A/N: I'm sorry guys. I've just gotten over an illness. It took over me for some time and I wasn't able to write. It will be a little different since I haven't written in a while. I have to get back into the rhythm. I hope you will continue to enjoy the story.

Chapter 5:

When Atobe left the room, that was when realization dawned on her; her brother was gone. Once again. It felt like every time they were reunited, something always came up that required one of them to leave. She never got to see her brother.

Mizuka sighed and perked up immediately when someone knocked on the door. Atobe must've forgotten something. She almost fell on the way to the door, her legs still weak from last night. She opened it only to hold in her gasp at the ogre sight of Oni.

"You're staying here," he said and he thrust a plate of food into her hands.
"But-"
"After the commotion you caused yesterday, you are not allowed to leave your room."
"What did I even do?!"
Mizuka took a few steps back as he leaned over her, his monstrous height giving him an ominous aura. His eyes glittered menacingly as he reached his hand forward. She braced herself but he grabbed the door and slammed it shut.
"WHAT!" She screamed at the door. This was so unfair! She was being treated like a child. It was like having her parents here but worse. Her stomach gave a growl so she decided to have an angry breakfast before sneaking out later. Being cooped up in her room was going to make her crazy now that her memories were back. There was just so many people she wanted to talk to, so many that she missed. Oshitari, Shishido, Kabaji, Ootori, Jirou, Hiyoshi and Mukahi. There was also Kikumaru, how she missed his cheerful smiles and compliments, Fuji and his kind smile, Oishi and his calming ways, Inui and his weird facts, Kawamura's gentleness and his fierceness, and Momoshiro and Kaido for their little competitions. She missed all of them. She had to see them today. She just had to.

"You cannot by any means stay the night in her room."
"Excuse me?"
Irie had smiled innocently at Atobe and asked to speak with him privately after their training. Having just beaten him and taken his spot on Court 3, Atobe was not having any of this. Irie, to his credit, put his hands up in defense and smiled apologetically.
"I mean no offence, Atobe. But, if you don't go back to her dorm for the night, the other players will wonder where you have went."
"I don't know, maybe I could be training?"
Irie sighed. "Yes, yes, I guess you could say that but we can't have you going to her room for consecutive nights. Other players are going to see and wonder what is inside that room since it's supposed to be vacant."
Atobe studied the older player. He did seem to care a great deal about Mizuka, he had to admit. And so did Oni. And Irie did have a point, but he wasn't going to tell him that. "Very well, but I'm not the one who you need to be telling."
Irie tilted his head curiously. Atobe's eyes looked towards the window where he can clearly spot Mizuka under that ridiculous hat walking towards one of the hidden courts. Irie followed his line of sight and sighed audibly.
"She's going to want me every night," Atobe said as he turned to go back to breakfast. "I'm irresistible."
Irie had a sad smile and said quietly to Atobe's receding figure. "Yes, I know. I've heard."

Mizuka walked towards one of the back courts. She knew everybody was at breakfast but she didn't want to cause a big commotion by being there or whatever that meant. So, she decided to practice some tennis by herself before going to find them. She was just walking along the path when there were shouts and yells and to her right, dozens of players in black jerseys burst out of the trees. She screamed at the sight of them. They were all covered in dirt and scratches. Was that Sanada she saw? Why did he have a patch on his right eye. They seemed equally surprised to see her. There were two short ones at the front, one of them she immediately recognized.
"Echizen!"
"Huh? Gah-"
She couldn't help it. She ran to him and pulled him into a tight hug, his arms struggling all over the place.
"Wha-What are you doing?!" he muffled.
"It's me!" she pushed him back and smiled. "I remember everything now!" she pulled off her hat and her hair tumbled down.
"Mizuka!"
She turned and saw Oishi. Oh, what luck. And then there was Inui, Kawamura, Momoshiro and Kaido. She gave each of them hugs that they gladly returned.
"I see. So you recovered your memories, after all," Inui pushed up his glasses.
"I'm glad to hear it!" Oishi said.
"Never do that again!" Momoshiro teared up. "Never forget us again!"
Kaido could only hiss in answer.
"Hey."
That familiar voice. Tears threatened to surface her eyes as she turned and saw Shishido, Mukahi, Hiyoshi and...was that Kabaji? He lost so much weight. Was he even eating?! She ran and hugged them, almost sending Shishido tumbling back with the force of it.
"Hey, stop that!" Shishido grimaced, blushing. "It's super lame." His arms betrayed him as he hugged her tightly and pressed his hand behind her head. Maybe he did miss her.
Mukahi couldn't stop crying while Kabaji hugged her and lifted her off the ground. Hiyoshi awkwardly hugged her back, to her surprise.
"What are you guys doing here? Why did you guys come out of the forest?"
"We were up the mountain," Shishido said. "We got kicked out of the training camp cause we sucked."
"Oh, so you saw Coach Mifune too, huh."
At their confused looks, Mizuka explained that when she first got to the camp, they sent her up the mountain and Mifune trained the hell out of her for two weeks. No wonder they all looked skinnier now. She couldn't stop glancing at Kabaji. She then looked over at the Seigaku crew, wondering how 6 out of 9 of them had been sent to the mountain. She was sure all of them, especially Echizen, was better than most of the players back at camp.
"We're on our way to beat Court 2," Shishido grinned. "Want to come watch?"
Mizuka could only grin in return as she linked arms with him, even with him protesting, he walked with her, his protests gradually stopping as he had a small smile on.

