A/N: Yesterday, January 26, was Amnesia's monthsary. I would have type it yesterday otherwise, however, I didn't get the time to type it because of the lack of...time? Well, I decided to write 2 chapters today! Yehey! Please look forward to it.

I would like to thank the following readers of both Amnesia and Hitsugaya Karin: cris08.1991, ShadowWolf62400, finchyyy, KumiTiny, rebel.17, Arigato gozaimashita, minna-san!

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis!

After Keigo calmed down, he went into deeper thoughts. But the hatred he felt towards Hotaru didn't disappeared. The thought of her seducing his father leave a very bad taste in his mouth, and if it is that true, then he would never forgive her. As his mind wondered to the girl he dislike the most, he remembered their night together again. With a frown, he stood up and went to his veranda.

He entered the open place and put his hands in the railings as he leaned forward to gaze upon the view in front of him. The well-kept garden of her mother is highly appreciated by his parent's peers, but right now, he didn't give a damn about it.

He tried to relaxed and think about the things he learned. If his father had a thing for Hotaru, then he should have obtained her already. Why does he need him, his son, to marry the girl he like? And, is the reason why he stayed in Japan is because of the girl half of his age?

He sure was soft on her. Keigo could see his father's warm affection towards the girl, but why? Did his father ever love his mother? Did he even care about her?

But he remembered the nights he caught his parents' loving devotion towards each other. He remembered his father coming home late at night, carrying his wife to their bed because she stubbornly waited for him in the couch in the family room with only a blanket and a pillow to keep her warm.

No, it's not his dad at fault in this. Maybe Hotaru knew that she couldn't break him with her graceful act and endless beauty, so she's trying to allure his father to get his attention.

Again, with that thought, he clenched his fists. She's only sixteen. Does she not know what she's doing? Or did her father ask her to do it? Is this her way to steal their profits from their business?

There are too many questions asked and none of them seems to have an answer. How.. How will he know everything if he could not find anyone to ask about his thoughts. He can ask his father, but what will he going to say; Are you having a secret affair with a sixteen year old girl?

And this should not be his problem, isn't the problem here is about the missing moneys which surprisingly in the bank account of the Kinomichi's?

He closed his eyes for a moment, his mind is churning, looking for answers frantically. Then, he recalled his upcoming date with Hotaru. He needs to push her away. He needs to show her that she cannot get anything from him, that no matter what, he will not show any attraction to her. Because he is not attracted to her, he will never will.

As he breathe in the cold air, he decided to get out of the house. He glanced at his wristwatch and saw that it's only eight in the night. As he returned back to his room, he figure out what he's going to do.

He heard about teens his age playing tennis in an empty street tennis court below the railroad overpass. It is where Tezuka beat Sanada when they were kids, and it was also where he told Echizen to become the pillar of Seigaku.

As he changed to more fit sport attire and grabbed his tennis bag, he told the maid he saw in the hallway to tell his dad that he will not be back in an hour or so.

If it is not for the sound of the rails grinding and thudding while the train moves, a certain voices and a ball getting struck would be heard from across the street. Sounds of chattering and boasting and laughing echoed through the evening night, and Hotaru Kinomichi look at the little group she came to know months before as she roamed here to play tennis in a silence. She found chaos instead.

Her friends, all boys, called their tennis night together as Midnight Tennis even though they do not meet at midnight. She once suggested to use Twilight Tennis as their group's name, but decided no to. It's sounds lame, and they do not want anything lame attach to their crazy team.

As they continue the night like they always do, Hotaru felt a chill run through her backbone when she heard a familiar voice,

"I am looking for a strong opponent," Atobe started. "I have heard that there are teens of my age playing here at night. May someone of you indulge me the pleasure of playing you?"

Hotaru blushed. That didn't sound right, Playing you? It sounds perverted to her virgin ears. Never mind that the guy who told them was her fiance.

Recalling about her relationship with the new guy at hand, she felt herself blush to the roots of her hair.

"And you are?" Shiro inquired. As a leader of the group, he spoke first. Even though he perfectly know about the guy in front of him.

"Atobe Keigo," he answered, then stopped. "You guys are Kinomichi's friends." He sound repulsed. Is that a problem?

Shiro narrowed his eyes. He decided to like this guy when Hotaru introduced him to them, and right now, his opinion may get change. He look back at Hotaru disguised as Haruto. "Ah, yes, Atobe-san. What are you doing here?"

"I need to relieve some stress," he answered quietly, measuring the atmosphere. "I never wondered that you guys indulge yourself here, or play tennis. Are you on your school tennis clubs?"

"Yes," Shiro answeres, once again, the others are all silent, letting their man to do the talking. "I am a member from Kugarawa High's Tennis club, along with Yuto and Oda here."

