Disclaimer: The usual.

A/N (aka the author's last words): I'm so going to be flamed for this... I just couldn't resist the temptation... Oh well, if I was scared, I wouldn't be posting this now... I hope people enjoy this...

NOTE: Keep in mind that whenever Atobe is talking about himself he is using "ore-sama"(ore - masculine "I, me", sama - suffix given to someone of higher status, power, etc.).


2XImpossible

The first time he encountered him personally, he was stationed at one of the street tennis courts, practicing his serves.

When the lad arrived, he instinctively paused, looking in his direction. Polite emeralds clashed with arrogant onyx, and all he did was nod courteously before packing away his equipment.

It was enough for the day, he decided, the slight uneasiness in the air influencing his decision.

" Get warmed up, Kabaji."

" Usu!"

Keen ears caught the other shouting orders to his teammate. Turning to approach the series of stairs leading to the exit, he found the Hyoutei Tennis Club Captain standing there, as if he had been waiting for his arrival.

His lips curled into a cocky smile.

" Well, if isn't the Mother of Seigaku."

" Good morning to you too, Atobe-san."

" Hm, you still remember my name. I am quite honored."

Sarcasm.

Oishi doubted he would forget the one who became the first to force Tezuka to meet his limit, winning him in the tiebreaker.

" Think nothing of it, Atobe-san. Now, please excuse me."

A hand made of iron grasped his delicate wrist within its hold.

" There is no need to rush, Oishi." Smooth breath tickled the sensitive skin wrapped around his ear, causing a tingling feeling to shoot right down his side to his loin.

" Please let go, Atobe-san." The youth who was usually composed raised his voice, eyeing him with pine green depths tainted with a few sparks of ruby.

" My, my, aren't we lovely when we get mad. I could use someone like you."

"…"

" So, how about it, hm?"

" …I don't understand what you are saying."

" Come to Hyoutei. Witness the prowess."

"…I apologize, but I already attend Seigaku."

" No matter. You can attend Hyoutei High with me. I will take care of the transfer personally."

" No, thank you. I am sure I am not worth all the trouble."

" Oh, but you are, Oishi."

"…Why are you doing this?"

" Believe me, I have my reasons."

" …"

" So, what will it be?"

" Thank you again for the kind offer, but I must object."

" Oh? It's for him, is it not?"

He looked away briefly; the shade of pink surfacing in his skin appeared suspiciously like a blush.

" Yes, but…it's not only because of him…" He explained. " They need me here. I cannot leave."

He must have stroke something then, as silence paused their conversation, then resumed it when a ring of laughter broke out into the air.

The Hyoutei Captain threw his head back, his figure shaking violently as if he had just been attacked by a witty joke.

Oishi stared wide-eyed at him.

" Typical for you to say. I see. The title truly fits you well, Oishi." Gaining composure, Atobe reached into the pocket in his pants to pull out a piece of neatly folded paper. " Call me if you change your mind, then."

He stuffed the paper into his hand, leaving no room for protests. And taking advantage of the time his attention was focused on the content of the material, he leaned forward to steal a quick lip-to-lip contact.

Oishi froze.

" Ja."

Then he walked away, a cat-like sinister smile gracing his lips even when he parted them, his tongue darting out to clean off his taste.

Was this how he recruited new members to his team every time?

The youth shivered at the thought alone.

He held a cool hand to his cheek.

It was burning.


Author's Crap:
Random Word of the Day:

inalienable adj. sacred; incapable of being transferred, lost, or taken away

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