"We have an announcement for all players. As per the coaches' suggestion, the losing 27 high school students are assigned to Court 2."

Atobe couldn't help but smile down at his winning teammates. Even though they were Court 2 now, a court higher than his, he was still proud of them.
"Their growth has been monstrous as always," he admitted to Fuji, the only person on Court 3 that he was able to fully tolerate since he had such a calming presence.
He had spotted Mizuka immediately on the opposite bleachers. She had taken her hat off and was sitting beside Shishido. He knew she hadn't seen him yet since her eyes were glued on the match.
"Is that Mizuka over there?" Fuji asked as they watched Oishi bring the jumpy Kikumaru over to Mizuka. The over enthusiastic player then proceeded to hug her, lift her up, and twirl her around. His laughs and cheers could be heard all the way from there.
"There can only be one," Atobe said.
He noticed Fuji studying him for a while before his soft smile replaced his face again, "It seems like Tezuka has left her in good hands."
Atobe blinked at the compliment. His time at this camp had been a stressful one with all the gossips and talks going around. It felt nice to hear a compliment about him that he gave Fuji a smile.

He spotted the orange curly haired player quickly sneak up to Mizuka and whisper something in her hair and tug at her jersey. Then, they were immediately rushing off in the direction of the campus. He could only guess what that was all about.

"I told you not to leave the room and you completely disobeyed me."
"I had to see them, Oni-san. They're my friends," she said back to Oni.
It turns out that by now, the rumors of a beautiful girl in the camp were known by all players and they were interested in seeing what she looked like, according to Oni. Irie had run to find her right when a player was gossiping about it loudly and pulled her back to her room where Oni was already waiting. They also heard a different rumor and the names that she was being called. They were definitely not going to tell her that. The sun was already setting and the dark orange-yellowish light was making Oni look even more menacing with his arms crossed as he frowned.
"I'm sorry," she looked down, not wanting to see the disappointment there. She had liked Oni, Irie, and even Tokugawa when she had first arrived. Irie was a sweetheart, no doubt. It turned out that Oni has a lot of little adoptive siblings, which explained a lot about how he always reacted towards her. And at least Tokugawa listens to Oni and Irie, meaning he did care. Somewhat.
"The first stringers will be arriving in 1 month," Oni's sudden change of topic made her look at him. "All players will be focused on that now. So, you can leave this room once the announcements have been made. But, you are to remain in this room unless Irie, Tokugawa, or myself comes to get you. Nobody else."
"If most of the players know I'm here, why don't I just reveal myself? It'll be so much easier. You guys won't have to take time out of your training schedule just to come and get me."
Oni just looked at her, blinking slowly. "This is the only way."
"Okay," she huffed. "I'm sorry."
Then Oni did something unexpected. He placed his hand on her head, his hand was so enormous that they caressed the side of her head.

Atobe rapped his knuckles on 219 at midnight. He was a little late considering he gave himself a long and needed bath. The door opened and the site of her took his breath away. He had never forgotten what she looked like, he had every detail memorized, yet, she still managed to make him do his charming smile because she was so beautiful. She would always blush at that.
He stepped inside and closed the door before pulling her into him and giving her a warm embrace.
She took a deep breath and sighed out, "You smell good."
He chuckled at that and tilted her head up for him to kiss. There was something in her eyes which reminded him of the mental note he made for himself after his conversation with Sengoku.

"Atobe."
"Hmm," his gaze went over to Sengoku when he didn't say anything. They the only two on this side of the baths at the moment while the others were filling in. He always picked the ones at the far end, furthest from the entrance since people generally went for the ones closest to the entrance. The orange-haired player looked like he was blushing but it could just be from the heat.
"Is Mizuka in room 219?"
"Yes, she is."
Considering that he was in the room adjacent, Sengoku would've picked it up sooner or later. He was pretty keen on details so he had heard the door to the room opening and closing on multiple occasions even though he had never seen anybody enter or leave that room. Atobe had the feeling he was hinting at last night and made a mental note to himself. It would be difficult but considering the first stringers would be arriving in a month's time, he would be more focused on that.
There were loud noises coming from some baths further down and he picked up snippets of the their rambunctious conversation.
"Did you hear? There is a girl here. I hear she's hot."
"Yeah, I think I saw her watching the match between court 2 and the black jersey high schoolers. I can't believe those young brats beat them."
"Where do you think she is? I want to get a good look at her. Maybe even get in her." That was followed by laughter.

