Here is chapter 2 of this. I have 3 almost done, but I have to borrow other peolple's computers to do this, so it might take a while. well, enjoy!

Diclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.

Chapter 2: Sanada

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

"Ha! Sanada-sempai would never agree to something like this! Ha-ha!"

..How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? It was pretty obvious to Sanada Genichirou that Atobe Keigo was purposely trying to get him to agree, and Akaya definitely wasn't helping any. Well he realized there really wasn't anything he could do. If he didn't agree he would look as if he was afraid. And Sanada scared of nothing. Besides, Atobe always go what he wanted, no matter what.

He sent a glare to Atobe who in return just smirked at him. If Sanada wasn't well known for his stoic ness, he would have growled at the arrogant bastard, but instead he just sighed and said, "I don't mind."

"What?" Akaya face-faulted. Atobe just smirked even more.

"Well then, it's all settled. Now, how about we think of a song?."

This was just great. How was it that "Ore-sama" seemed to be able to get everyone to follow him? And just why was he doing this anyway? Why was anyone? He supposed it made since for Seigaku to want to throw a sort welcome back party for their friend and captain, but why was everyone else so worked up over it? Everyone seemed to think that Tezuka Kunimitsu was some sort of God of Tennis. They practically worshipped the boy. Yes, he said boy. Just because Tezuka looked like he could pass for a 30 year old business man didn't mean he was one. He was 14, the same age as Sanada, and who really couldn't understand what everyone saw in him. Sanada did have to admit that Tezuka's tennis skills were far beyond that of a normal junior high player, and be lying to himself if he said he wasn't hoping to play against him. However, if he ever became as OBSESSED with it as Atobe was, he would definitely put his katana through his own chest...

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As expected, their performance was perfect. It had to be what with Atobe acting as lead singer. Sanada couldn't help but admit somewhat grudgingly that Atobe really did sing well, though one couldn't exactly say that Sanada sing badly. Quite the contrary. Anyone with an ear for music had the appreciate the nice balance that Sanada's deep voice gave to the group, as well as the fact that he managed to fit his voice to Atobe's very well. Strangely enough, Sanada found himself hoping that Atobe himself had noticed this. Perhaps he was just looking for a way to one up the almighty Atobe Keigo. Yes that had to be it as there was really no reason that he should want to impress him.

...Where had that thought even come from?

"Okay, everyone, it's time to introduce our guest of honor" Apparently this was the cue that all festivities were to cease as the voice of Hanamura sensei ring out through the room. "I'm sure all of know of Tezuka Kunimitsu. He has just recently arrived back from Germany where he has undergone treatment for a shoulder injury. As his injury is still not all the way healed--"

At this Sanada could have sworn that he heard a gasp come from the direction that Atobe was seated in. He cast a quick glance at the boy and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what he saw. Atobe's head was cast down and he appeared to be looking intently at his lap, but Sanada was too far away to recognize the expression in eyes. Of course, he had heard about the match between Atobe and Tezuka and knew about the cause of Tezuka's injury. So, did this mean that Atobe Keigo was feeling guilty about it? Sanada was definitely intrigued.

"--so instead Tezuka-kun will be the new coach in Ryuzaki-sensei's place."

One second, two seconds, three seconds is what it took for Sanada to remember he had to breath. For the next three he sat there, motionless, trying to make sense of what had just been said. Then, all of a sudden a blinding red rage flowed through his veins. They couldn't be serious! There was no way anyone could actually be buying into this! Right? Looking around, he saw that he was not right. Quite a few people actually seemed happy about this. He looked at Atobe who seemingly had completely gotten over his guilt from before. His eyes were practically shining in admiration and his smirk looked suspiciously close to a smile. He was out of his mind. Everyone was out of their minds. He was 14! He was still just a student!

He watched in something akin to horror (not that anyone could tell) as Tezuka made his way to the podium to deliver his famous catch phrase that for some God-forsaken reason seemed to have everyone cheering. Sanada really couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to beat him! He wanted to beat Tezuka Kunimitsu in front of everyone. He wanted them all to see that he was just as mortal as everyone else; that even the great Tezuka could be beaten. And he wanted Atobe to stop obsessing over him so much and realize that there were far more important goals in front of him then some cocky 14 year tennis coach! And he REALLY wanted to know why Atobe had even popped up into his little vendetta...

