A/N: This chapter is solely for the purpose of Hotaru and Keigo's tennis match. Best of three, I think. They have five game in the match and the first one to get three wins win. And also, I want to clear up why Hamasaki is not Takuya's daughter, meaning, I am going to the past where it all started. Maybe a little bit of Kunana and Takuya (parents of Hotaru) lol XD

Eurie (me): What do you think about the previous I uploaded yesterday?

Moe (my twin sister who used my account to upload Hitsugaya Karin): It was great. You need to write more about Hamasaki's past, it feeels like you need to say why. (She said that it lacked information.)

Eurie: Oh! Later, I am going to type the next chapter about Ho and Kei's tennis match.

Moe: Yeah. Oh, I was left hanging yesterday, lol. I even got excited to read it because I know I will love it.

Eurie: Later...

Moe: Oh, and yeah. When I was reading it, instead of 'his girlfriend', you put 'his boyfriend'. I want to laugh harder but grandma's sleeping already and I don't want her to wake up. (This is the reason we have a schedule on typing/ using computer. Someone needs to stay with grandma.)

Eurie: Yeah.. Lolol. I was reading it to see if I made a lot of mistake and then I read that part and I just laughed. I have the urge to go back to the computer and retyped it.

Both: Lololol

Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and its characters are not mine. (Every techniques and how it's done was from: wiki/Category:Techniques)

"But I don't have my racquet," he remembered, frowning. His health is okay because he relaxed while staying in Hotaru's mansion. Just watching her relax him, calming him.

She sweat-dropped then frowned in return, "Why didn't you bring it?"

"My dad made me," he put his hands on his pockets then looked at her with that expectant eyes.

A vein popped, she gritted her teeth as she told him, "Wait here. I'll get my old racquet." She run to the house fast, trying to get away from his presence.

She went to her walk-in closet to look for it, when she couldn't find it there. She went back outside into the storage room beside the house.

Atobe saw his ex run from here to there like a hordes of devils are chasing after her. She went in the storage and open the light.

"It was here somewhere," she murmured to herself as she rummage through her things from when she was a child. "Aha!" She brightened up when she saw her racquet from two years ago. It was relatively new but she got another one after the certain racquet gave her several bad luck. Like the time when most of the third years in her tennis club bullied her and they broke her other racquets. This one was with her so nothing happened to it.

But she got so angry about it that she told the coach about it. They were kicked out of the team and never return. Their reason they bullied her was because Hotaru became their fukubuchou even though she was only a sophomore and they were envious of her.

Atobe saw her approaching. Her hair is in ponytail but it swings side to side as she walk towards him. Her eyes glittered as the sunshine reflected on her pupils. She was breathtaking.

"Here," she shoved the racket to him. "It was old. I used it for a year before I put it in the storage. Come on."

She put a cap on. The adjustable hole of the cap hugged her ponytail. When her sharp eyes look at him, he thought he saw Echizen Ryoma just now.

"You can serve first," he said. Confidence from him shined and it blinded her.

"Hmmp," she moved back to the serving line. She dribbled the ball then caught it in her left hand, she twisted her wrist a little and hit it above her head. She gripped her racquet like she usually do for a slice serve, but instead of brushing the ball from 9 o'clock to 3 o'clock, she did it from 7 o'clock to 1 o'clock. "American Twist," she silently said.

Atobe swung and raised his left foot simultaneously stepped behind his right foot, as he usually do every time Echizen do his twist serve on him. And then maintaining a sideways position, he sliced the ball to return it. The ball flew straight to the net.

Hotaru expected this so she used moved to near the net without him noticing. Atobe gasped as the ball went back to him immediately unexpected. And even though he could return it without any difficulty, she always appears there before he could strike the ball.

When he lose sight of things because of bewilderment, he confusedly hit the ball to the air, making it a free ball. Instantly, Hotaru is in the air and smashed it to the ground. "15-love."

"Hehe," he chuckled. His veins are pumping because of adrenaline. He was burning with the desire to have fun, and only fun. "You've been practicing."

She threw a cocky smile on him. And as expected, the match went up to four games.

"I will definitely win," she said to herself.

"Because you don't want to forgive me?" he asked miserably.

She frowned at him, "Yes and no. Yes, I want to beat you. And no, it's not because of that."

"Then what?"

She just turn her back on him. He shrugged. He's going to win. He got a lot of experience, he faced tougher opponents than she is. He couldn't believe that they even get to play the fifth game, but then, he was ill and everything. That's your excuse, his mind mocked him.

"Yeah, yeah," he answered silently.

"I need to catch my breath first," Hotaru said before she went to the opposite bench three meters away from him.

He growled, and Hotaru gave him with a quizzical face, "W-what?"

"What are you doing there?" he asked her. Yeah, why does she need to sit so far away when there's another bench between them?

Hotaru didn't answer and gulped down some of her water from the battle. When she turned towards Keigo, she's shocked to see him swing the racquet in a seething manner, as if to break it. When she backtracked, her eyes widened and said, "STOP!"

She went to him and grabbed his arm, putting his other hands on his shoulder to help lift herself up because she couldn't reach his hand that was in the air. Since she was in a hurry to get to him, she trip on her foot as he glanced at her. "Gyahhh!"

"Ouch!" they clamored when they fell as he tried to catch her.

"What the hell are you doing?" he bellowed, still hugging her protectively and yet he trembled with fear.

"Wha... what," she moved a little away from him, and let his hands slide to her waist as she put hers in his shoulders. She blushed furiously when she met his eyes and scrambled to get off of him.

"Hey!" he stiffened as she unintentionally bumped her right knee into his precious jewel. He cried out in pain, clutching his endangered private part.

