something of entertainment value, something that would allow him to show off one of his many talents. Maybe if he sang…? Yea! That sounded like a good idea.

"A song. I could sing a song."

"Ah? Hey! That's a good idea! I like to sing. I'm in!" He had meant to say it to himself, but apparently the self proclaimed "lucky" boy had heard him anyway.

Being known as egotistical by just about everyone, it should be no surprise that he didn't like the idea. He wasn't planning on sharing the spot light with anyone. However, looking around he saw that just about everyone was looking excited about the concept, everyone except Sanada Genichirou that is. Ah well. If they all wanted to sing so badly he supposed he could allow it.

Atobe looked at Sanada and saw that the boy had no intention of joining in their conversation. 'Well I might as well make it everyone then,' he thought. How could anyone resist an opportunity to tease the "Almighty and Stoical Sanada?"

"I suppose you won't want to do it. Ah, Sanada?"

Atobe was vaguely surprised when Kirihara decided to pipe in. "Ha! Sanada-senpai would never agree to something like this. Ha-ha!" Atobe saw a vein twitch and hoped for a second that the loud mouthed second year was a fast runner. Then Sanada spoke up.

"I don't mind."

"What!"Kirihara face-faulted.

Atobe's usual smirk got a little bigger as Sanada sent him a glare. He knew the boy couldn't have resisted because of the way he phrased the sentence. Sanada was known for his pride so Atobe attacked it. He was good at that kind of thing.

Atobe had decided that sharing the spot light wouldn't be too bad especially since he was confident in his ability to sing over the others.

His voice was that of perfection. So was everything about him. And he would make sure that Tezuka noticed.

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AN: H'ok, that's the end of the first chapter. So...What do you think? Please keep in mind that this is just the beginning. In the next Chapter we get to hear from Sanada! yay! Please Review!