A/N: Hi, Minna-san! Once again thank you very much for reading Amnesia. I want to ask you, did Atobe seems to be OOC in the last chapter? But imagine him dancing with his three-piece suit, white if I didn't tell you guys. *grins Well, he seems majestic, right? Right?

I dedicate this chapter to Under A Cloud-sama, I hope you like the previous chapter. I tried to apply your tips in it, but my little cousin, whom I am babysitting, is very distracting. If I have the time to go back to it, I plan to make it a bit longer, and retype it somewhat. Thank You very much. Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Thank You for alerting Amnesia babocha1314-sama.

Disclaimer: Prince of tennis is not Eurie-sama's!

Almost two weeks ago, in the Atobe Mansion... A woman dress in black fabric that flow in her body's shape perfectly stood with everyone else while clapping for the newly engaged couple. She has a smile on her painted lips, but different from the women population in the room, it was grim. Even though the women were jealous and furious at Hotaru, this one was wrap with so much resentment.

"Be happy, Hotaru," she laughed evilly in her head, "..when the time comes, I am going to get everything that should have been mine from you. And I will start with him."

She seethed with fury while looking at the younger girl, and one man saw it all.

The Hyotei regulars are practicing for the Prefectural Tournament this year, and Hyotei would really, really like to win this time. You can here a ball smashing back and forth while they rallied in the court. Their buchou, as expected is having a good time crashing his opponents. This will be his last year at this high school, and whether his people will train to death or not, there will be no reason for them to be beaten by any team.

He think about the Seigaku and Fudomine. "Nah," he said out loud, "This time, we are going to win." He said all of this with great determination. He look at the regulars, because Hyotei has over a hundred regulars, there is still no reason to relax.

"Coach," he called out to the man sitting in the bench besides him, "I got an announcement later, can we have a meeting with regulars?"

"Who are the regulars, Atobe? You know that there are over a hundred, right?" said the rather stoic coach.

The side of Atobe's lips lifted with a smirk, "The REGULARS."

"Do what you want," he answered quietly, get up, and trod towards the tennis court's gate without looking back.

That afternoon, after the regulars finished their practice, Atobe assembled everyone in the court. "Come up front everyone I am going to call. Otori "

"Is.. did I do something?" the silvered hair, brown eyes man asked his buchou.

"No," the he continued, "Shishido, Oshitari, Hiyoshi, Jiro, and Gakuto."

All of them lined up with Atobe while everyone whispers about this 'sudden' assembly.

"No Kabaji?" Jiro asked.

"Always Kabaji," Atobe answered.

"Usu!" the gentle giant said, walking towards Atobe. There is no Atobe if Kabaji is not there, that's the rule. Always.

"Now everyone, scram and go home!" Atobe told the others. They went to the lockers and still whispers about the incident. They are speculating what will happen, and what the regulars are talking about.

"What is this about, Atobe-san?" Shishido asked.

Atobe looked at him and then everyone else in there. He is thinking of what will he say towards these people. "We are going to Seigaku-"

"To scout?" Oshitari asked. Jiro is bored. Jiro is yawning. Jiro is.. sleeping in the bench. Atobe squinted his eyes toward the man.

"Oshitari, wake this cat up. Oresama is not the one to get in trouble of waking him up."

"Hai, hai," the said man said and began to disturb Jiro in his siesta.

"So, the answer?" Otori asked expectantly.

"No," he shook his head, "Oresama will not going to stoop to such low tactics just to defeat the enemy."

"Then, if it's not for 'such-a-low-tactics,' then what are we going to do there for?" Shishido asked.

"Because oresama said so," he answered simply. Everyone looked at him like he has two heads. It was expected that there buchou will say something like this.

"Oh well," they whispered.

"When will be?"

"This Friday," he said.

She ran to her room. Her hands went up to her face to wipe her overflowing tears. "How dare he!? How dare he?!" she asked to no one. She feels rage, hatred, hurt, and disbelief. Yes, disbelief. How can her dad do such a thing?

Hotaru look at her hands full of tears. Her father told her that she need to secure her future with Atobe, so he is going to send a spy to follow him.

"Father," she called at her dad when she went in his office room in their house, "what are you thinking? Sending a PI to Atobe-san. Father, it is not your right to keep such a close watch at him."

Her father never even lifted his head to look at her. He continue to read whatever he was reading in his desk. There are also pile of papers in it. As in, PILES. He never give us his time. Always, always doing his work, his papers, and when he is free from them, he spend his time to whatever he was doing. Not with her, not with Ryo.

"Hotaru, do you not want to keep an eye on him? To know his activities?" he said, his tone unperturbed.

"No, I nor you, have any right to follow his every step," she said again, rather indignantly.

"The PI will be reporting to you directly. Do not trouble me with this again," he now look up at her, with those eyes, unconcerned.

"You always do what you like, father. I already said that there is no need-"

"Stop!" her father stood up abruptly. "Stop, you will not question me."

Instead of answering, she turned her back and ran. She didn't know when her tears began to drip but they flow rather freely, and she couldn't stop it.

"Milady," her maid called out to her. When Maria saw what state her lady is, she run towards her. "Milady, what happened?"

