……I can't believe nobody guessed --'

……I can't believe nobody guessed --'. Really. Oh, and I'm going to add SanaYuki as a background pairing. I dunno they just seem to fit together.

But oh well disclaimer time.

I will never own PoT until I have enough money to equal Atobe's allowance……which will essentially never happen

Hajimari: Ningyou no Teishu

Tezuka Kunimitsu was convinced that there was no one else quite like him, and obviously a number of people are willing to agree. However, they seldom understands what being like him actually meant because though he resembled several people in different way, he was still different from everyone else.

He blamed this on his lack of normality.

Yes, quite similar to Atobe and his boyfriend-to-be (if they would just hurry up and get together already. He's had enough headaches without their romantic frustrations thank you very much), he was different. He had been blessed with abilities that some could only dream of possessing. Ironically, they were the very things that led him to so many migraines (complements of conversations with an agitated Atobe).

Flashback

"Game and match, Tezuka! 7 games to 6!" declared the referee. Mopping his sweaty face with a towel, the 6th grader began to put his equipment away. Since it was the last match of the day, he could take his time.

"SUGEI TEZUKA-SAN!!" He turned only to find himself face to face with his previous opponent. "YOU WERE SO COOL!!"

"Iie, sore hodo demo arimasen (no I'm not that good. It's a polite way to rebuff complements)" He replied without skipping a beat and then resumed packing up.

"Joudan deshou (you gotta be joking)! You were awesome!" Tezuka just tuned out most of his gushing. Really, the boys was too easily impressed. "Ne, how did you make that pretty lightning background? I LOVED IT!!"

"Background?"

"You know the one with blue lightning and how all of a sudden you're glowing."

"I'm sorry." The boy turned back. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about Akutagawa-san."

"Demo ne, I could have sworn……" The other boy looked confused. That was a good sign. Maybe he can make it seem like hallucinations.

"Oi, Jirou!" Two other people ran up. Tezuka faintly recognized one as the son of thee sponsor for this tournament. "Why are you taking so long? Oh hello, Tezuka-san. Congratulations on you victory."

"Doumo." He gave a short bow watching as Jirou described his game step by step to Atobe. This also included imitations of his techniques which took Jirou a few tried before he was satisfied with how it looked. Inside Tezuka wished he hadn't won. Maybe then he could have left earlier. He would have left already, but that would be rude. And who's to say that the rich boys wouldn't hunt him down for insulting them or something. God knows they had the money for it.

"You're not like other people, are you?" He snapped back to attention when he was addressed. There was something I the smug expression that reminded him of his elder brother whenever he though he caught Kunimitsu doing something he shouldn't be. "You're not normal."

"Well Atobe-san normal is a very vague term as……" steady now. He's always managed to talk his way out of discovery before. But before he could finish the other boy was gone. Only a smiling Akutagawa and that one large boy remained.

"Oresama did not ask whether you are different from anybody else." There was a tap on his back and Atobe was suddenly behind him.

"What……"

He means you have powers. The boy with honey blonde hair finally explained. Strangely enough, his lips were still locked in a smile and there were no sounds coming from his mouth. Like us.

"You are a psychic I suppose?" He sighed. Well why not. They already knew anyway. "And his power is super speed?"

"Actually no." This time the boys hand glowed. "I can manipulate light so I was actually just invisible. Jirou over there can mess around with the human mind in ways even I'm not quite sure of. From what he told me, can I assume that you control electricity?"

"More like energy currents. Electrical is just one type."

"Ah, I see. Would you care to come over for a chat?" Tezuka wondered if it was a pain to talk like that all the time but dismissed the thought. "I believe our encounter is long overdue."

End Flashback

Atobe had not been asking when he offered the invitation to his house. In fact Tezuka quickly learned that Atobe never really asked ANYTHING. He only commanded if he wanted a job done and inquired when there was something he wished to know. It was kind of hard not to notice this as Atobe insisted he cone over at least twice a month afterwards if only to practice together (so they don't lose control so often).

Tezuka was happy to have the powers; really he was, but Kami-sama, there were only so many times one can bear Atobe's constant 'oresama-ing' before it begins to take its toll on one's nerves. Even if you did get use to it eventually, it could still grate on you.

If only he had healing powers.

With a deep sigh he turned of his cell phone and resumed re-packing his bags (he had unpacked it for one last check to make sure he didn't leave anything important behind). The flight was early and he couldn't really sleep right now anyway.

Oh he knew that the Hyoutei buchou was reliable. Really, if the other could maintain 12 percent of his father's company as well as he was doing and still have time enough to fawn over Jirou's every waking moment (this means getting up at all hours of day or night), then really taking over Tezuka's observations of his team for a couple months shouldn't be that hard. However, it still irked him that he had to leave his, well, position to someone else.

……And he will admit that he's worried that with all the oresama this and oresama that, Atobe might just forget exactly what Tezuka had asked of him. It wasn't likely, but still.

……Maybe being friends with Oishi had rubbed off on him.

True he could have called Yukimura Seichi too. However, they had only discovered him recently (Atobe would snort and point out that eight months was hardly recent. It was recent to Tezuka and that's all that mattered). And besides, the Rikkai buchou had enough on his plate as it was with his surgery and all. He couldn't possibly bring himself to make such a difficult request now, though the blunette would no doubt accept it. He wasn't close enough to Yukimura anyway.

……No he would not blame the fact that the only reason he didn't know Yukimura too well was because he had skipped out on Atobe for quite a few of their monthly meetings since Echizen Ryoma came into his life.

……And besides Sanada would blame him if his boyfriend suffered from high stress levels and frequent headaches (from what he heard they have their own troublemakers back in Kanagawa).

……But mostly it was because he had focused more on his team and their incoming super rookie than Atobe's little mutant club activities.

Really, he didn't know why he was so interested in the cocky little freshman who normally showed up just barely on time for anything and had the habit of always disappearing into thin air whenever all tennis related things were over, he just was. As if he didn't have enough trouble already with trying to control Fuji and stem the daily Momo vs. Kaidou fights. At least his fukubuchou could tame Eiji (though that in itself was a full-time job). And the non-regulars aren't exactly perfect little angels either. Dear god, how were they going to manage without him?

Being captain was so stressful. Often times he even thought about using his powers to assert more control over the rowdy bunch, but his conscience always ignored the thought. It did kind of wreck the whole point of him having hidden it for five years.

After all, someone was bound to notice if he started to manipulate the electrical currents of the human anatomy. It wasn't everyday that people's bodies just moved without their consent after all. It would be easy to pinpoint him as the cause because he'd be the only that it wasn't happening to. It was still a nice thought.

But unacceptable

He was Tezuka Kunimitsu after all. Puppet Master or not.