Theme #14: Insomniac—Imperial Pair

Pairing(s): Atobe Keigo X Tezuka Kunimitsu

Requested By: Kitty723, Darkness Nemesis, Hinata-The-Lefty(DeviantART), LoveDreams01(Tumblr) + Others

Genera: Angst

Word Count: 301

Summary: Atobe misses Tezuka to the point that he can't sleep.

Author's Notes: I wasn't sure what sort of Imperial fic to write. It is one of my OTP's so there are a lot of things I want to write for them. But this just came to me and turned out nicely… Today I feel like writing so I will be posting several updates!

It is 4:00AM and Atobe Keigo was still awake. Sleeping was impossible with Him constantly plaguing the heir's mind.

Whether his eyes were open or closed the only thing Atobe saw was Tezuka. His brown hair blowing in the wind. His mature amber eyes gleaming mysteriously. His perfect form, standing still, playing tennis, racked with pain…. And his trusting smile from their last moment together.

"Tezuka… Why did you have to leave again…? Do you hate Ore-Sama so much…? Atobe mused, folding his arms behind his head. His eyebrows narrowed and he frowned in distress.

He looked out the window to the sea of far away stars. 9:00PM in Germany. Could Tezuka see them too…?

Atobe sighed and rolled to face the opposite wall, deciding it did not matter. Who cared if they could see the same stars? Atobe's precious brunette was still thousands of miles away…

Wanting to sleep more than anything, he picked up his phone and pressed "1". His father had since been relocated to "2" on his speed-dial.

The bastard better answer… He thought, heart jumping at the 'Hello' through the phone.

"It's me."

"I know. Who else would call at 4AM?"

"I miss you."

There was a pause on the other line.

"I miss you too… Is camp over?"

"No. If it was I would be flying to see you."

"Right…"

There was another long pause.

"Atobe are you okay? These late-night phone calls are getting more and more frequent…"

Atobe looked away from the phone.

"I'm fine, Tezuka. There just aren't many convenient times in the day for us to talk…"

"Still…"

"Forget about it."

"Get some sleep, okay?"

"Fine… Bye…"

"Goodnight."

Click.

Atobe sighed and set his cell phone on the dresser, cuddling back up with his blankets in another failed attempt to sleep.