Okay...I was really bored, and this crazy idea came into my mind. I'm sorry for not updating anything for a long time! But I was lazy and I was being bombarded with homework.

Dedicated to XxMichyBabyxX! Hope ya like it, Michy!

Ukyou-Taisuke

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Nakamura Michiko gave a sigh at all her homework. She was at school, in the library, trying not to doze off. Her cousin, Akutagawa Jirou, was trying – trying – to tutor her.

"See here, Mi-chan...from what I understand...you take this number and..." he paused as he found his cousin, looking out the window. "Mi-chan...I could be sleeping if you hadn't called me here to teach you..." he complained.

She lifted her magenta-coloured eyes and smiled tiredly. "Sorry, Ji-chan...You can teach me tonight. You're going to be late for tennis practice."

Jirou blinked a few times, squinted his right eye, and then started panicking. "Ack! Atobe-buchou's going to KILL me! Eep! Thanks for reminding me, Mi-chan!" And he ran off, shooting a last glance at the clock.

Michiko sighed. She was alone again. It wasn't that she didn't understand her homework...it was just that she'd been lonely. Her homework was finished early, and she had nothing to do. Jirou was almost always sleeping, and she was always bored.

She frowned. What had ever possessed her to ask Jirou for help? Heck, she understood her homework better than he did!

"I'm just going to go see Ji-chan play tennis..." she mumbled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She gathered her books and hurried out of the library.

BAM.

"Ow! Sorry, I should have watched where I was...going...?" she trailed off, looking into a pair of gray-black eyes.

Wow...she thought, her cheeks turning pinkish.

The boy looked down at her and offered a hand up. She took it gratefully and stood up, beginning to apologize again. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."

"Nah, it's alright. I'm going to be late now. Bye." He ran off, waving a hand in the air as a friendly gesture.

Hey...wasn't that...wasn't that ATOBE? She screamed in her mind. And she didn't even recognize him! But wasn't he always that arrogant person who always boasted about his pride? Wasn't he that flashy person who was always excused from being late?

That was the first time she had met the real Atobe Keigo.

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Ji-chan...where are you? Michiko searched frantically for her cousin. And she found him, lying on the coach's bench.

She opened her mouth to call for him, but someone else beat her to it.

"Oi, Akutagawa! You're on the courts! Now!"

Michiko's heart fluttered. Of course, she was familiar with all the Hyotei's tennis regulars, but Atobe was someone she had watched from afar. She hadn't really conversed with him before.

"Michy! What're you doing on the courts?" Gakuto jumped out of nowhere and glomped her from the side happily.

"Gaku-kun..."

"Ah, Gakuto...get off her."

"Yuushi!" Michiko recognized, smiling.

Oshitari nudged his glasses up higher. "Oh. I see you're looking at Atobe, huh?"

A bright red flush pushed its way onto Michiko's face. "N-no..." she tried to lie.

"Uh-uh...no lying on the courts, Michy!" Gakuto shook his finger in disapproval.

"MICHY!" A voice screamed. Michiko looked up in alarm, eyes widening as she saw her best friend, Ukyou, flying towards her on an unsteady skateboard.

"AAH!" Michiko squealed, covering herself with her arms. Then, she felt a firm hand push her from the side and out of danger.

Then a crash was heard, and Michiko opened her eyes, seeing Atobe standing in front of her. He looked over her worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"U-uh..." she blanked out, staring deep into his eyes.

Ukyou popped her head out of a nearby bush. "Ow..." she muttered, looking at a painful, purple bruise beginning to form on her leg.

"Ucchan..." Michiko sweatdropped. "How long have you been practicing that trick?"

"Uhm..." Ukyou put a finger to her chin. Then she snapped her fingers. "About two months."

"Still no progress?"

Ukyou grinned. "Nope. But Fuji-senpai's been helping me. I'm just working on the form for now."

"Hey, it's Ukyou-chan!" Jirou paused his game, grinning enthusiastically.

Ukyou grinned back and waved her arms in the air, "Hi, Ji-kun!"

Jirou abandoned his game and came over, still grinning. "What brings you here?"

Ukyou blinked and then pointed to the guilty party: the skateboard. "It tried to kill Michy! Again!" she whined, pouting.

This time, Atobe stepped forward, a dark glare on his face. "Do you know how dangerous that was?"

Ukyou gave him a confused look. "...huh?"

"You could've killed her!" Atobe was shouting now, pointing at Michiko.

