1Café
By: 1xmocha
Rating: T
Pairing: OT5
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis nor the characters.
Chapter 2
Atobe was use to getting what he wanted. He had 30 maids, 5 chefs, a personal tailor, 40 body guards, a endless supply of money, 7 limos, and was blessed with the looks of a god(according to himself.)
This time, however, it was slightly different.
He knew perfection when he saw it. Few people came close to perfection, unlike himself, but this man was probably on an equal level to him.
And he wanted him.
Badly.
But with that beautiful body and face their came a flaw.
His attitude.
At first he thought the boy to be polite. It was only after he realize the boy was totally acting that he found out what he was really like.
An absolute brat.
His snarky and blunt nature was enough to make anyone red with anger.
Exactly like him.
So it made the brat even more desirable.
Even though he was totally ingoring him at the moment.
"Hello? Brat, where is my order?" he called out with a smirk.
Ryoma turned to look at him, eyes narrowing.
"Mada mada da ne, it will be out in moment, monkey king."
Smirk.
Atobe frowned.
This was going to be harder then it looked. The brat had this rude behavior issue calling hi the "king of monkeys."
He had never heard of such an insult like that! He nowhere near resembled a monkey!
"Brat" he mumbled under his breath.
Ryoma looked at him. "What was that?"
Atobe almost forgot about the brat's superb sense of hearing. He would probably be very good at a sport like tennis if he tried
"Nothing."
All of the sudden the door opened and in walked a man.
Atobe had to stare for a moment. He couldn't help it.
The man was, almost, as good as Ryoma.
And right now he was staring at HIS Ryoma.
Ryoma looked slightly startled but then he saw an expression on his face that he'd never seen before.
A smile.
Not a smirk. A smile.
And all for this man.
"Buchou."
Atobe didn't care how he had to play.
Ryoma was HIS.
TBC...