Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. So you no sue, kay?

Author's Note: Here we go. Another random story that popped into my head. Yes, we all know how dangerous that is. Anyways, this is a short, random ficlet about Sanada and the angst that is Yukimura and the Rikkai tennis team with a little bit of Atobe to excite things. It's kind of fluff, but kind of crack in certain places. No official pairings, but I suppose you could say either Sanada and Yukimura or Sanada and Atobe depending on how you look at it. I didin't intend for it to come out that way, butit just does. Just let your minds wander where they want to. Without further ado, ENJOY!

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DOING IT RIGHT

Am I even doing this right?

Why does it have to be this way?

It's not fair…None of this is fair…

Sanada questioned himself as he walked down the street. It was a bright Saturday morning and the fukubuchou of the Rikkai tennis team was feeling moody. He walked quickly and briskly towards the local hospital while staring blankly ahead of him. His stoic and somewhat intimidating stare caused people to get out of his away and look the other direction.

"What's their problem?"

He wondered to himself as he gave a quick tug on his cap. The brim of the cap lowered and cast a shadow over his eyes. He felt better about himself while everybody around him felt uneasier. After what seemed like an eternity, Sanada finally made it to the hospital and mechanically went to the elevators. He stood patiently inside the car as it traveled upward to the third floor. When it finally stopped, he walked mechanically down a series of hallways until he reached one of the rooms.

"Yukimura."

The hospitalized buchou turned from the window and smiled gently at Sanada.

"Hello, Sanada!"

Sanada felt some of his tension begin to melt away when he began talking to his buchou and friend. He shifted the brim of his hat upward a little bit so he was able to see Yukimura better.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Great. I feel like I could go out right now and play a tennis match with you…and win, of course."

Yukimura laughed lightly with Sanada who just cracked a small smile.

"Oh my, now that's a rare sight. The stoic Sanada smiling. This day really is a good day."

He had to stifle a giggle as the other boy quickly stopped smiling and tried to stop the warm sensation rising in his cheeks by looking sideways and slowly pulling down on his cap.

"It's not bad to smile once and a while, you know. You'll look like an old man before you reach high school."

"I do not look like an old man! I only smile when there's something to smile about. That's all."

"Then you must live a boring and depressing life."

Sanada's eye began to twitch which caused Yukimura to giggle.

"You're so much fun to tease."

He sighed in defeat. The tennis buchou had a point. Somehow, Sanada managed to say something and set himself up for a joke once again. As embarrassing as it was, Sanada noticed how Yukimura would laugh and smile and that made him feel not so hopeless. As they were jesting and talking about the tournament with the American team, there was a light knock on the door. A nurse poked her head inside and smiled brightly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's time to get a little exercise."

"Alright."

The nurse gave a quick bow and then left the room. At this point, all the nurses knew that the patient did not need any help when the other boy was present. Yukimura tossed the covers aside and slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed. He slid into his slippers and nodded to Sanada.

"Okay, let's go!"

Sanada put his right arm out slightly as Yukimura grabbed on with his left hand. They took their time walking towards the stairs as they continued to talk about all the happenings at Rikkai Dai and all the things not happening at the hospital.

"It was boring to begin with, but now it just gets worse and worse as I get better. See? I'm walking at a normal pace now and soon I'll be on the courts again."

They were now making their way up a flight of stairs. Yukimura insisted going at least one set of stair before using the elevator.

Sanada patiently walked up the stair at a slow pace while letting Yukimura use him as support.

"The sooner the better. Now that nationals are coming up, Rikkai needs to be at full strength to stand against Hyotei and Seigaku. When you come back, the team will be back at full force."

Yukimura smiled at Sanada's optimism and faith in him. They finished the flight of stairs and now Sanada insisted on using the elevators now.

"Fine…You know, you worry too much…You shouldn't take too much on yourself. Just let loose and have fun once and while."

Sanada raised and eyebrow at the sudden in depth observation. Yukimura looked up at him and smiled.

"Are you talking about tonight?"

Yukimura smile turned into a lop-sided grin. Sometimes he wondered how Sanada's mind functioned.

"Yes, but also about life in general…Never mind. Just have fun tonight with no worries or cares. That's a direct order from your buchou."

The shorter boy looked at Sanada and then his eyes went wide. He almost grimaced at the sight. The fukubuchou was trying to smile. He was trying a little too hard.