"Hey, don't yell at her!" Jirou defended the girl, who was looking apologetic.

"I'm sorry, Michy. I'm also sorry for angering your boyfriend."

"B-boyfriend?!" Michiko shrieked, her face turning different shades of red.

Ukyou tilted her head to the side and looked at her innocently. "...He isn't your boyfriend?"

"No!" she squeaked, shaking her head furiously.

"Oh..." Ukyou nodded, closing her eyes. "But he will be, won't he?"

"Ucchan!"

Ukyou smiled, sticking her tongue out playfully. "Kidding...or not..." she whispered the last part under her breath. "Anyway, Fuji-senpai's going to worry if I disappear on him."

Michiko smiled teasingly. "You still call him 'senpai'?"

Ukyou stuck her tongue out at her friend, trying to ignore the red blush creeping up her cheeks. "He's going to meet me soon, so I gotta dash. See you, Michy!"

"Don't kill anyone!" Michiko reminded her, waving.

"Whatever!" her faraway voice sounded. She was already rolling – unsteadily – to her destination.

"...How many times has that girl tried to kill you?" Atobe snarled, a grimace on his face.

Michiko frowned. "Don't just assume things! Ucchan's my best friend. I won't tolerate you insulting her!"

"And she was wearing a Seigaku uniform..."

"So what if she goes to Seigaku?" She argued, placing her hands on her hips.

"And this has happened more than once?"

"And so what if it happened more than once? Atobe, she's a good person that goes to Seigaku, and she's only a freshman! You're a third year! You should know better!"

Atobe crossed his arms and stomped off. Michiko put a hand to her mouth and paused. "Did I say something wrong...?"

Jirou scratched his head and came to stand beside her. "Nah, I don't think so. He...seemed to be worried. I've never seen him like this before."

"Really?" He was really worried...about...me...?

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"You don't look well, Mi-chan. You want water?" Jirou asked his cousin, worried.

"I'm...fine..." she coughed, her cheeks pink, not because of embarrassment, but because of a fever.

"It's 'cause you ran home in the rain! Why'd you forget your jacket at school?!"

"I...don't know..." Michiko coughed again, sniffling.

Then, the phone began ringing. It was a shrill sound that made Michiko dizzy. "Ji-chan...get the phone..."

He saluted and grinned. "Yes ma'am!" He picked the phone up and yelled in it: "HYELLO?"

"JI-KUN!"

"Ukyou-chan?"

"I HEARD MICHY WAS SICK! CAN I TALK TO HER?"

"Eh...just one sec." He put a hand over the speaker. "Mi-chan! Ukyou-chan's on the phone. Ya feel like talking?"

"Uh...no...tell her sorry. And to stay away from me because I got a fever."

"Sure. Hey, Ukyou-chan? She doesn't wanna talk to you."

Michiko shot up in the air. "JI-CHAN! I DID NOT SAY THAT!"

"Whoops...uh...sorry, Ukyou-chan. She doesn't feel good."

"I knew it! It's because of that stupid skateboard! It made Michy get siiick! I'm never ever ever ever ever gonna ride it ever ever ever ever ever again! I – "

"Ukyou-chan?"

" – gonna smash it into pieces and – "

"Uh..."

Michiko sighed. "Is she ranting again?"

"Ayup."

"Hang up on her."

"Yes, ma'am."

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A thousand tissues, phone calls, and text messages later, Michiko flopped back onto her bed. She was tired of talking and talking and talking...

Jirou was already fast asleep on the couch, mumbling something about dreaming. Michiko did a double-take. He's sleeping in his DREAM?!

Ding-dong...

Michiko sighed. She walked slowly to the door and opened it. There was no one there. She sniffled and shrugged before trying to go back in the house.

Then she heard a loud clear of the throat from the bushes. "Huh?" She turned back to the doorstep and still saw no one there.

"Look...down...!"

"What the..." she muttered, sneezing three consecutive times and looked down, as the mysterious voice told her to.

There, lying on her doorstep, was a bouquet of roses and a card. She picked it up and read:

Michiko,

I've heard from several people that you were sick. I hope you get better.

Love,

Atobe Keigo

Atobe...Keigo...? She thought, her heart racing. She blushed and held the presents close to her.

I'll treasure them.

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Okay...this won't be very long...just about three to five chapters?

Michy, I don't think I portrayed Michiko right...but I hope you liked it (so far) anyway!

Ukyou-Taisuke

P.S. I give cookies to reviewers!