A/N: I don't know why…but it really is fun torturing Atobe Keigo and making him question himself.
Always Tomorrow
Day Four
Tezuka Kunimitsu. Do you not care?
Atobe lie on his bed, head perched on his arms that rest on his pillow as he stared at the ceiling. He had made up his mind the day he saw Tezuka at the café with Fuji Syuusuke. He decided that, no matter what he saw, he would not give up on his addiction. It might have been painful…but he refused. Seigaku's tensai was not something to be afraid of…and definitely not something to give in to.
Fuji Syuusuke. Welcome to the nightmare.
This time, he really was going to pay his addiction a visit. But for now, he was content lying there in silence. He needed time to think of something to say. Yes, Atobe Keigo was confused on words for someone. The man who could not be read did that to him. But it was a matter of informing Tezuka on that subject, which was not simple to do. Tezuka Kunimitsu wasn't easy to talk to…especially if it wasn't about tennis or to his own team.
But the one thing that always made Atobe wonder was…why Tezuka, of all people? What was it about Tezuka Kunimitsu that made Atobe Keigo change so much? Around the Seigaku captain, it was like Atobe was a different person. Tezuka was the only person that Ore-sama actually listened to. Even Sakaki-sensei didn't have as much power over Atobe as Tezuka Kunimitsu…and Atobe had no idea why.
Tezuka Kunimitsu…
The Hyoutei captain sighed and finally sat up, elegant fingers running through his own soft, perfect hair. It was pure torture when Echizen Ryoma shaved his head. He still had to extract his revenge against the horrid first year for that. But for now it was fine. All that mattered was Tezuka…and the fact that he didn't have to wear the wig anymore because his hair finally grew back.
Why do you do this to me?
Looking in the mirror, he gazed back at his own perfect reflection. His beauty mark still there, making him always look so beautiful. Atobe Keigo took such pride is his beauty mark; it only added to his perfection. It contrasted perfectly with his skin, giving off a wonderful glow which only proceeded to light up his amazing, natural hair.
Lifting up his right hand, he eyed his immaculate nails, shining with the products that he had used to keep them so immaculate, so beautiful. The shimmering glow of his nails only emphasized the shape and perfect curve of his hands, leaving him flawless as always.
Sighing once again, he lifted his hand slightly more and pressed it forward until it reached his reflection in the mirror. His fingers gently ran against the mirror as if they were running through his own hair. Perfection. No one was more perfect than Atobe Keigo of Hyoutei Gakuen.
Ore-sama…
Closing his eyes, he pulled his hand away from his reflection and took a step back. His eyes remained closed, but he leaned his head back as faced the ceiling before opening them once again. Finally, he allowed himself to speak aloud.
"Ore-sama no bigi ni…yoina."
His voice was velvety soft, calm, and beautiful as always. No one's voice could compare to Ore-sama's perfect voice. No one could defeat that…except Tezuka Kunimitsu.
Only you, Tezuka Kunimitsu, can rival me in everything that no one else can.
Sauntering silently over to his closet, he grabbed a nice coat and left his room. Slowly he made his way down the hallway and the stairs, until he finally made it to his front door. He slipped on his shoes and left. Now was the time to see the unreadable man.
You're the only one as beautiful as Ore-sama. Tezuka Kunimitsu.
It wasn't as perfect a day as it had been the day before. It was cloudy, but not rainy. There were only slight openings in the grey clouds that showed a peek of sunlight and blue sky…but it didn't remain for long. The atmospheric winds slowly blew the clouds to cover all hopes of a clear day. But that was no matter…Atobe Keigo still had to pay someone a visit.
Whether Fuji Syuusuke's there or not…you will listen to me, Tezuka Kunimitsu…and you will be mine.
The Atobe Residence was nowhere near the Tezuka Residence; therefore Atobe had to get a ride from one of his 'servants' for most of the way. But he ordered the driver to stop at the cleanest bridge possible and allow him to walk the rest of the way. He felt that he would be much more convincing if he had made an effort to be there instead of just ordering others around. Tezuka Kunimitsu didn't order people around…and that only influenced Atobe Keigo to hold off on it a bit.
If only you knew what you do to me, Tezuka Kunimitsu. If only you knew what you do…
He walked in silence from the bridge until Tezuka's house was in sight. With a grin, he trudged up the porch and ceased all movements once he made it to the door. Clenching his right hand into a fist, he bit his lip and readied to knock, but found himself unable. What if Tezuka wasn't home? Or what if he just didn't answer? … And what about Fuji Syuusuke? Would the great Atobe Keigo be able to let things go and walk away if Seigaku's tensai was there?
Realizing that his frights were only an excuse and a weakness, he pressed his fist calmly into the wood of the door, pulled it back and knocked, awaiting an answer. Atobe Keigo had to weaknesses…and he wouldn't back down. Nothing could stop him from—
The door opened. He couldn't help the fact that his eyes widened on instinct.
There, right in front of him, harboring that always-so-unreadable cold glare behind the glowing glasses, stood Tezuka Kunimitsu, the object of Atobe Keigo's affections.
The wealthy man just couldn't bring himself to stare into those eyes…those beautiful eyes that just made him want to melt because he knew; he knew that he would be lost in them.
Deciding that it would be best to lose focus for that moment, he looked past the Seigaku player's eyes and saw only his own reflection in the glasses, silently reminding himself that he was Atobe Keigo, the man with the most perfection; the one that no one could measure up to in anything.
"Tezuka," he started, giving his rival a questioning look before he continued. "Ore-sama, no, I demand that you go on a date with me," he said confidently, still not entirely used to what he was saying because he left the 'demand' in his request, but he was trying. He waited to see the other's reaction which never changed in the first place. He knew that Tezuka Kunimitsu wouldn't change so easily…but trying never hurt.
"Atobe. I thought I already gave you my—"
"Tezuka Kunimitsu, do you deny me because of Fuji Syuusuke?" Atobe asked, his voice ringing with complete seriousness and, for once, it was Tezuka that was left speechless. Atobe Keigo had said something…and left Tezuka Kunimitsu without words.
"Atobe—"
"Is Ore-sama not good enough for you?"
"…"
Tezuka was speechless once again, staring at his top rival. If anyone had ever said that Tezuka didn't care, they'd be lying. Besides his team, Tezuka actually…cared about Atobe.
"Atobe Keigo," he said, finally regaining his cold composure. "I don't know what you heard or saw…but if you think that I'm with Fuji, you're sorely mistaken. I am with no one; I desire no one…and I won't be with anyone. Now—"
His sentence was never concluded. The only thing that was definite…the only thing that Tezuka Kunimitsu knew…was the feel of the doorframe against his back and the warm lips upon his own.
A/N: Well…that wasn't a great chapter either. But I hope I made it clear that Tezuka isn't with Fuji. x.x I'm more of an Imperial Pair fan as opposed to Perfect Pair. I hope you liked…
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