"Okay…Maybe you shouldn't try that hard…Oh my…Stop that…please…You're going to traumatize children and send the elderly into cardiac arrest."

Sanada dropped his head in complete misery. Yukimura felt a wave of sympathy rise up for him.

"This trying to smile thing isn't as easy as it sounds."

"Sanada, that's what I love about you."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You're so honest that you can't even pretend to smile."

The other boy looked questioningly at him. Sanada was not sure how that was supposed to be a compliment.

"It's not that I'm not happy or anything…I just don't outwardly show it…I mean I could try, but apparently that doesn't go over so well."

"I know. Once again I'm giving you a hard time…But it's true. I really do like that about you. As long as you're happy, Sanada."

Once more Yukimura had to stifle a laugh as he noticed Sanada furiously trying to hide the light pink tinge on his cheeks. They finally reached the rooftop and Sanada helped Yukimura onto the bench overlooking the city. The fukubuchou was glad for the light breeze as it helped his cheeks cool off.

"So how is the team doing?"

Sanada looked at Yukimura and then stared at the cityscape.

"About the same as before. Each of the members are working diligently and increasing every aspect of their game. The most noticeable though is Kirihara. He has improved dramatically. I have no doubt that he will be one of the best if not the best player next year. Not only has his tennis improved, but he's matured as well."

"Seems you do have a soft spot for our little second-year."

"Don't get me wrong. He still has a long way to go and he's by no means ready to take me or you on."

Yukimura sighed at his sudden defense. Sometimes he wished Sanada would not be so uptight and guarded. He enjoyed hearing him talk freely about something. He also guessed it would make Sanada feel better too.

"Well, enough about that. What about tonight? Are you excited?"

"Yes."

Yukimura began to suffer a fit of giggles at the answer he got. Sanada stood completely still while staring questioningly at Yukimura.

"I'm sorry…It's just that…That was the most un-enthusiastic response…"

"YES!"

Sanada attempted to say it again with more enthusiasm only this time he raised the pitch and tone of his voice, which caused it to crack and make a strangled response. It was too much for Yukimura to handle. He burst out laughing at the ridiculous noise while Sanada quickly cleared his throat and pulled his cap down.

"That…That was magnificent…Your voice is always so deep…and that response…I had always assumed you already went through puberty…But I guess you're not all the way through it?"

He could barely talk he was laughing so hard. Between the voice cracking and the obvious blush, it was almost too much to handle.

"I already have. That was just…just because I'm not used to voice inflections and what not…"

"Alright, alright. In all seriousness though, I really am looking forward to this evening. Even if it's for a short while, I finally will be able to get out of this hospital and see different scenery."

Sanada was still blushing, but managed a nod in agreement.

"And it will be enjoyable for everybody to be able to see you outside of that room and in different clothes."

Yukimura smiled and then looked down at his clothing. It was the normal sea-foam green attire for patients in the hospital. He had to admit, it would be nice to get out of them and wear street clothes for a change. As he was going over his own clothes, his eyes settled on what Sanada was wearing.

"It would also be nice to see you in different clothing as well."

He pointed to Sanada's outfit. He was wearing a white shirt with a large, bright yellow strip across it and what appeared to be the pants from Rikkai's uniform.

"What's wrong with these?"

"Uhh…Well, they're not the most flattering colors to look at."

Sanada examined his clothing and found nothing odd about it. He knew the colors could work since the tennis uniform has those colors on it. After staring at it for a while, he began to see what Yukimura was talking about. It hurt his eyes.

"Right. Anyways, this evening shall be a special event that I know everybody is looking forward to."

"Of course!"

Lingering a little longer on the rooftop, they both decided it was best to go back to the room. After Yukimura got back into bed, Sanada said his good byes and headed towards the lobby. As he was walking, he began to think over what Yukimura had said about him.

"Hmm…I suppose I should wear something not so…bright…But what should I wear?…I want to look my best, but I don't want to overdo it…I need to also work on smiling more often…for Yukimura's sake…"

He paused and looked around. Nobody was walking the hallway and he heard no footsteps. Sanada saw found a shiny tray and checked his reflection. Then, he forced himself to smile. He quickly placed the tray down with a clatter.

"Yukimura was right…That is creepy…and wrong…"

"Please do not ever do that again. At least not when ore-sama is around or anybody else for that matter."

Sanada felt a lump form in his chest. He heard the voice and suddenly he felt fear. Gulping hard, he held his breath and whipped around to face the speaker.

"Atobe…What are you doing here?"

