Take a Chance on Me
Summary: Yaoi/Shonen ai. AtobexTezuka pairing. Atobe had his eyes set on a certain Seigaku's tennis club captain. However, his admires didn't approve. . . and decided to take matters into their own hand. . . Slight Tezuka torture.
// . . . // - For thoughts.
Part 1:
"You can go now." A cool voice said calmly looking down at the boy that's still panting slightly and totally naked by his feet.
"Senpai, Atobe Senpai," the 2nd year student glanced at Atobe with his large, brown eyes, "When can we do this again?"
"When I wanted to." The expression on Atobe's face clearly said that he was bored.
"But senpai," the boy started whining, a sound which made Atobe's face cringe, "senpai I want to see you again soon. . . "
"Be quiet!" Atobe couldn't help it but raised his voice slightly. "Don't talk so much, and don't open your eyes too wide, and. . . "
Before Atobe could finish however, the 2nd year student started crying.
"And for god's sake, don't cry!"
"Why??" Trying to stiffen his crying, the boy asked with trembled lips, "You had me changed the style of my glasses, dyed my hair chestnut brown, and now you want me to be quiet & unemotional, are you trying to make me into somebody else?"
Atobe was quiet for a second. Hm. . . Good question. Maybe. He had to give points for this 2nd year that he picked up a few days ago for being observant. And actually had the guts to say it to him. What's this boy's name again? Terada or something like that? Not that it matters.
"You can get lost now." Atobe picked up the discarded clothing on the floor and threw it on his now "ex"-lover's face. "And I won't be seeing you again."
As if on cue, the door opened. Oshitari walked in with Gakuto. "Tsk, doing it in the tennis club room? Oh please, Atobe, I thought you're better than that?" Oshitari said.
The boy quickly pulled up his trousers. With tears in his eyes, he dashed out of the tennis club room.
"You seemed to like boys a lot lately, huh?" Gakuto suddenly asked.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Atobe raised a slight brow.
"Well, don't get me wrong. I know you have a HUGE group of admirers who practically throw themselves at your feet." Gakuto grinned, "but didn't you always slept with both males & females? And I thought mostly women. . . However since we came back from our last match with Seigaku, you seemed to be only interested in guys."
"And not just any guys," Oshitari joined the conversation, "You seemed to prefer guys with glasses, has brown hair, and if my hearings is correct, you want your lover to be quiet & unemotional as well. . . ?"
"Geez~ I wonder who that is??" Gakuto threw his tennis partner a side glance and grinned, "It sounds familiar. . . if I can only pin point it down. . . "
"Well, you guys have fun speculating." Atobe shrugged as if the conversation just now meant nothing to him, "I'm going to shower and go home."
X X X
"Damn it!" Atobe cursed walking down the streets. Damn Gakuto & Oshitari for being so observant. Like what he, Atobe, the king of Hyotei did or had in mind was any of their business.
Yes, he had been having strange feelings ever since the last match with Seigaku. He couldn't get rid of the image of a certain someone. A certain someone who wore glasses, have chestnut brown hair, calm. . . always so calm and even expressionless when in pain. . . and almost beat him in tennis. No, would have beaten him in tennis if not given the circumstances. And beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.
"Oh my god, I must be loosing it. I can't believe I just think that. . . " Atobe murmured. He is Atobe, the god of Hyotei. He was admired for both his skills AND looks. The thought that there's another man equally strong in tennis AND good looking just didn't, and shouldn't exist. But he encountered this man that he thought didn't exist just a few weeks ago.
Atobe had been thinking about that match a lot. He had only realized that he was thinking about his opponent in a very different light when he demanded the 3rd lover he had picked up to dye the hair chestnut brown. Since when did he care about what his lover looks like? There were so many of them for him to choose. If he got bore with the way his current lover looks, his resolve was to take another lover that interested him. Then he realized why he tried to make all of his lovers changed. . . he had a picture of how a perfect lover should look in his mind. . . A man that's both graceful and elegant. A man that could match him soul against soul.
