Author's Note: I am sooooo sorry for not updating sooner! I just finished school so I had a lot to do before then. Wel, this is it...the last chapter of this story. Thank you so much my reviewers for staying with me and supporting this story to the end.I love you all. I just hope I make it a satisfactory ending ne?

Disclaimer: I don't own PoT/TnO.

"Oishi-fukubuchou?"

Oishi snapped out of his thoughts to look at the Hyotei Junior. "Hai, Ohtori?" Oishi asked.

"Aren't you coming to practice?" Ohtori asked.

Oishi gave a small nod. "I'll be there shortly," he said.

"Atobe-buchou seems…irritated," Ohtori said.

"It's just the stress of getting ready for Zenkoku," Oishi said, feeling a little guilty for lying to the trusting junior but he had to make sure Atobe didn't find out anything from anyone.

"Oh," Ohtori said a little hesitantly. It didn't seem to him that Atobe was stressed out about Zenkoku. No, it was something else but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Shrugging his shoulders, Ohtori went back to practice, leaving Oishi to stand alone.

Oishi watched as the junior headed back to the courts. 'I'm sorry,' Oishi thought. He couldn't help but grow a little attached to the team. Their determination rivaled Seigaku's and Oishi could tell how much Hyotei wanted the title. He shook his head as he walked back to the courts, he knew he was being selfish but he couldn't help it, not this time.

:Nationals:

The weeks leading up to Nationals went by in a blur. Oishi had worked weeks on his plan and there had been many setbacks but now…it would all be complete. Getting to this stage hadn't been easy and it was more difficult hiding it from the Hyotei regulars. Every day that passed meant that Oishi would spend one less day with them. But it couldn't be helped, as Oishi felt earlier.

Oishi woke to a bright sunny day, his heart already starting to hammer in his chest. Today was it. Nationals. The day he had been training so hard to get to for the past few weeks. Atobe had said to meet at the front gate at 8:30 sharp in order to finalize how the rankings would go. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Oishi stretched and went to get dressed.

He pulled on regular pants, knowing that he would get to change later before the matches actually started. Placing his uniform into his tennis bag, Oishi swung the bag onto his shoulder and announced he was leaving. His footsteps echoed throughout the house, each step weighing onto his heart. He was going to go through with this regardless of what others thought.

Oishi seemed to move in a trance-like state, all of his movements were automatic. Oishi was too busy trying to control the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach. He placed a hand on his stomach, as if that action would help settle the feeling a little bit. The bus-ride to Nationals was a long one and Oishi it only served to heighten his anxiety. Finally the bus pulled up to the courts where Nationals were taking place and Oishi stepped off the bus, his legs shaking slightly.

Taking a few deep breaths before continuing, Oishi surveyed his surroundings. Many schools that Seigaku had played against before were now here. Rikkai, Fudomine, St. Rudolph. His eyes quickly scanned over the groups of people trying to locate the familiar Hyotei jackets. Finally, he spotted them and Oishi slowly made his way over to them. His heart rate increased to an almost painful rate as he walked closer. He his unconsciously shifted over to the right and he stopped in his tracks. Next to the Hyotei regulars, stood the Seigaku regulars.

"Oishi!" he heard someone call.

He looked to see the bouncy acrobatics player from Seigaku bound over to him and latch onto his arm.

"Damn Eiji, let go of him," Gakuto said.

"Nya!" Eiji said, childishly sticking his tongue at the other redhead.

Both teams seemed to converge to where Oishi was standing. He swallowed nervously before announcing, "I-I have something to say before the competition starts." His gaze shifted over to Tezuka, who remained impassive and merely gave a slight nod of his head.

Oishi turned to the Hyotei players and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry," he said.

Both teams just stared at the emerald-eyed boy. What was he talking about? Everyone seemed confused and a slight murmur arose from both teams.

"Explain,"" Atobe said, his eyes flashing dangerously. He moved to stand near the Fukubuchou.

"The choice to remain at Hyotei or go back to Seigaku has been plaguing me for quite a while now," Oishi said. "It was very difficult to make my choice considering all that has happened, but I had to make one."

Oishi decided that actions communicated louder than words. He reached up and slowly unzipped his jacket from his body and shrugged it off. None of the players from each side said anything. "My choice has been made," Oishi announced.

Eiji was the first one to recover from the shock. "O-Oishi!" he said, tears beginning to form at the edge of his eyes.

"Oishi-senpai," Momoshiro said. He could hardly believe it.

"Oishi-fukubuchou," Ohtori said, his voice never raised beyond that of a whisper.

Adorning Oishi's torso was the familiar blue and white uniform belonging to Seigaku. Oishi smiled a gentle smile towards the Hyotei players. "I want to thank you," he said. "I know it will never be enough but thank you for helping me through the rough time of my amnesia. I am indebted to you all."

Atobe's eyes flashed dangerously. "You," he started, trying to control the anger he felt. But this time, it was too much. This was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. He raised his hand as if to strike at Oishi. "You traitor!" he roared. His hand came down fast and Oishi shut his eyes, trying to prepare himself for the imminent blow. But the strike never came. Oishi opened his eyes and see what happened.

And what he saw made his heart flutter. Tezuka was standing beside the infuriated Hyotei Buchou with one hand clasped firmly around the other other's wrist. Atobe stared at Tezuka in shock and violently ripped his arm from the stoic buchou.

"You will not harm him," Tezuka said, his voice commanding obedience. He moved to stand in front of Oishi, shielding him from Atobe's rage.

"Move aside," Atobe said, he was not going to take orders from anyone.

The other Hyotei regulars simply sighed. "Atobe," Oshitari said. "Let's go."