He lips became hard on hers when he also remembered the rumors that were going around about Mizuka. The rumors about the both of them. He had to keep her away from him for a while. He hadn't realized he had groaned until she pulled back from him.
"What's wrong?" she tilted her head at him. "You look upset."
His hand went to cup her face subconsciously. "The first stringers are coming back in a month." he could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't believe him.
"I know. Oni-san told me."
Atobe reluctantly removed his hands from her. "I'm going to need to train so I won't be able to see you for the entire month before they arrive."
Her eyes widened, her lips parted. "The entire month? Are you serious?"
"I'm serious about becoming a first stringer, so yes."
There was hurt in her eyes but he knew she would understand the excuse he made. She was always supportive of him. The hurt went away in a blink of an eye but she didn't smile. Instead, she hugged him. He silently cursed his body for making him feel aroused at this moment since he could feel her boobs pressing into him.
"You should go and train then. Don't waste anymore time with me." When Mizuka looked up at him, she had a smile. "Good luck."
He kissed her then. He needed to. He had to. He was already guiding them to the bed, moving his kisses to her neck and pulling her clothes off.
"Kei-Keigo..mmm...wait," her voice was high as her breaths came out in pants. She yelped when he pushed her down on the bed and went on top of her. "I..ah..I don't think-"
He silenced her with a look and when he spoke, his voice came out deep and husky. "I want to fuck you so bad, Mizuka."
She was already flushed from the kisses and he chuckled to himself when she looked even more embarrassed.
"..You..do?" she asked in a small voice.
"You have no idea. But...I can't."
And then he kissed her, his hand pulling her hair back while his other squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. Her hands were fumbling to pull his shirt over his head and he released their kiss just to let her before kissing her again. He felt her hands exploring his back and moving lower and tugging at his pants.
"Mizuka, I can't-"
Her hand had moved to the back of his head and pulled him back into the kiss and he suppressed a moan as he felt her other hand still tugging at his pants, his erection already hard against her.
"Mizuka..." he was giving her small kisses as he looked into her glazed over eyes. "Oh, fuck it." He sat up to remove his shorts and underwear before kissing her again and moving in between her legs. He could feel her thighs tensing from anticipation. His hand moved down to slip a finger into her already wet pussy and she moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss to look down at her. "Mizuka, you have to be quiet."
"I-I c-can't!" her voice was so high he was sure the neighboring room could hear her. He could feel her pussy clenching and unclenching around his finger, tempting him so bad.
Atobe gave her a slow crooked grin and slowly moved his other hand to her throat and put just enough pressure to silence her but not suffocate her. Her eyes widened and both her hands flew to hold his arm as he pulled his finger out and positioned himself. He pushed just the tip of himself ever so slowly in, her back arched back and her moan was suppressed by his choke hold. He slowly moved himself all the way in, letting out a soft groan for how tight she was and feeling her trembling beneath him, her hands tightening on his arm. He removed his hand from her throat and stayed still, letting her get used to his size as she panted out in short breaths. Now, her pussy was tightening around his dick. He choked her again and slowly thrust in and out of her, her hands grabbing onto his arm, her legs wrapping around him, her moans suppressed.
He moved his other hand to grab hold of her hip to help him pull himself in and out of her faster as he watched her tits, her face, oh how he missed seeing her face when she was getting fucked.
"Sorry...Mizuka," he groaned out. "This is going to be short. I haven't fucked you in a while."
He can feel himself reaching his climax and he slid his hand to her clit and rubbed it with his thumb in circles. Her body shook as her back arched even more, pressing her head into the pillow and she climaxed, again and again, a soft whispery moan accompanying each climax, before he pulled out and came all over her tits.
It was a sight to see as she lay unconscious with his cum all over her. And he couldn't help it. He went lower and started licking up all her juices and eating her out. Licking her pussy up before moving to her clit. He used to wake her up like this all the time. And within seconds, she gasped awake and let out a moan, forcing him to stop.
Atobe sat up and looked down at her hungrily, slowly licking his lips as she blushed, moving her arms to cover her breasts only to gasp and pull them away sticky with his cum. He chuckled when she looked at a lost for what to do. He got dressed and grabbed a napkin to help her wipe off his cum. He kissed her on the forehead and pulled the blanket over her naked body but she tugged on his shirt when he rose to leave.
"Can't you stay?" she asked in a quiet voice. Her voice was always high after she climaxes.

"You cannot by any means stay the night in her room."

"I was just turning off the lights," he said.

One more night couldn't hurt.