"Tezuka Kunitmitsu. . . "
X X X
Part 2:
"Yeah! The practice is over." Eiji bounced up and down. "Oishi, let's go let's go let's go!!"
"I'm coming, Eiji." Oishi packed his racket. "See you guys later." He was about to leave when he saw a person standing in front of their tennis court.
"Hey Eiji, I thought you are coming, why. . . ?" Eiji stopped in his track as well.
Noticing the strange behaviors of the golden pair, the rest of the Seigaku regular looked up and they saw the reason. A very big reason.
"Pssssss. . . " Kaido made a hissing sound.
"Atobe. . . What are you doing here?" Momoshiro asked, his voice laced with dislike. After all, this was the guy that caused them to have to practice without their captain lately.
"Nice slam dunk just now." Atobe commented with a lazy smile. "But you really should jump a bit higher. . . if you want me to show you what a perfect slam dunk looks like, I could, you know. . . "
Momoshiro rolled his eyes. Yeah, this guy is always so full of himself!
"I think we can practice on our own." Oishi interrupted, "What is your business here today?"
It was unusual for Oishi to speak this way. Such cold tone. It's almost . . . rude . . . for Oishi. But nobody blamed him since Oishi was Tezuka's friends since 1st year, and he was the one that accompanied Tezuka to the doctor's visits, and hell he knew how much care & effort it was to restore Tezuka's arm. . . and this guy just ruined all the efforts!
"Such manners. . . Is Tezuka here?" The smile was gone.
Slightly taken back by the question, Oishi paused for a second before answering with a question of his own, "Why are you looking for Tezuka?"
//That has nothing to do with you. I want to court him.// Those were the two answers that came in mind for Atobe, but he doubt Oishi would do well with either one of them, so he settled for, "I have some things that I wish to discuss with him, concerning the tennis club of course."
"Well, you can tell me since I'm the vice president." Oishi said.
"Nah, I would rather discuss with the president. . . "
Atobe's insistence to find Tezuka raised more suspicion. Almost like a mother bird protecting her offspring, Oishi crossed his arms and demanded, "No, you can speak with me. . . "
"What's the problem?" A deep voice asked from behind.
Atobe felt like his blood had just frozen. //Gosh, I'm Atobe. I don't get excited simply because I hear a voice. Get a grip!// Slowly turning around, he saw the object of his desire standing right in front of him.
"Tezuka. . . " Atobe felt that he must be grinning like an idiot but he couldn't help it. There, the image of perfect. . . From head to toe, beautiful. . .
"Yes, Atobe?" Tezuka asked in his usual stoic way, "What is it that you need to discuss with me?"
"A group of professional tennis players is coming to Hyotei to give instructions and training this Saturday. I would like to invite Seigaku's regulars to come over as well."
Tezuka thought for a moment. Hiring professionals to give instructions was a very expensive thing that Seigaku simply could not afford. It would be beneficial for Seigaku's regulars if they could receive some advice from professionals.
//Come on, come on, take the bait.//
"Why is Hyotei having the professionals come at this time?" Tezuka asked.
Atobe clearly heard the real question behind.
"You don't think we would just sit around and let you guys beat us again next year, do you?" Atobe answered, "and I thought it would be more fun to invite you guys to come and received an instruction session as well, just so that you know you'll be flatten next year."
"You're just trying to show off. . . " Eiji was cut off by Atobe before he could finish.
"Maybe I am, but it's still a good opportunity." Atobe looked straight at Tezuka, "It will be a good way to prepare Seigaku before the next match."
"Ok, we will be there." Tezuka finally made the decision.
"Great, see you guys at 9:00a.m." Atobe tried fruitlessly to stop his grinning. He was sure that his grin will bring out his handsome feature even more anyway. He gave a little wave and left.
If only he heard what Eiji and the others said behind his back. "It was rather scary the way that guy kept grinning!!"
