A?N: Hello, minna-san! I apologize for any mistakes I made in the previous chapters. I don't really have any inspiration right now, but I kept typing because... I don't know *sigh

Well, this is the promised Valentine's Day Special. I will make it short though, so that I can still type a normal chapter. I don't have time to think about what I am going to write, so if you find this chapter crappy... just shrug and read the next chapter.

Moe: You made him sound like a gay or something when he brought Haruto in one of the rooms.

Me: I didn't!

Moe: But why did he 'attack' Haruto even though he didn't know that she was a girl?

Me: Oshitari whispered something to him... No! No!

I reread that part and it really does look like it was a yaoi. LOL

Well, if you guys want to know what Oshitari whispered to Atobe. :)

Disclaimer: Prince of tennis and its characters are not mine.

Atobe walked on the way to the tennis court of Hyotei Gakuen, his entourage was composed of a glasses-guy, a sleepyhead, an aerialist midget, a once long-haired cap-boy, a gentle giant, a foolishly kind kouhai, and a contact lenses fellow. If you describe him, you probably say that he was:

Handsome- always the first one that girls see

Rich- who wouldn't want their boyfriend to buy for them?

Cool- not as an ice, but as a wind

But that's what other girls think. Kinomichi Hotaru, in a twin braids and a large reading glasses that almost cover her entire face (a fake one, she really doesn't need it), followed the 'king' with her eyes as the group entered the tennis court. She fell in love with him a long time ago, heck, they were childhood friends. But what is it with him? He ignored her, didn't talk to her, and always walk passed through her.

Is she that shameful to be with, or to be seen with her? For her, Atobe was:

Arrogant

Self-centered- but that isn't true, and she knows it

Irritating- because she always gets irritated every time he ignores her

She ran to the rest room while hauling her backpack. She pulled out her wig and a couple of boy's clothing. When she get out of the restroom, she's now Haruto, the cute and cocky tennis prodigy.

Atobe watched as his teammates play with one another. He refused to play with anyone of them because he was waiting for him. He saw him enter and Atobe narrowed his eyes as Haruto pay no heed to him. He tried to calm down and keep his cool.

"Play with me," he said as he approach the younger boy. What age, he doesn't know. He looks like and elementary school boy but Atobe doesn't want to assume. Sometimes, even a high school student can stay as small as they want (probably not, no one wants to stay small).

The boy turned to him with a bored eyes, "Huh? Did you say something?"

A vein popped somewhere around his face, and he couldn't hide the fact that he felt humiliated. His teammates, especially Shishido, laughed so hard. Most of them kneel to the ground and pound it, as if to show that it was so hilarious they could just die.

And they did. As Atobe threw daggers at them, someone could probably say that if only his glares could pierce, then most of them have died. Haruto could not stop her chuckle but when she feels his menacing aura, she looked up to see that dark clouds swirled behind him. His face was so scary that Haruto stopped abruptly, not because she was afraid, but because she doesn't want to anger him more than she did already.

"Okay, I will play with you," she unconsciously reached for his hand like a normal girl would do if they are leading a guy somewhere.

Atobe stiffened at the touch, then blushed so hard (something that everyone do not see everyday). He was embarrassed at the warm feeling he felt from the boy's small hand, and it flows in his veins into her heart and his heart throbbed faster than usual. "H-hey, my hand."

Haruto halted and reddened also. She released his hands so fast, as if she was burned. "I... I'm sorry."

Because of embarrassment, she failed her serve that made her more embarrassed. This turned into anger and she attack him unusually and impetuously that she was defeated in a matter of minutes.

This is too much, she said inwardly and run away. Her wig fall off in the process, wild black hair trailed along her. Atobe watched. Too shock to move or speak.

Oshitari picks up the wig and waved it in front of Atobe.

"Positive," Gakuto said. "He's a she."

"USU!" Kabaji agreed.

"He deceived us..." Shishido gritted his teeth in frustration.

"He's a girl," Atobe repeated. "He's a girl."

Oshitari, didn't mind the consequences, smacked his captain in the back of his head, "When did you became so slow? Go after her!"

"Yes," the king answered. When did the two switched places? "And don't tell oresama what to do!"

Atobe did run after her but he couldn't find her anymore. He lose her trail. "Dammit!"

One week had passed since the incident. Haruto didn't visit the club anymore. Atobe vexed at little things, obviously in bad mood. Every single day.

As usual, Hotaru sits on her bench, hair still in twin braids and the ugly glasses covered her face. When Atobe's big group walk passed through her, he suddenly feel the urge to look in her way. He stopped as he saw a girl with long black hair and a big eyeglasses. On impulse, he approached her and she looked up. Dark blue meets deep black. She gasped. He stepped back.