The two guys mentioned nodded their heads. Oda, because he's lazy at talking, and Yuto, who's contemplating what's happening. Kugarawa High is also in the upcoming Kanto Regional Tournament, however, Atobe didn't know this yet.

"If you remembered, I am Shiro, that is Souta, and Riku, and Haruto," he pointed to them one by one.

"Haruto?" the other guy inquired. "I never seen you with Kinomichi's friends at the party."

"He had a match that afternoon," Shiro lied. "He's exhausted and my little sister said that she understand."

"A match?" he asked to know one in particular. "Now that you mentioned it. I came here for a match. Who's the strongest?"

They all look at Hotaru who is slowly backing away. "W-what? Why me?"

"Go, Haruto," Shiro said with a challenging smile, "you never know, this is the only time you can beat him. Didn't you said before that you would like to beat him in tennis and show him who's superior?"

Hotaru's eyes widened, "I said nothing of that sort! Why must you put words in my mouth!?"

Compared to her eyes, Atobe's narowed dangerously, "Then may I do as you wish. But do not expect me to get defeated by you. I will not let you win."

Hotaru's blood boiled in exasperation, she didn't expect for the night's change of events. However, she was challenged right now, and as someone who is prided herself as someone who accept a challenge without backing up, she couldn't deny the urge to play with him.

"Then do not expect me to get beaten by you," she answered daringly. "Up or down?"

Atobe regarded 'him' silently, "Up." The tip turned down, and he shrugged.

Hotaru went to position and dribbled the ball a little. Then she threw the ball in the air and with a curve of her hand, she strike the ball with her racket and it flew past Atobe fast, he couldn't get it.

She smirked at the bewildered expression on his face. "15-love," she announced with a triumph.

Why can I not return the ball? Atobe wondered furiously. He went here to relieve some stress, but he's getting hot with rage because of failed attempts in returning the ball.

Don't be impatient. You are not an impatient person, he said to himself quietly. Every time he trike the ball, the other guy, Haruto, would return it without any difficulty. "Who is he?" he asked himself softly.

This guy is on par with Ryoma Echizen. Is he, by some weird occurrence, a member of the Echizen family?

The game has been going on for a while now, and they were already in their twelfth. If he doesn't get the point this time, he'll lose. Someone as he, who just won in the Prefecturals between the National level player, was being beaten by a no name guy. He unleashed his insight, and he stopped for a second as he couldn't find any blind spot, everything on him is complete, perfect. He frantically tried to reached for the ball he saw flying across the court and missed. "Shit!"

The guys on the benches watched as Atobe Keigo get frustrated as Kinomichi Hotaru, his fiancée, defeated him in tennis. Something he proudly owned and played expertly.

"Shiro, I'm going home!" Hotaru called out as Keigo sprawled in the court.

"Yeah," the other guys answered silently before averting his gaze towards the defeated guy. As Hotaru truned in the corner, he spoke, "You know, when Haruto didn't appear in here months ago. I was considered strongest among of us..."

"No way!"

"You lied!"

"Even though I love getting beaten up by you, I never considered you as the strongest, Shiro-kun," the ever masochist Riku said.

"There's 0% written in my notebook that I agree with you," Yuto said. "I will never acknowledge you as the strongest."

"Will you guys shut up!" the flustered Shiro yelled at his teammates. "As I was saying, I was the strongest before Haruto-kun showed up. Like you, I thought he's just a newbie who is looking for a good game, maybe a reason to get beaten, but then, he finished our game in thirty minutes with a series of different techniques that I don't even know what they were called. The techniques he showed you tonight is only half, or maybe one-fourth of what she know."

Oda helped Atobe into his feet. "He's that good?"

"He's great. He's a prodigy. He just watch a player's moves, how they do the technique, study their footwork, their arm, their body, then he could do a replica of a technique," Yuto answered his question this time. "Yanagi Yuto."

"Yes, Yanagi Renji's cousin. You guys have your own techniques?" he asked, and they fell silent.

"I specialize in data tennis, much like my cousin," Yuto answered.

"Can you believe I have your insight?" Shiro laughed, Atobe stopped.

"Really?" when the younger teen nodded, "Hmmm, interesting."

"Interesting indeed," Riku said. "Maybe, you can give me a free lesson with that one, ne, Atobe- san? I would do as you say willingly, say when and where. You could do my body anytime."

"Cut the crap, Riku, you are sounding like a pervert," again, a complete silence.

Atobe started to laughed out loud. He couldn't stopped himself. At first, they just look at him like he grew two heads, but then, they laughed along with him.

A/N: Yeah, so this is it, minna-san. If you are wondering on the tone of my chapter, I do not know what got into me to write such a vocabulary-mind-settling way of writing. It makes my head hurt also but please forgive me.

I would also like to apologize for any mistakes that I did not catch while writing this chapter. I am not going through over this because it's already ten in the night, and I still have classes tommorow. But I will definitely go through with this after I read it in my reader's POV.

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