Anything For You

-BluAyu

(A/N: Ano. Hello everyone! It's Blu again with the prequel to Memory! Yes it's finally up! To note to you that this entire fic crosses with 'Memory'. It's Mizuki and Yuuta centric though and has alot of drama in it. Mizuki might even be a little bit OOC because I filled in the gaps of his childhood history. >> Trsut me he's not as prefect as he seems. ANYWAY to get off this subject it's a Yuuta/Mizuki fic and has a cross with Hyoutei beginning with the first chapter. Anyway I hope you enjoy it!)

Disclaimer: PoT doesn't belong to me. Enough said.

One

It had all started with the two meeting in an expensive clothes store in the season of winter. Finding out that they both had a lot in common made them see eachother even more. And so this had all started because of the Hyoutei diva… Hajime Mizuki and Keigo Atobe were so a like that sometimes they couldn't stand eachother, but they had quickly fallen in love. Yuuta had seen it coming when he first saw the limousine pull up to the front gates of Saint Rudolph. Most of the students were stunned. Nobody important except maybe the headmistress of the school ever arrived in a limo. But this one looked far more expensive than the headmistress'. Everyone had stared at the appearance of the car, even Yuuta was wondering what was going on at the time. He had not known the manager of the Saint Rudolph tennis club was even keeping in touch or even talking to Atobe at the time.

The driver at opened the door to reveal the Hyoutei captain. Some girls squealed in excitement of the over-confident boy arriving here at the school. Boys rolled their eyes at the fact that someone such as him was there. To get to the point, everyone was confused and stunned that Keigo Atobe was here out of all places. And then came Mizuki out of the dorm's entrance. He had on a frilly purple shirt and some black dress pants in which Yuuta could no doubt bet on, was made of highly expensive material.

"Ah Hajime, there you are. Ore-sama has been waiting for your arrival," drawled out Atobe.

Mizuki chuckled lightly as everyone stared at them in awe.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long Keigo," he replied.

Yuuta was shocked. The words 'Keigo' shocked him. There was no honorific with Atobe's first name meaning…..something was going on between them. Yuuta really didn't know WHY he even cared at the time, but some how he could not take his eyes off the pair. They both got into the limo and drove away leaving Yuuta pondering on what was going on. Mizuki and Atobe. Both if anything, had everything in common. Except maybe Atobe had easier access to expensive stores and money. Yuuta knew damn well that Mizuki got money from his 'lawyer parents' and worked during the summer saving up money so he'd have enough when school started back.

But after that little fact they looked good together and Yuuta somehow admitted that to himself and couldn't get over it. Mizuki and Atobe? Last time Mizuki had met up with Atobe (Yuuta was there to witness) they had both been arguing over what eachother was wearing. And that was…what? Back in August? What had made them change?

As Yuuta went back to his dorm people kept asking him why Atobe Keigo was at their school and why Mizuki went with him. Everyone asked him because he was closest to the manager. Yuuta just shrugged and finally when two more people asked he called out, "I have no clue what is going on between Atobe and Mizuki so could you just leave it alone!"

Yuuta escaped to his dorm. He didn't have to worry about a roommate. Mizuki had set him up that way for some reason. Then again Mizuki set every one of his tennis players in a separate rooms… Maybe because they worked hard and earned it? Hm, that was something to think about… Yuuta's gray eyes shifted to the clock and he sighed. Mizuki and himself would be missing dinner… Atobe would probably feed the manager though. Surely. Yuuta slapped himself for worrying about his senpai.

He just felt overprotective of him. Sort of like how his older brother Syusuke had claimed him and literally threatened Mizuki with his life, that if he got within a foot of Yuuta he'd be seeing himself thrown out the window. Of course Mizuki had ignored all those threats without a problem and Syusuke ended up not doing anything unless he entered the Fuji household with Yuuta… Yeah, that had been a problem.

Yuuta decided to go to sleep. That he'd worry about eating and about Mizuki in the morning. He needed to rest after a very long day of winter tennis training in the indoor gymnasium.

Mizuki and Atobe had met at an expensive clothes store about a month ago they completely were mad that they had encountered eachother for the second time that season. They had argued over a nice pure white designer shirt. Until finally Mizuki gave in and let Atobe have it. 'Ore-sama admires your submission and spunk' Atobe had said. Mizuki had then not known weather to be flattered or annoyed. But then he had found himself storing Atobe's phone number into his cell phone while Atobe stored Mizuki's into his own.

They had both kept in contact ever since then. They both had fit together perfectly. They played tennis well…they dressed well…and they even insulted eachother well. Mizuki wasn't sure how he found himself kissing Atobe either and going on first name basis with him either. He just did. And now Mizuki was in Atobe's limo going to a very expensive restaurant that was a couple hundred miles away.

"You don't mind Ore-sama taking you out?" asked Atobe glancing over at Mizuki who was idly playing with a stand a raven black hair.

"Not at all Keigo." He had replied flatly.

"Hajime how long have we been dating?" asked Atobe.

"Three weeks and a day," answered Mizuki.

"And I have yet to take you clothes shopping. After we eat I shall take you. Don't worry about a thing Hajime, you're with me now and every little desire and need shall be taken care of," said Atobe. And with that he kissed Mizuki who kissed back.

Every desire…every need… That comforted Mizuki some how knowing he'd be protected from everyone and everything because he knew some people loathed him for one reason or another. Not like he really let it get to him. It had only been when he was shoved up against a locker and beaten to death that he had gotten worried. He had to pay dearly all the time for being the way he was. That had began back when school first started and nobody had been there to save him. Not even Yuuta who had actually been at his family's house for the weekend the day he was beaten. Mizuki had covered up all the bruises and marks with make-up…and if there was a little scratch showing and some one asked about it, he'd say it was from tennis.

This is why he needed and loved Atobe. The buchou of Hyoutei could keep him safe without even being there at Saint Rudolph.

"You're not going to insult my fashion sense are?" asked Mizuki.

Atobe rolled his eyes.

"Your dress sense is fine. It's where you're shopping at that bothers me," he said.

"Well excuse me for not having all the money in the world," snapped back Mizuki starting to twirl a strand of hair between his fingers again.

Mizuki had never been exactly rich as Atobe was. Yes his mother was a lawyer, but everything he had he earned. That's how his parents taught him (since his father had a completely different life working as a farmer)and his two older sisters. One was in highschool and the other was in college. Both of his sisters, like Hajime himself, were very successful.

"Ore-sama told you that all would be taken care of," Atobe replied. And then there was a ring of a cell phone. Atobe answered and then rolled his eyes at whoever was calling even if they were probably miles away.

"Jiroh I'm obviously busy."

Pause.

"Ore-sama could care less about sharing some Pocky with you. To note to you that I'm on a very important dinner date that does not need to be interrupted by your phone calls."

And that's when Mizuki realized that something wasn't right. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he then completely knew that maybe he had stolen something or had forgotten something. He wasn't sure what it was. Mizuki decided to shake it off as Atobe continued to talk on the phone as they made their way down into Shinjukuku for dinner.