"A-Atobe-san," she whispered in a hoarse voice. Kei-kun, her heart murmured.

"You are?" he asked. I saw that eyes somewhere before. Haruto wore contact lenses with orange-brown coloe.

Hotaru did not answer immediately, "K-Kinomichi."

"Kinomichi-san, do you know a girl with long black hair? Much like yours?" the other tennis players stopped to watch the drama in front of them

"Uhmm," she hesitated. "Yes."

Atobe placed his hands on her petite shoulders and shook her as he asked excitedly and nervously (another out of character), "Where? Who? Can you give me her name?"

Hotaru put on a serious facade, she tried so hard to deflect the pain she was feeling, "Why do you need to know about her? What do you plan to do with her when you learn about her?"

"I don't know," he also put on a serious face, "Tell me. Tell me, and I will not bother you anymore."

"She's gone," she paused before walking away. "She said she doesn't want to see you."

"Look her up," he said to Oshitari who only nodded.

"Kinomichi Hotaru. Played tennis since six years old. Her coach was an eight year old boy who named Atobe Keigo," Oshitari peer on him. "Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes," Atobe answered. I don't remember her... Who is she exactly?

"She's your fiancee. Your father and her father decided to marry the two of you when she was three and you were five. You met each other after three years. The report doesn't say much but all in all, she was your first love," Oshitari looked up from the papers in his hands. "Now, my question is, how in heaven did you forget about her?"

"I don't know," he furrowed his brows and gripped his aching head. "She's my first love? But how? That plain girl..."

"Oh, but she's not plain," Oshitari brings out a picture of a girl in a sundress, her hair is free from any hair tie. A huge smile reflected into the camera, bright eyes shining with happiness.

He stared at the picture and a flashed of images flooded his mind. A laughing six years old Hotaru in her frilly pink dress, and Hotaru in a boy's outfit, "because dresses are not comfortable to wear". That's what she said. "Ho-chan... Ho-chan is Haruto."

"That's what I thought too," Oshitari grinned at his captain.

"Thank you," very rarely said by the proud king.

The school stormed in chaos as girls from every class ambushed Atobe to give their chocolates to him. Honmei chocolates, bought chocolates, imported chocolates, and local chocolates. The school reeks of Valentine's Day. Full of flowers, especially red and pink roses, chocolates, blushing boys and girls. Couples who are planning for their dates after school ends.

Oshitari's glasses glinted as he received some of the chocolates made/brought for him. Gakuto and Shishido compared the amount of chocolates they received, fighting in the process. The gentle giant Kabaji also received a fair amount of chocolates, saying 'Usu' as a thank you. Jiro was bombarded with a lots of chocolates while he was sleeping, while Hayashi didn't get any because his girlfriend glares at the girls who approach or thinking of approaching him (yeah, I like the thought of him having a girlfriend even though I don't mention him much). And Atobe is going to look for Kinomichi Hotaru.

The third years and second years part ways and went to their respective classrooms. There, Atobe found a blushing Hotaru waiting for him. She has two bags on each one hand.

"Ohhh, looks who's here," Oshitari said.

"I still couldn't believe that Haruto is a girl," Gakuto said, grinning at her.

Jiro remained silent, while Shishido glared at the girl. He still cannot forgive her for deceiving them. Atobe stared at her intently, making her blush more.

"Are you not a first year? What are you doing here?" Shishido asked sharply. He received several glare from his teammates.

Knowing what to do, Hotaru bowed at him, and she said in a very cute way, "I'm sorry, Shishido-senpai!"

He blushed furiously which made Gakuto and Oshitari laughed so hard. Hotaru bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh herself. She offered him his chocolates, and give the other two theirs also. When she turned to Atobe, he leaned down on her and whispered something that made her blush more. "Hai," she murmured in answer, and he give her a sweet smile. Then it turned into a smirk and she stomped her foot in his. "Your chocolates."

"What about those?" he asked.

"F-for the other guys," she stammered. "I planned to give them theirs personally."

"Hn.." Jealousy? he doesn't care, as long as she's with him by the end of the day.

Atobe waits for her in front of the gate. Several girls who exited squealed and snickered as they try to catch his eyes. When he saw Hotaru walking to him, he grinned. "There you are."

"Here I am," she answered, returning the grin. "Where to?"

"Secret," he answered. They lace their hands and fingers together as they walk all the way somewhere... dim and romantic.

A/N: It's not what you think! I know it's kinda boring in the end but I need to go to sleep. Sorry, I thought this is going to be short, but end up longer. I couldn't write something for the actual Valentine's Day on February 14 because it's my sister's time to write her story, Hitsugaya Karin, and my cousin's birthday is on that day, we need to help out on some preparations.

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