Atobe looked unimpressed yet amused at Sanada's sad attempt to conceal the bright pink on his cheeks.

"Ore-sama was visiting one of the non-regulars from our tennis team…Ore-sama hopes you did not attempt to do that in front of Yukimura…He would probably never recover."

"I see…Wait, do you know the non-regulars on your team? All 200 plus?"

Atobe smirked proudly and shrugged.

"Ore-sama at least knows them by name or tennis style and at least has spoken to them once. The one in the hospital is a first year. Ore-sama has given him pointers on his tennis game once or twice."

Sanada hid it well, but he was actually impressed. He barely knew the players outside of the regulars even existed. Actually, he had attempted to greet some of the other tennis club members, but it resulted with them going stiff and trying their hardest to get away.

"As much as I hate to say it…Atobe is a good captain…He's got the charisma and confidence to approach anybody and everybody wants to approach him…I really am a bad people person…"

The Hyotei buchou stared right back at Sanada who said absolutely nothing.

"Boring and dull as ever. Whatever. See you later…And by the way, please don't wear those colors unless you're wearing the tennis uniform…While you're at it, you should consider changing the colors. Oh well, it's no use talking fashion with you. Take it easy."

Atobe walked around the corner leaving Sanada speechless and questioning himself.

"'Dull and boring'…That's not suprising from him…Both Yukimura and Atobe…I really want this evening to go over well, especially for Yukimura…Should I…Well, I do want to show Yukimura that I'm not hopeless…It's risky, but…I'll do it…"

"Atobe, wait up!"

Sanada hurried after the Hyotei diva and caught up with him in the front lobby. Atobe stopped and turned to face Sanada.

"Yes?"

Sanada stood staring at Atobe for a moment, considering what he was about to do. Atobe looked at him expectantly. He took a deep breath and threw pride and caution to the wind.

"Please help me…I need…I need fashion advice and-"

He was about to scream out the part about needing Atobe's help, but was interrupted by Atobe himself.

"Ore-sama thought you'd never ask!"

Atobe was smiling and Sanada did not know whether it was from the light filtering through the windows or something beyond, he could have sworn there were sparkles around Atobe.

"Right…Hm…Let's get started right now. You need all the help you can get. Do you have a deadline?"

"I need something done before seven o'clock this evening."

"Interesting…This will be no small task but ore-sama is up to the challenge. Come with me."

Sanada followed somewhat reluctantly behind him. He was beginning to regret his decision.

"I just have to remind myself that this is for Yukimura's sake…Who am I kidding…this is insane."

"Atobe, listen, never-"

"Get in!"

Sanada stared ahead and was shocked. Waiting right by the curb was a gorgeous black limousine. The driver who was now waiting patiently for him to enter opened the door. Atobe rolled his eyes. He walked over to Sanada and literally dragged and threw him into the car.

After they had both entered the driver got back into the driver's seat and pulled away from the hospital. It was spacious and comfortable on the inside. This was the first time he had been in a limousine. He looked over at Atobe who was instructing the driver.

"Take us to Shibuya and from there we'll go back to the house."

"Shibuya? Why do we have to go all the way there? Can't we just go to my place-"

"Absolutely not. Judging from your outfit, ore-sama would say that there is nothing of use in your closet. Now pay attention to all ore-sama has to say and then even you can become like a butterfly who was once an ugly slug. Or you can be like that ugly, gray duckling that becomes a graceful swan."

"I think I just sold my soul to the devil…"

Sanada sat speechless once again. He knew Atobe had personality quirks, but those similes put him on the just plain freaky scale. The diva glanced over at Sanada and noticed his discomfort. He gave Sanada a smug grin that caused a shiver to run up his spine.

"Ore-sama has big plans for you…yes, indeed…Soon…Very Soon."

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Author's Note: Yay, I finished a chapter. This should span about three chapters total...Hopefully. In case anybody was wondering, Buchou means "captain" in Japanese, Fukubuchou means "vice-captain", Shibuya is a famous and popular shopping district in Tokyo with lots of department stores, Ore-sama is how Atobe refers to himself. Ore is a masculine pronoun of "I" and -sama is the highest honorific a person attaches to a name. So in a sense, he's refering to himself in the royal "we" tense. Whatever the case, just know that it is really narcississtic for somebody to refer to themselves as that. But that's why we love Atobe. Next Chapter-Sanada gets fashion tips andlearns social skills from Atobe.