A/N: Okay, this is the end of my little Atobe/OC story. I would like to once again thank those who've reviewed, favourited or alerted this story. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did while writing it.

I think it's obvious but I simply adore Keigo Atobe. He's one of the most interesting characters in Prince of Tennis and I'm very happy Konomi-sensei decided to keep him and Hyotei in the story. I really hope we'll see much more of him in Shin Tennis no Ojisama because he's awesome, and he knows it. ^_^

Match Point

Epilogue

Four months later at the same exclusive ski resort in St Moritz they had visited three years before, Keigo had again taken on the seemingly impossible task of teaching the basic skiing notions to his girlfriend Ayane. The girl was currently struggling to get back on her feet after the umpteenth-in-a-row fall.

'I give up,' Keigo said doing his best not to laugh at her, 'you seriously are hopeless.'

Ayane just glared at him since she was too tired to do anything else. Unfazed by this, Keigo just shook his head and offering his hand to her, he said:

'Let's go back to the hotel, our parents should be back from their trip.'

'Yeah,' Ayane huffed.

'You know what?' Keigo asked while the two of them slowly walked towards the resort's main building, 'I think we should forget about skiing.'

'I agree,' Ayane said heartily.

'How about fly-fishing?' he suggested, 'I think that even you could do that.'

Ayane tried to punch him on his arm but she slipped on the snow, falling once more onto the hard, frozen ground.

'Ouch!'

'That will teach you to try and hit ore-sama,' Keigo laughed but, being the gentleman he was, he helped get back up.

'I really don't know why I'm here,' she complained.

'Because our parents invited us to spend Christmas with them,' Keigo helpfully explained, 'come on, it's not that bad.'

'No,' Ayane said, 'it's worse. I will never, ever come back here again.'

'Alright, fly-fishing it is then,' Keigo decided.

The two of them finally made it to the huge, two-level apartment they had rented in the luxury hotel. Their parents hadn't got back from their trip yet and while Keigo started taking off the top of his skiing suit, Ayane checked her mobile phone to see if she had any messages.

She did.

'Matthias and Alexandra wish us a Happy Christmas,' she said to Keigo.

'Do they now?' he asked sounding a tad more than sceptical.

'Hey,' Ayane complained, 'Matthias is working very hard to accept that we're together, please be nice to him, okay?'

'Not having a fight, are we?' Daitaro Watanabe asked. He, his wife and Keigo's parents came into the room at that precise instant. He was smiling widely which meant that he had enjoyed the helicopter trip to the mountaintop suggested by Keisei Atobe.

'Good evening Father,' Ayane said, 'and no, we're not fighting.'

'Of course you aren't,' Keigo's mother said smiling at her potential daughter in law.

'So,' Ayane's mother said, 'I heard they'll be having a skiing show later on tonight: they'll all carry coloured torches while going down the slope and it's supposed to be really pretty. Why don't we get changed, have some dinner and then we can all go and see it?'

'That sounds good,' Keisei said, 'but I have a phone conference scheduled at midnight.'

'We'll be back before then,' his wife then said.

'Okay,' Keisei agreed, 'what about you two. You'll be joining us, right?'

'Of course,' Keigo replied and Ayane nodded.

'It's such a pity…' Daitaro said all of a sudden.

'What is?' Ayane asked frowning a bit.

'That you won't re-consider joining Keigo at Hyotei next year,' her father replied, 'living in two different continents is not good for such a young couple.'

'Father,' Ayane said, 'I've told you before: I want to finish my education here in Switzerland. Besides, it's the twenty-first century. We have something called videoconferencing and emails and…'

'He gets your point,' Keigo interrupted her. He did feel tempted to say that they really shouldn't be speaking about long-distance relationships, considering that no one in the room actually lived together, at least no more than a few weeks a year. But that would have ruined the mood and, after all, it was Christmas.

Also, even though he sometimes wanted to see Ayane in person, he agreed that it was much better this way: being in different continents gave Keigo the independence he needed to focus on his high school tennis career. If he wanted to keep up with the amazing progress his rivals were making, he really couldn't afford any distractions.

'Give it up,' Keisei said to his friend, 'a good businessman knows that, sometimes, one must settle for less to…'

'….get it all later,' Daitaro finished.

'Precisely,' Keisei said.

'Enough business talk,' Ayane's mother said, 'we have less than an hour to get refreshed for dinner and this little apartment only has four bathrooms.'

'Yes,' Keigo's mother said, 'we must hurry up or we'll miss the start of the show...'

A couple of hours later, Keigo and Ayane found themselves alone in the living room. Ayane had started feeling poorly half-way through their dinner and therefore their parents had gone out by themselves. It had taken the girl all her powers of persuasion to convince her mother that, no, she didn't need to be rushed to a hospital. A couple of aspirins would do just fine.

'How are you feeling?' Keigo asked her sitting by her side on the sofa.

'I think I'm going to get a cold,' Ayane complained miserably, 'you should stay away from me.'

'Why?' Keigo asked her.

'I might give it to you,' Ayane said thinking she was pointing out the obvious. Keigo laughed at her once and said:

'Ore-sama does not get colds.'

Ayane laughed softly but she then started coughing.

'Come here you idiot,' Keigo said pulling her towards him.

'No…' she protested, trying to get away from him.

'I told you,' Keigo said, 'ore-sama is immune to colds.'

Then, just to prove his point, he kissed her full on her lips.

THE END.