AN: Blows off the dust It's been quite the wait. I've had this chapter half finished for around a year now but between graduating college, the boyfriend, friends, and family this had to go on the backburner. The next chapter will be the last and I should have that up before the end of the month. Enough of my drabble; on with the story.

Disclaimer: Kiyokawa mine. PoT Not mine. Savvy?

Tezuka and Echizen headed back to the bench. He had a good feeling about the match and seeing Kiyokawa watch him warm up only boosted his confidence. As the pair headed back, Tezuka caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a Seigaku school uniform pinned against a vending machine. Narrowing his eyes to see who the uniform belonged to, his grip tightened around his racket when he saw a shock of blonde hair behind none other than Atobe Keigo. Echizen pulled his cap lower over his eyes and smirked. "So the captain does show emotion every once in awhile." He thought.

Tezuka's eyes bored holes into the back of Atobe's, fueling his desire to win the match even more. "How dare he do that to her?" He thought. Echizen's voice brought him out of his reverie.

"Hey, captain. Aren't you going to help her?"

Tezuka nodded slightly. "ATOBE!" He bellowed.

Atobe gracefully turned around and grinned slyly at Tezuka; his arms draped around Kiyokawa's shoulders. "Ohh? Tezuka. Is there a problem? Kiyokawa and I were just having a pep talk before my victory. Weren't we beautiful?"

Kiyokawa glared at him. "No, we weren't."

"Let her go Atobe." Tezuka commanded.

Atobe scoffed. "Oh you're no fun." Loosening his grip on Kiyokawa, he gazed at her and said, "Why don't you go to your prince then?" Kiyokawa felt a forceful shove on her back and she reeled forward. In her attempt to stop herself from falling, she extended her left leg and stepped onto an uneven crack in the sidewalk, painfully rolling her ankle before colliding with something soft and warm. She flushed when she realized whose arms she had fallen into; Tezuka had just barely managed to catch her and was glaring at the retreating form of Atobe before he turned to her.

"Are you alright?"

"I-I don't think so. I may have twisted my ankle."

"Can you stand?"

"I think so." She replied, taking Tezuka's offered hand, only to feel a sharp pain shoot up the left side of her leg when she attempted to stand, forcing her to sit back down; tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. "I guess not."

"Let me see it." Tezuka said, gingerly pulling down her sock to get a better look. Kiyokawa grimaced when she saw the golf ball sized green and purple welt on her ankle. "Echizen." He turned to the freshman who was pretending to be uninterested. "Tell Oishi to prepare an ice pack. We need to get this swelling down." Echizen nodded and took off for the bench.

"I'm sorry." Kiyokawa apologized, looking at the cement. "I don't want to make you late for your match. Why don't you go on ahead. I'll be ok here."

Tezuka stared at her. "I'm not leaving you here. Grab onto my neck."

"O-okay." Kiyokawa blushed and slipped her arms around Tezuka's neck. Feeling his muscles contract through his thin polo as he effortlessly picked her up from the ground only made her flush a deeper shade of crimson. She was certain that he could feel, if not hear her heart thudding against her ribcage as he carried her back to the bench. As they drew close, a blur of red, white, and blue hurried over to them, talking rapidly.

"Kiyo-chan what happened? Echizen said you hurt your ankle. Who did this to you?"

"Kikumaru." Tezuka said, quieting the ball of energy.

Kiyokawa smiled. "I'm okay really."

Kikumaru didn't look convinced; his face a mixture of emotion as Tezuka set her down gingerly on the bench. Oishi rushed over, concern etched into his forehead as he set the first aid kit down and looked at her ankle. "We need to get that shoe off now. Elevate it and put this on it." He told her, handing her an ice pack. "Echizen said you were pushed. Is this true?"

"Yeah, it is."

Momo clenched his fist. "Who did it?"

"Singles one. Hyotei Gakuen's Atobe Keigo versus Seigaku's Tezuka Kunimitsu will begin momentarily." The loudspeaker blared.

"He did." Kiyo replied, looking down at the court and catching Atobe's eye as he pointed his racket at her and winked.

"That bastard…" Grumbled Momo, the other members of the team expressing their discontent.

"Everyone!" The group turned and looked at their captain. "I'll settle this on the court. I promised to take you to nationals. I will win."

Kiyo smiled. "Good luck."

"Ah." Tezuka nodded, picking up his racket and heading to the court.