She didn't answer, nor maria is waiting for one. She already knew that if her lady does not answer, then there may be a reason. She's not going to push her to say anything.

Maria led her lady to her couch and reach for a cup of water. She gave it to Hotaru and she accepted it willingly. Once, her grandma told her that if she doesn't want to dehydrate because of the lack of water cause by her tears, she need to replenish it by drinking water.

She drink the water slowly while she's calming herself. This is simply not her. She's not going to cry, never. She needs a level-headed personality, not like this. She promised herself that she wouldn't go back to the way she was before, because she gave those personality up for the sake of this chance with Atobe.

She gave those hobbies and activities up, except for one, tennis. When Ryo was born, the Kobayashi family accepted him. They said that because the family has an heir, there is no need for Hotaru to know the business. Nonetheless, Hotaru studied various documents and the way the business world works. She needs to get ready for the future, and if Atobe is in her future, then that means they need to go to a business trips and party functions. She needs all her knowledge about business to help Atobe in his business deals. As his wife, she needs to impress the stockholders and other business personalities and clients.

When the Kobayashi family starts teaching Ryo when he was six years old, Kinomichi-jisan told her that she will wield the blade in their family, she will become his heiress. True, Ryo practice kendo with her and he's great at it too, but the years of experience and the natural way she play kendo is the reason her grandfather chose her.

Every time she held a boken, there is an urge to win, and she dances with it like a sakura petals dancing in the wind. The students of her grandfather dubbed her as the 'Prodigy of the Sword.' If she was like back then, she would laugh out loud now.

Of course, her grandfather supported her at tennis, so when she attend middle school, she joined the girls tennis team. Even though she was only a first year, she instantly became a regular. In her last year, she became the captain of their tennis team. Like in kendo, she seems great with tennis, like it's the same with swinging the boken, but rather she swings a racket.

She went to different elementary and middle school. Atobe had his elementary in Europe, and middle school at Hyotei. He was their captain also, but because girls and boys tennis clubs are in different level, the two of them never meet.

She remembered two months before she graduate middle school.

"Hotaru-sama," her father's butler approached her while she's having a tea in the back porch overlooking the garden and her playground.

She didn't look at him and continue to stare at the view. "Your father is summoning you to his office, milady."

"Hai," she said, "thank you." She stood and walked pass the butler who trod behind her.

"Hotaru," not surprisingly, her father's voice is sharp and hard. For a fourteen year old girl, she should be afraid, scared what this voice meant. However, she heard this all her lifetime so she doesn't care. "You will stop playing tennis."

Shocked is not the word to describe her feelings right now. No. She lived with this man all her life, so she's used to him by now. Right now, she doesn't know how to describe it. It feels like a thunderbolt struck her. "On what reasons, father?"

"You will not to question me,just do what I say," her father scold her.

"I will not," she said, trying not to lose her voice, "not when you, I, don't have any reasons to stop."

Her father leered at her, "Even if you grandparents chose Ryo as their heir, you still need to study business."

"I never said otherwise, father," she replied, her tone is careful, "I did right? And I am still continuing."

"But with that tennis, you cannot focus you attention in to it," he yelled, "Even your kendo. But I will let that pass. You are the heiress of Kinomichi Kendo, so I will not going to say anything about it."

She stared at his father. From the start, he controlled her. And she let him, she let him to control her because she want him to love her. Her, the reason why he was bind to this dysfunctional family. She felt her need to cry but block the tears. She will not going to cry in front of him, be in his mercy. "Then I will, FATHER," she said with a broken voice, then walked to the door. The same as he always do when talking to her, she never look back.

She went to her grandpa's dojo that afternoon, with her boken and uniform. When she arrived, she went straight to her room and changed. Then she went to the dojo and start her routine with the boken. Swing here, there, front, back. The defense, the offense. She dance with her boken while her eyes were closed. She slide her left legs in the tatami mat while her right knee bend. Her left arm is in front of her and her right arm was raised, her hand is holding the boken in a straight line, the tip face left above her head.

Without changing the position, she swiftly rotate her wrist so that the tip of the boken face above the roof. Her body turns while her right foot is firmly in its position. She wave her boken in a crescent shape until the boken is in front of her and the tip face down.

She continue to do her dance, oblivious with her surroundings. When she finished, she bowed to the imaginary partner. Before she could open her eyes, she heard a clap in the background. "Grandfather," she said when she saw the old man.

"You dance like the sakura petals in the winds," he grinned. She laughed. "You have a problem?"

"Why do you ask if I have a problem?" she said, sitting down beside him.

"Because every time you have a problem, it's either smashing some balls, you smash the wind," he answered.

"He wants me to end playing tennis," she pouted. She only pout in front of her grandfather these past years.

He remained silent for a while and Hotaru wonders why. "Continue it in secret."

"In secret?" she asked. "How would I do that? I am the captain, oji-san, I couldn't just leave them behind."

"There's two months before you graduate right?" she nodded. "Then tell him that you will 'end' it in your high school, just let you play until you graduate."

She brightened, "Good idea, oji-san," but she saddened again, "he will not let me. I know he will not let me."

