Hi minna!

So first of all, forgive my poor way of describing clothes. If you can't imagine how it looks, just think of anything that fits xD

Second, I suck at giving names (company, song title, etc) so I apologize in advance.

Lastly, I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters only the plot and some OCs.

Enjoy!

~Sightless Melody~

I arrived at my mediocre-sized house which Atobe often comment at. I earn a lot, yes, but I am not as flamboyant as that guy. I allot my money to things that I need (basic and job-related) or new books written by my favourite author.

Leaving my humble hometown to pursue my dream of becoming a composer at the age of seventeen was probably the biggest decision of my life. I entered college with the cash I earned by doing part-time jobs, went to all music company in Tokyo and submitted songs that I've written. And, even before graduation, I am already part of the prestigious Seigaku Music Inc.

I am not one of your genius writers who get ideas out of nowhere and submit a piece worth the Grammy's. I am better than them. I am not conceited, just real. I know I'm better than a genius who does nothing with what he already had. I worked hard to get to where I am now and anyone could attest to that.

Enough of that, I entered the house only to be welcomed by Hikari, my 52-year old maid. She's probably the only connection I have now with my family and province. She doesn't stay here, only comes on Wednesdays and Fridays to clean the house and wash my clothes. She looks older than her age with all those wrinkles and white hairs. I can't blame her, specially having 4 sons, two of them being a problem child. One completely gave up on studying and just wanders everyday while the other does go to school but spends more time with his "pals" than in the classroom. Good thing her two eldest sons are at least normal. Well, above average really. Her first child is a doctor who topped the board on his first take, while her second son is now working in the same company as me as a member of the boy band Mirage 6.

"Hikari-san, it's already very late. You should go home while the sun is still up." I said as I made my way to my room to prepare my clothes. "Still very kind, Kunimitsu-kun. I'll just prepare your dinner before I go home." I heard her say from the kitchen. I made my way to the bathroom not before dropping by the kitchen to tell her that I'll be leaving tonight so a dinner is unnecessary.

Along with the closing of the bathroom door, is the silent goodbye of Hikari-san.

I love taking showers. Well, not the process itself but the time spent alone. I can have all my thoughts to myself. No artist who will ask for advice, no paper works to do and especially no Atobe to bother me. Here, I can calm all my nerves and let my mind go free. I remembered a commercial I saw yesterday which made me laugh a little; that boy who cut in line when I was buying my lunch, a bit of a grudge; a couple who wouldn't let go of each other's hand no matter how crowded the train became, sweet or idiotic. I can think of all these and no one would judge me that it's out of character.

The ringing of my phone brought me out of my reverie. It seems that I have been in the bath for too long. Achoo. Yup, too long. I grabbed my robe and realized that my phone stopped ringing. Either way I went ahead and checked who called. It didn't take a genius to guess that it was Fuj. He also sent a message which says, "Tezuka~ I just want to remind you about our little D-A-T-E tehee~"

I didn't bother with his nonsense and just went to my room. I have a few clothes on my bed but eventually decided on a pair of dark jeans and a blue chequered polo over a plain v-neck shirt. I checked my watch and noticed that I still have 30 minutes before seven. The bar is a ten-minute ride away with my car so I took the time and prepared my writing materials. I put everything in my grey messenger bag. Fifteen minutes had passed and I decided that being a bit early is not a big deal. I finished my look with a pair of black sneakers.

I started the engine and made my way down town. I didn't know exactly where the bar is so I had to ask a guard (or was he a policeman?) about this Ethereal place.

I arrived at the place at exactly seven o'clock but still no Fuji in sight. I then felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I got a text. "On my way. Meet me at the entrance~". I made my way to the entrance where, thankfully, there are "waiting" chairs. I sat on one of the chairs and suddenly took notice of the exterior of the building. It gave off a "homey" feeling but with more "glam". I wasn't able to fully inspect the outside of the bar because my company came into view. Fuji wore black shoes, cream-colored jeans and a black female-type ¾-cut polo whose sleeves he folded until it reached his elbow.

"Sorry for being late," he sheepishly said, "let's go and find your inspiration". I simply nodded, not minding the sudden goose bumps that I felt and not knowing how my life will change in just a moment.

My chapters are not usually this short but I might just settle with this length. I hope you liked it! Don't forget to review and suggest how you would want the story to go, since I have not decided on anything for this story just yet. :D