My Valentine

Old Fiat (Northern France)

Summery: Felt like writing something… Atobe X An Tachibana.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.

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This was horrible, truly horrible. Almost as bad as that one time Gakuto had slipped Viagra into his tea…

Okay not that bad, but still pretty damn bad.

She just stood there, one eyebrow raised reading over the card.

'You do know that St. Valentine's day is the day that girls give cards to boys, don't you?'

'In Japan, yes, but in Germany it doesn't matter,' he said, trying not to show the fact that his throat was closing up. He must remain composed and elegant; he was Atobe Keigo, better than the rest. If she rejected him, which she shouldn't but some girls feel nervous around him so she might, then he would just laugh and tell her that it was her loss, not his.

'Nice card,' she gave him a half smile but still looked rather amused.

'I only work with the best,' he returned the smile but showed no sarcasm. He needed to charm her that was the only way to get with these types.

'Drawing me as the goddess Aphrodite is very creative,' she rolled her eyes. Honestly, she thought. Why does he think having a painting done of me topless is going to make me like him? It is rather sweet though, what am I going to do with those chocolates? He'll just be getting his way if I give them to him now…

'It was the only thing that seemed fitting. Do you like Greek mythology?'

'No,' she answered shortly, putting the card in her satchel.

'Oh,' he paused. 'I suppose that's understandable. It can be a bit thick sometimes and such.'

'Rather,' she just stood there. Are those Armani jeans?

'Yes. So,' he flashed her a smile. 'Shall you be my Valentine?'

'I already told you how it works in Japan,' turning down people is hard, especially when you are actually attracted to them.

'Regardless, shall you?'

'Oy, An!' Kamio came up from the other side of the campus. 'Thank you so much for the chocolate.'

Death, thought Atobe. Must be better than having your heart ripped out like this and trodden on by this plebian scum.

'You're welcome,' she gave him a very nice, non-sarcastic smile.

'What are you doing here?' Kamio glared at Atobe. 'Stay away from An!'

'I was just leaving,' Atobe turned towards the limo waiting for him. This sucked; she'd rejected him without even giving him a chance.

He was just about to get in when he heard someone call his name. He turned around. Brill, he thought. Now she's probably told Kamio and he's going to laugh at me.

'Yes,' An was smiling. Kamio wasn't there; he was talking to some other girl.

Atobe walked back over to her. 'Of course,' he grinned, he won, Atobe on top again.

'Here,' she pulled some chocolates out of her bag. 'I couldn't figure out how to give these to you.'

'Thank you,' Atobe took them from her and smiled, not grinned, smiled. 'My in country mobile number is on the back of the card.'

'Oh,' he's not gloating. 'Okay, thanks.'

'Call me,' Atobe was running back to the limo.

'I shall!' she waved as the smooth black automobile drove off.

I can't believe that actually worked, he leaned back into the leather and looked out the window. He took one of the chocolates out of his pocket and put it in his mouth. Mm, dark.

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Not really relevant to anything but thought it might be fun to write—probably OOC knowing my horrible writing style, lol.

Happy St. Valentine's Day and please review!

Cheers,

Old Fiat buy/drive fiat.