"I will talk to him," he said.

"Thank you, oji-san" she smiled at him. With her independent self, being dependent to her grandfather is a nice feeling.

"And you continue it in secret," he said, serious all of a sudden," your tennis, that is."

"Why, oji-san?" she asked, completely confused.

"Because you are great at it, you are a prodigy when it comes to it. I will not let you make it dull just because you stop playing. I will help you," he said.

That's why I have played even though I shouldn't have. Her father puts her in an all girls school, where they teach how to become a proper 'lady'. Why not? The school is full of nuns, and playing sports is not a lady thing.

She went to her walk-in closet. A box caught her eyes, she trod there and sit down in the carpeted floor. She reached at the box and pulled out its contents. It's time for Haruto to show up, she thought. After a little change and adjusting with her hair, she put on her wig, a boy's wig. Then she bind her front to hide the bulk there. She put her baggy shorts, for boys, and her large t-shirt. Then she put her tennis shoes. She stood with her tennis bag in her shoulders. The bag contain balls and rackets, two in fact. A change of clothes and a water bottle.

She sneaks in her veranda and carefully climb down from it. She always do this, so she's not scared at getting hurt. She ran to the woods behind their mansion and take the route she always go through in her night rendezvous. She chuckled at the name, rendezvous. It's not like she's meting with someone.

She arrived at the street and walk past to the houses. She sneaks her way to the tennis court in the back alley, where players like her wants to play. As usual, the street players are playing at it again.

"Hey Haruto!" one of them called.

"Haruto is here!" the other said, grinning.

"Let me play you," they said. Even though she always beat this guys up, they all want to play at her again and again. She remembers her teammates in middle school. Some of them doesn't want her as the captain, some show their respect and treat her like a goddess or something. Most of them just hate her guts, except for one. But that's for another occasion.

She plays with them for one hour. When they take a break, Riku, a fellow player and great in singles, approached her. "Hey, Haruto, why not stay for another hour."

"Sorry, it's already ten, I need to be home if I don't want to be caught."

"Why are you hiding the fact that you are playing tennis? Shouldn't be your parents be proud because you are a prodigy?" Everyone approached the two and listen. It's almost one year since they knew each other, but Haruto always go back home in the same hour. They do not really knew 'him'. So they want to know 'his' reasons too.

She sigh, "Let's just say that they do not like me playing tennis."

"Why not?" Riku asked.

"Is it because you are rich? Rich people play tennis as a hobby right?" Yuto asked, he's the book smart among them.

"How do you know that I-"

"That you are rich?" he finished. When she nodded, he pushed his glasses up. "You sometimes speak in a very vocabulary way-"

"Like you," they asked, but he just glared.

"- then you straighten your back like this," and he demonstrate it, "then you have this graceful feel, like you are a girl or something."

"How did you know how a girl walk?" Souta asked, one of them too.

He was silent in a moment, "We are not talking about me." They all look at Haruto expectantly.

"I am a girl," she blurted out, they gasped, except for Yuto. "I am sorry for deceiving y-"

"Wahh, that's cool," they said. "We were beaten by a girl, couldn't believe it."

"Sorry," she began.

"Nah, don't be," they said. "We understand even though you do not tell us your reason."

"Yes, tennis is really for men. We know," Riku said. She flames up. "That's a joke. A joke."

"But why?" they are all serious again.

"Because I am an heiress and in my father's dictionary—no, encyclopedia sports doesn't have anything to do with business."

"That's whack, man," Shiro said, "I mean, there are companies who sponsor sports competition, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"Well, because it's confession time," he said, looking at Yuto, "I will say this. I am an heir too. The Tanaka-"

"Tanaka industries, a company with multimillion dollars in which they make tons and tons of papers every year. Basically, a company that makes papers," Yuto said, smart mode.

"Your company is killing the mother earth?" Riku commented. Shiro glared.

"That's why we have a campaign to plant trees and plants you know."

"Oh, I know! I know!," Hotaru said, excited, "I am part of it you know."

"In our campaign?" Shiro asked, "Why haven't I seen you around then?"

"I am not sure," she said. "Wait, why don't we guys go to one? We should meet and plant trees together."

"Good idea, Haruto," Nobu said.

"Hotaru," she smiled.

"Huh?"

"My name is Kinomichi Hotaru."

"The fiancée of Atobe Keigo?" Shiro asked.

"Atobe Keigo, the heir of the multimillion dollars and euro company in which they have a lot of hotels and restaurants all over the world. They are top-notch and they are the number one company in Japan, if not Japan, then Asia." Yuto monologue. All eyes on Hotaru.

"Yes," she said meekly. "an arrangement. I didn't know that you guys know about me."

Yuto look at her, "I have my resources.

"But you love him, no?" Nobu asked, getting her attention

"Yes, yes, I do," she said, smiling sadly.

A/N: There you go guys, really long. I will give you enough information about these 'street players' in the next chapter. Thank you very much for reading, please R&R.

I hope you'll like this chapter also. i am sorry if Oshitari is OOC here, I know that there is no way in heaven that he will wake up Jiro, he's too the same as Atobe, lol.

Oh well, Happy New Year, guys!