My Life
Old Fiat (guest written by OFnFR)
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Existence Thirty-Four: Atobe
I don't quite comprehend why I am indulging someone else's whims. The idea for this little essay was nicked from Ryuuzaki Sumire san at a cocktail party by our "esteemed" coach. I of course played along. Any Hyotei boy can't resist a good romp and such. However, I did not know I was to partake. Anyway, here:
My name is Keigo Franz Saint Michel Cockelenberg-Atobe, or, for short, Keigo Atobe the 25th. Yes, the 25th, the Cockelenberg is my mother's surname and all those middle names are various ones my mother gave me. She's Belgian.
I was, in fact, born at the Japanese Embassy in Brussels so Ore-sama is a Japanese Subject by right and proper birth. On my mother's side I have an aristocratic family (her father is a Baronet) and on my father's side I have a business family so I am quite well off.
Oh, what the hell, Ore-sama is filthy rich!
Anyway, back to the family. My mother wasn't born in Belgium, she was born in Germany so we speak mostly German at my house.
I attended Kindergarten in Brussels and grew to the age of 6 speaking Vlaams, Deutsch, and French.
When I turned six, however, my father decided we needed to move the family back to Japan and so did so.
Japan is a wonderful country and Ore-sama is ever so thankful for the fact that Ore-sama is living here.
I attended the honorable Gakushuin school until the age of 12.5 when I started my years at Hyotei.
Hyotei is a very… interesting… school of which Ore-sama is ever so proud. My school spirit shines brighter than light herself!
My tennis team is one to be marveled at. Even though none of them could possibly be at the same level as Ore-sama in tennis skill, they give it their plebian best and for that, one is proud…except Oshitari who is not plebian (minor title of little to no importance).
My arch rival is Tezuka. Ore-sama is sure that Tezu-chan mayn't sleep at night for fear Ore-sama shall smite him in a violent game of tennis! Tezuka is the only person who is difficult for me to beat. His prowess doesn't shine brighter than light, but I would say it is something to the affect of uncontrolled nuclear fission.
I am not the only one to whom the language of Vlaams is attributed (in Hyotei). My tennis coach, Sakaki Taro (or, Lord Taro Fabien-Yves Christopher Sakaki-De Wilde) also speaks Vlaams, Dutch, Deutsch, French, and English so I may speak whatever with him. And, passing the possibility of attending a school in his native Belgium, we are honored at Hyotei with the presence of His Royal Highness Prince Johannes as a freshman. Though Ore-sama really doesn't think 'young princeling' is much to care about, he's snotty and thinks that I smell bad, which I don't. Ore-sama's odour is renowned for its splendour.
I am betrothed (she adores Ore-sama's scent), which is the subject of much mockery by my peers in the tennis club (not that I would consider those plebs my peers!..except Oshitari who has a minor title of little to no importance). Her name is deep breath Her Grace Elisabeth Maria Panis-Panis Van der Aa. She is, and Ore-sama shan't be ashamed to admit such, the most beautiful creature Ore-sama has ever beheld. Her beauty, Ore-sama shall be humble, shines brighter than Ore-sama's prowess. She is near goddess in perfection and as I am near god in perfection it is a right and proper match.
There is, unfortunately, two other ladies in my life. Tachibana An is not particularly beautiful, witty, bright, or skillful, but for some reason I cannot take my eyes (and other parts) off her. Ore-sama, of course being the gentleman that I am, attributes this to mere carnal desires and does not think highly of this attraction. However, this doesn't stop one from trying to ask her out to the cinema, theatre, or café.
Also, Ore-sama's cousin, Aika Atobe, is… very appealing to say the least. She is not beautiful, like Ore-sama's own betrothed, but she is very sexy. When one isn't escorting one's betrothed one is escorting my darling cousin. She and I used to consider each-other boyfriend and girlfriend (when we were about 6 or so). Unfortunately my cousin has grown out of that 'relationship' faster than I have. My cousin is very, very appealing. However, it is required that Ore-sama inject some fresh blood into the family line and it would be wrong for Ore-sama to be with my cousin. Still…
Ore-sama has many friends but Ore-sama has only two to whom he attributes the title 'best friend.' They are: Rupert Guillaume Fitzwilliam Padraic Sakaki-De Wilde and Munehiro Kabaji. I have several other friends but they are my bests. Rupert's always been there for me. He's been my friend since I was born; he's always been around and, by the grace of God, always shall, for me.
Munehiro Kabaji I met when I was in my second year of secondary school. I noticed him the moment he showed up at tennis practice, he was a bit big for a first year. Anyway, coach was bugging him about his uniform (coach hates badly tailored or worn out clothing, he has been known to mend the more unfortunate fits). Later we became friends and now Kabaji and I are ever so close!
Speaking of clothes, Ore-sama loves designer clothing himself, it is very fun. However, the best clothing is bespoke and Ore-sama would advise all to at least visit Savile Row.
That being the end of Ore-sama's essay, Ore-sama shall add on one more thing. Ore-sama believes I have been misinformed on several topics:
1That I am to partake in this essay writing activity.
2That Coach is a fair and just person with any scruples.
3And that Otori-kun is Shinto.
In relation to 1 and 2:
I shall bring a recording of a Hyotei practice to your attention:
Atobe Keigo: Sakaki-sensei, am I to write an essay myself?
Sakaki Taro: Whatever, just bugger off.
Now, I'll leave that up to the reader to interpret.
In regard to topic 3… well, you know.
Actually, this was so enjoyable that Ore-sama may just ask (unscrupulous) coach if he shall do it again.
It was my pleasure…
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It was nothing short of ecstasy for Old Fiat to the North of France to write this magnificent chapter for Old Fiat to the South of Italy's marvelous story!
Okay… turn town the flamboyance a notch or two—
It was truly fabulous to write this chapter, thank you so much to Old Fiat to the South of Italy for giving me this fantastic pleasure.
Cheers,
Old Fiat of the North of France
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