Atobe whirled on the blue-haired tensai. "Ore-sama will leave whenever Ore-sama seem fit," Atobe hissed. He turned his attention back to Oishi. "After all Ore-sama has done for you, this is how you repay?"

Oishi looked downward at the ground. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "But as I said before, my loyalties lie with Seigaku. I could never have played my fullest knowing that I would face my former school. My former team."

"This team mean nothing to you then," Atobe said.

Oishi quickly shook his head. "Hyotei has done so much for me," Oishi said. "I'll repay you somehow."

"You may repay it by playing for this team," Atobe said curtly.

"Atobe, please understand," Oishi said. "I don't want to leave on a bad note."

"Wait," Oshitari voiced. "You still attend Hyotei, how is it possible for you to play with Seigaku."

Atobe's eyes gleamed at this statement. Perhaps Oishi still could play for Hyotei. "Explain that," Atobe said a smirk tugging on his lips.

"I don't attend Hyotei anymore," Oishi said. Everyone turned to look at him, even Tezuka.

"What?" Atobe shouted, forgetting to keep his composure.

Oishi took a deep breath. "I transferred out of Hyotei yesterday," Oishi said. "My parents finally agreed to let me go back. At first they didn't understand why I didn't want to stay at Hyotei but I told them that I had left something behind and I needed to go back." His eyes briefly rested on Tezuka as he continued. "I told them that this "something" was very important to me and that I would not be able to function without it. Especially since my memories have returned to me."

Atobe clenched his hands into fists, his eyes stormy. "Fine," he said, finally relinquishing Oishi to Seigaku. He knew there was nothing he could do, especially since Oishi officially not longer attended Hyotei. He turned with his usual air of arrogance. "We'll just have to try harder to beat you," he said, without looking back. "Let's go." All the Hyotei regulars nodded and gave Oishi a brief smile. They understood why he had chosen to do what he did.

Sighing with relief, Oishi turned his attention back to the Seigaku regular who had remained quiet all this time. "Uh…glad to be back?" Oishi said, smiling.

Another moment of silence before chaos erupted. Everyone ran to Oishi and all tried to hug him at once. Eiji bounced happily, his cries of "Nya! Oishi's back!" echoed throughout the courtyard. Momoshiro smiled his goofy smile and even Ryoma cracked a grin. Kaidoh was a little more reserved that his teammates.

"Welcome back, Oishi-senpai," he said.

"Arigatou, Kaidoh." Oishi said giving the junior a bright smile.

"Nice to have you back, Oishi," Fuji said, for once his smile was only a regular smile.

"Oishi, I'll treat you to sushi today, in honor of your return," Kawamura said.

"Nya, Taka-san, I want anago!" Eiji said, wanting his beloved conger eel sushi.

"Hai," Kawamura said. "Well go after Nationals today,"

"Hoi!" Eiji shouted.

"I'll mix a special 'welcome back' Inui juice just for you," Inui said, his glasses glinting.

Oishi and the rest of the team sweatdropped. "Ah, no thank you," Oishi said. Then Oishi noticed that Tezuka stood apart from everyone else. Making his way from the circle of regulars, Oishi went to stand beside the Seigaku buchou. "Tezuka?" Oishi called out.

Tezuka gave a slight inclination of his head. "Oishi," he greeted.

"Now we'll finally be able to fulfill our promise," Oishi said.

Tezuka nodded. "Aa," he answered.

Oishi cocked his head to the side a bit. Was Tezuka not happy with him? Oishi wondered. Fuji's gaze rested on Tezuka and his smiled became devious again. He knew Tezuka too well. "Maa, let's go see the schedule and fill out a registration form before we're disqualified," Fuji said to the other regulars.

"Why do we all have to go, Fuji-senpai?" Momoshiro asked.

"Because whoever does not go will have to drink extra glasses of Inui juice plus run one hundred laps," Tezuka said.

Everyone sweatdropped and hurriedly made their way to the registration desk. With everyone gone, it was just Tezuka and Oishi together.

"Tezuka?" Oishi called out.

Tezuka allowed his expression to relax a little bit. "It's good to have you back, Oishi," Tezuka whispered. "I missed you."

Oishi launched himself into Tezuka's arms, the tears beginning to gather. "I missed you too," Oishi whispered back.

Tezuka moved his arms to enclose the Fukubuchou in his embrace, letting out a small sigh. It felt right to be holding him like this. Tezuka tightened his grip on Oishi when he thought how close Atobe was to keeping Oishi at Hyotei. Then he would never have been able to hold Oishi like he did now.

"Tezuka," Oishi said.

Tezuka bent his head until his lips were close to Oishi's ear. "I love you," he whispered, hugging Oishi impossible closer to him.

Oishi gasped. He stepped back, with one hand raised to his mouth. The crystalline tears trailed from the corner of his eye. "T-Tezuka," Oishi stuttered. It didn't feel real. Oishi almost pinched himself to make sure this wasn't a dream. He launched himself back into Tezuka's arms. "I love you too," Oishi said. "I always have."

Tezuka nodded his understanding. His heart swelled with the surge of emotion that now assaulted him. He pulled Oishi close so the other wouldn't see the solitary tear that made it's way down his own cheek. He had been so close to losing he one person who loved him. He had been so close to losing his best friend. But most importantly of all, he had been close to losing love.

Author's Note: I know I know...fluffy ending right:laughs: Well there you go! My first Prince of Tennis Fanfic is now over. I hope you enjoyed it. Was the ending satisfactory? Good? Bad? Please tell me and I hope to bring more fanfics soon! Ja!

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