Disclaimer: ...Still don't own PoT
Nothing's Perfect
Everything in the expansive bedroom of Atobe Keigo, the narcissistic captain of the Hyoutei tennis club, was absolutely perfect. Not a spec of dust lay anywhere with the furnishings placed perfectly a look to them that made one think they were never even used. The whole room appeared almost like a picture, a perfect image that had been captured forever.
The large four poster bed in the center of the room was flawless with imported silk sheets of the best quality covered at the top in pillows made with some kind of expensive feathers. Pictures made from famous artists adorned the walls along with mirrors framed by gold or other such precious metals. Not a thing was out of place, no wrinkle in anything, not even a misplaced object.
If it was in Atobe's mansion it had to be perfect or it wasn't good enough to be there in the first place. Never would there be anything of inferior quality for only the best would do; words from Atobe Keigo himself.
Laid perfectly upon the imported silk sheets of the four poster bed was the narcissist his eyes closed deep in thought. The bucho of Seigaku was on his mind, the only thing on his mind, for nothing else was more important at the moment.
Tezuka Kunimitsu, the only one to ever capture his heart and the only one to continuously break it time after time. Always did his heart ache around the other bucho even when he simply got a glance of him. Only Tezuka had a way of crushing him by doing nothing more then rejecting him...
Even though he was distressed Atobe looked perfect, the self proclaimed Ore-sama had always been perfect, no matter what the situation was. Always would he look perfect he had to or he wouldn't be Ore-sama at all.
Prefect, that was a word to describe him. A word that he had always thought fit him impossibly well. But now he wasn't sure anymore for obviously he wasn't good enough for Tezuka or he wouldn't have rejected him in the first place. Though what more could he do to make himself desirable to him? His pride could only let him do so much.
Running a hand through his perfect silver hair he parted his lips to let a soft sigh leave them. How could someone reject him of all people? Everyone wanted him and he could have anyone he wanted. Except Tezuka, he seemed to be the only exception to the rule which made him want the other that much more.
However nothing would deter Atobe from getting what he wanted no matter what barrier stood in his way. He would make Tezuka love him in order to cause the ache inside of him to leave, the unfamiliar ache of rejection. The terrible feeling was eating away at him tearing a hole inside of him, a hole that he wanted gone, filled even.
"...Ore-sama will make Tezuka his..." Whispering to himself a promise he opened his perfect lids revealing at last his light hues. Glancing up at his ceiling without really seeing it a grin formed on his lips. Confidence would be the key or so he believed for all he had to go on was how he had always acted. This was too new for him to have a perfect plan all laid out.
But Atobe could do this, would do this, or he would forever feel that clench of his heart that spoke of rejection. For Tezuka was the only one worthy enough for him the only one he would even consider changing his perfect self for. No one but Tezuka could ever be worth his time, no one else could hope to compare.
The expansive limo owned unmistakably by Atobe Keigo pulled up at the entrance to Seishun Gakuen the door opening to reveal the owner in all his narcissistic glory. A smirk upon his elegant features he began to walk purposely towards the tennis courts a distinct goal in mind.
Today he would make Tezuka love him or at the very least see that he was making a mistake by rejecting him. Nothing would stand in his way of achieving his goal especially not something as trivial as interrupting a tennis practice.
Since school had ended little less then an hour ago it came to no surprise to Hyoutei's bucho that the tennis team was having practice. Instead of simply waltzing in and pulling his Tezuka away from the practice Atobe stopped by the fence to watch.
Focusing his hues upon only Tezuka, the entire reason he was here, Atobe was reminded of just one of the reasons why he loved him. The Seigaku bucho was beautiful and in Atobe's eyes he was the only person that could possibly rival his own beauty.
Everything about Tezuka struck Atobe as being beautiful there was no doubt that he was handsome especially not with the way his presence made you look at him, respect him even. Not even the small fault of his glasses set back on his looks in fact they only enhanced them that much more.
A pang struck inside Atobe's chest by just looking at the other as that was all it took. Resolved that much more to make Tezuka love him he brushed off his clothes, ran a hand through his hair, and plastered a confident smirk on his lips.
With that the self proclaimed 'Ore-sama' walked right into the courts ignoring completely as people turned heads to stare at him. Approaching his entire reason for being there his smirk grew as he finally stopped in front of the one and only Tezuka Kunimitsu.
"Tezuka, Ore-sama has come here to speak with you," he said in his ever cocky voice locking his eyes dead on with the others.
Arching a brow slightly in what Atobe took to be curiosity Tezuka responded in his usual manner. "Then it can wait Atobe. If you haven't noticed were in the middle of practice."
Nodding his head curtly Atobe refused to let such a simple think stop the two of them from talking. "Yes Ore-sama has seen that though he will not wait for such a trivial thing to end," said the narcissist while making a dismissive gesture with his hand.
Wasting no more time on the useless subject the Hyoutei bucho more or less pulled the other away from the courts and back to his previous spot by the gates. Tezuka was clearly agitated judging by the way he was staring at him but Atobe didn't care right now.
"Ore-sama demands to know why you won't go out with him. No one else has ever rejected Ore-sama, he's perfect." Suddenly demanding an answer Atobe hadn't even thought about what he was going to say simply put he had cut to the chase.
Letting out a long sigh the other shook his head as if asking himself why he was even standing there. "...No one is perfect Atobe, not even you," spoke Tezuka in all his usual calmness fully shocking Atobe.
Standing there near dumbstruck by the others words Atobe's mouth nearly dropped but he didn't allow it as it was completely unbecoming of him. As soon as his initial shock passed the narcissist felt a shoot of anger fill him.
How could Tezuka say he was imperfect? That was impossible and it was down right insulting to the rival bucho.
With nothing more then that thought running through his mind he reached out grabbing the others shirt and pulled him closer smashing his lips against his.
Their lips connected for a few wonderful moments but Atobe pulled away just as suddenly and turned on his heel beginning to walk away leaving behind he was sure a shocked Tezuka.
Keeping his face completely blank the narcissist couldn't even fully believe what he had just done. All that he knew was he wanted to show Tezuka that he was wrong, he was perfect, and the only one that Tezuka should ever be with.
Atobe would show Tezuka that, show that he was perfect, prove that the ache inside of him was false, that the other couldn't possibly be right. If the other was right then Atobe...he didn't know anything anymore besides that he wanted Tezuka more then anything.
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Mm I completely murdered this pairing...but if anyone likes it then well it was worth it I suppose. Review and tell me what you think please and just maybe I might continue this. Everything depends on if I decide I actually like how this has turned out or not.