Still blushing, she kneel beside him and said, "A-are you okay?"

He gave her a dirty look, and tried to get up. He propped himself into the bench and pushed his body up painfully.

Hotaru peek at him, and said shyly, "I.. I am sorry. I didn't mean to."

Atobe berated himself for making her show that kind of face- ashamed, hurt, sad, "No it's okay. There's no problem. It's just that I think we cannot have four children anymore."

"Ehhh!" she felt her cheeks burning. "W-what are you talking about?"

Atobe cackled as he watch her clamber away. "Come on, let's continue the game."

"You'll see, I'll beat you," she grind her teeth.

"Heh," he raised his right arm and rest the racquet on his shoulders, "Just try it."

"Oh," she pointed her racquet towards him, "definitely, I will."

We were just rallying, he thought. And then, without him knowing, he realized that the distance she was running was getting smaller and smaller until she stay in the center-back while turning her body with only her foot moving, creating a crescent shape in the court. T-this is Tezuka zone. How can she do it? Is this really the girl who went down the stairs with an emotionless expression? Is this the real her?

Yes, a voice whispered in the back of his head. Hotaru is someone who is girly in her own way but could still manage to act like a tomboy if she wants to. However, right now, as she swing her racquet, light made her hair shine and sweat of concentration glistened, he thought, she look so graceful and so attractive.

The ball went past him and he smiled gently as she called, "Game, set, and match. I won!"

"Good game," he smiled brightly and Hotaru brought her arm up to shield her eyes. "It's your fault I lose though."

A vein popped as she glared at him, "It's not my problem that you were not paying attention."

"Hmmm," he chuckled, before reaching for her right hand. Electricity made them jumped away from each other but not so far away that he couldn't reach her if he wants to. "But it is. I was thinking of how alluring you look just now that I want to ravish you."

A blush crept from her collar-bone into her face, "N-nani! Hmmp, I'm not forgiving you!" She stomped away but he run after her.

"Ho-chan, please forgive me," he said. The king is kneeling, asking for the forgiveness he know he doesn't deserve. He felt so sad that tears welled up in his eyes. They glistened as he looked up to see her face, and she felt compassion and love filling her heart. Her own tears fall as she leaned towards him and embrace him with the heat of her love.

She slowly went down to get to his level as they continued to hug each other, silently crying.

After a while, she said, "I still can't." He stiffened, but listen anyway. "I... you hurt me so much, I still recall what you did, and every time I do, I couldn't stop the pain I always feel. I' m sorry. I'm sorry."

He didn't answer, just hold on to her. He felt like someone just stab his heart but he couldn't blame her. He blamed himself for hurting her.

"Stop saying sorry. I shall be the one to apologize for hurting you so much. It was an insult to make you sign those worthless papers and to think that you... you seduced my dad, or something."

He stopped when he felt a dark, menacing aura coming from her. She pushed him angrily and snarled, "Me? To your old man? You think he would like someone who's as flat-chested as me? Not that I care about that..."

He remembered the picture of his mom in her teens, wearing only two-piece bikini. His mom was well-endowed somehow, and he shook his head to answer the girl in front of him, "Sorry, it's just when I heard about the money going to your account and then my father worrying about you..."

Hotaru like to smack him somehow, "Che! That's what I'm telling you. When did you became so dumb? I thought you were smart than that? Aren't you the president in your school's student council and the captain of your tennis club?"

"You know what, Oshitari asked me about that too," he said, "somewhere along that line. I don't know.. maybe, it started when I met you?"

"Don't blame me!" she smacked him in his shoulder. He caught the hand and entwined their fingers, she reddened. "Damn you!"

"Friends?" he asked. He look hopeful.

"... friends..."

~*~OMAKE~*~

Haruto entered Atobe's mansion. 'He' heard from Red that Keigo and his friends are having a party for beating Fudomine in the semi-finals and 'he' sneaks in to see what's happening. 'He' roamed through the halls into the swimming pool where the people are.

'He' instantly spotted Atobe on the crowd, wearing nothing except for a pair of trunks. 'His' eyes travelled across his chest , then to his well-defined abs and then to his biceps and triceps. "He' blushed as 'he' imagined those powerful arms around her.

'He' shook 'his' head. "No, no, no, no, no." 'He' chanted louder and louder.

Oshitari saw 'him' and approached 'him', " I saw that you are looking. Do you want me to..." he indicated for Atobe to come and 'he' nodded 'his' enthusiastically but unknowingly. When 'he' realized what 'he' did, Atobe's already in front of 'him', "Wahhh!"

He and Oshitari chuckled, then the latter whispered something to Atobe that made him grin. Atobe lead 'him' into a room and 'he' stiffly stood in the center of it, waiting for something to happen. When 'he' didn't feel Atobe, 'he' look just in time to see that he was bringing his trunks down along with his briefs.

'He' shrieked and covered 'his' eyes. What the heck is happening? 'He' looked between 'his' fingers and saw him laughing without a sound. "He' got so pissed that 'he' yanked 'his' wig off and throw at Atobe who look so stunned when the 'boy' became girl.

His eyes narrowed on her and with a predatory eyes like a tiger, he jumped her and she fell backwards into the bed. Then he began loving her.

A/N: It was so hard to write Atobe! He's too OCC huh?

I apologize for any mistake. I decided to write about Kunana, Takuya, and Hamasaki's mom tomorrow. I need to upload this, lol. I decided to put on omake for my Valentine's Day gift for you guys. It will be until tomorrow or on Thursday (California time). This was from chapter 8: The Game. Although, this does not happen, I just think that it would be cute.

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