With all of these thoughts in mind, Sanada stood and left the room, fully aware of how rude in would seem and walked swiftly toward the gym. His face had changed from its usual stoic expression to one that showed at least a little bit of the sheer anger he was feeling. He really needed to just get out of there and cool off before he did something he would regret.

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Up 1, breathe out, down, breathe in. Up 2 breathe out, down, breathe in. Up 3... This was the mantra that Sanada kept repeating to himself over, and over as he lifted the dumbbell up and down over his chest. This was the best way he could think of to release some of his stress, and now that he had cooled down a bit he was starting to think that he had been slightly immature. The thought of Tezuka being his superior still enraged him quite a bit, but when he stopped to actually think about it. It did make a certain amount of sense. Ryuzaki was sick, and someone had to take her place. Considering the fact that the rest of them were going to be too busy practicing to coach a team, Tezuka really was the only choice. Sanada felt almost ashamed at how childish he had acted.

Up 32, breath out-- Suddenly, Sanada paused. There was a shadow standing over him. He looked up, half expecting to see Sakaki there to chastise him for leaving the ceremony. He was completely surprised to see Atobe standing over him, instead, with that ever present smirk of his and looking down at him knowingly.

"What do you want Atobe?" he said it more gruffly than intended, but some of the rage still hadn't quite left him, and Atobe was interrupting him.

"You seem quite excited Sanada," he stated, not even bothering to answer Sanada's question. Sanada placed the dumbbell back to its original spot and sat up. He looked at Atobe with an indifferent expression. "How so?" Atobe chuckled at Sanada's clueless ness. "You just walked out of the ceremony."

Sanada didn't flinch. "So did you." Sanada was sure that Atobe was just going to laugh it off, so the seriousness of his next sentence caught Sanada off guard.

"There's something I need to discuss with you." The smirk on face was completely gone and the determination in his eyes was almost disconcerting. Sanada looked at him questioningly. What could this egotistical boy possibly want to discuss with him that was this important?

"Tezuka is mine."

Sanada blinked. That was the best response he could possibly put together at that moment. He was hearing things. Yep. He'd gone insane and was hearing things.

"He's MY rival." Ok, now that made at least a little more sense. Atobe still had that look in his eye, and Sanada knew that that wasn't all he wanted to say. However, the topic at hand combined with the absolute seriousness of Atobe's demeanor was enough to haveSanada almost forcing back a laugh. Except that, Sanada very rarely laughed.

"I've seen you since Tezuka came back; the way you've been watching him. You want to play him. You want to get back at him for the defeat he handed you in the Kantou tournament last year ah? I recognized that look in your eye Sanada because I feel the same way. However, you won't be the one to defeat him. It will be me. I am his true rival, not you.

In that instant all the anger that he had managed to calm and all of the immature feelings came rushing back full force. How dare Atobe think for even one minute that he wanted to Tezuka's "true rival'! Did he really think that Sanada was like everyone else? Sanada realized at that moment that he really couldn't stand Tezuka. And he was tired of everyone treating him like he was so special. The fact that Atobe Keigo thought he of all people wanted to be another one of Tezuka's loyal followers was just too much.

He would show him. He would show everyone. But he wouldn't do it by going through Tezuka. No, he had a better idea. Since Atobe seemed to think he and Tezuka were so much above everyone else, maybe he would show Atobe first.

"How do you know that he feels the same way?" Sanada felt a very big sense of satisfaction when the determination in the other boy's eyes changed to anger.

"Ah? Maybe Ore-sama needs to show you exactlywhy Tezukadoes feel the same way," he practically growled.

"Maybe so."

All of a sudden the smirk was back on Atobe's face. He flipped back his hair and in his most arrogant drawl said, "Well we should probably get back to the party before were are missed, ne?" With that he turned elegantly and left the room.

At first Sanada was slightly surprised by the sudden change in boy's attitude, but he quickly shook it off. He had accomplished what he wanted. Tomorrow he would play the great Atobe Keigo, and he enough faith in his own ability to know that he wasn't going to lose. There was no way he would lose and then have Atobe continue fawning over Tezuka. No way. He was going to make Atobe see that Sanada Genichirou deserved to be his rival as much as Tezuka...

...And eventually he was going to find out exactly why he wanted that so badly.

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Thats chapter 2 whaddaya think? Like? No?

Well, next chapter is Atobe again. It will go back and forth from Atobe's POV to Sanada's.

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