Part 3:
It was 1p.m. on Saturday afternoon. Shouts and other noises could be heard from the tennis courts at Hyotei. Pairs of players had been working out good sweat the whole morning.
Atobe found the person he was looking for seating under a bench, looking at the training sessions that had been going on. He walked towards the figure and quietly sat down beside him.
Tezuka gave him a slight nod.
"Hey, don't I at least get a greeting?" Atobe joked. His smile was gone in an instance when he noticed Tezuka's right hand was clutching tightly around the left elbow.
The image of Tezuka kneeling on the ground, right hand clutching his left shoulder and his beautiful features contorting in pain suddenly appeared in Atobe's mind. HE was the reason behind it. He had caused the captain of Seigaku to sit here watching his teammates play instead of joining them.
"You must hate me." Atobe said in a very quiet voice.
If Tezuka was surprised at hearing that, his facial expression certainly show nothing of it. However, he did turn his face slightly towards Atobe.
"You hate me, right?" Atobe could not bring himself to look into those eyes. "I purposely hurt you. In the last match."
"It was a good match." Tezuka said after a long silence. "I don't hate you."
"I'm sorry." The words slipped his tongue before he knew it. He could tell this time that Tezuka's eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise. Atobe himself was even more surprised. He had done worse things before and felt no remorse. But he felt that he had to apologize to this individual here.
"Hn." That was Tezuka's response.
Though uncertain if that's Tezuka's way of accepting an apology, Atobe felt much better.
"Hey, do you have plans for tomorrow?" Atobe asked. Before Tezuka could even answer, he continued, "I have tickets to the worldwide championship that's currently holding in Tokyo, why don't we go together?"
"Wouldn't you want to go with a Hyotei regular?"
"Nah," Atobe shrugged, "How about it?" He tried to hide the eagerness but he didn't think he was doing a very good job under Tezuka's scrutiny.
"Thank you," Tezuka thought after a while, "but I have an exam coming up on Monday, so I think I would stay at home to study."
"But. . . "
"I think Eiji is calling for me. Excuse me, Atobe."
With that, Tezuka left Atobe along on the bench.
Atobe bowed his head. He was glad he is alone right now. He didn't think he could take anybody seeing him this way. He had never tried to ask anyone out and being turned down. (Not seriously anyway). He had practiced his lines for ages last night, and had gone through great deal of connections to get the tennis championships' tickets. Only to be rejected.
//Oh well, everything has its first.// Atobe looked at the tore tickets he threw on the ground. //I just had to try harder.// He got up and walked towards the tennis court.
Unknown to him, there was a small frame hiding behind the bushes, who had listened to every word of their conversations.
TBC.
Summary: Yaoi/Shonen ai. AtobexTezuka pairing. Atobe had his eyes set on a certain Seigaku's tennis club captain. However, his admires didn't approve. . . and decided to take matters into their own hand. . . Slight Tezuka torture.
// . . . // - For thoughts.
Part 1:
"You can go now." A cool voice said calmly looking down at the boy that's still panting slightly and totally naked by his feet.
"Senpai, Atobe Senpai," the 2nd year student glanced at Atobe with his large, brown eyes, "When can we do this again?"
"When I wanted to." The expression on Atobe's face clearly said that he was bored.
"But senpai," the boy started whining, a sound which made Atobe's face cringe, "senpai I want to see you again soon. . . "
"Be quiet!" Atobe couldn't help it but raised his voice slightly. "Don't talk so much, and don't open your eyes too wide, and. . . "
Before Atobe could finish however, the 2nd year student started crying.
"And for god's sake, don't cry!"
"Why??" Trying to stiffen his crying, the boy asked with trembled lips, "You had me changed the style of my glasses, dyed my hair chestnut brown, and now you want me to be quiet & unemotional, are you trying to make me into somebody else?"
Atobe was quiet for a second. Hm. . . Good question. Maybe. He had to give points for this 2nd year that he picked up a few days ago for being observant. And actually had the guts to say it to him. What's this boy's name again? Terada or something like that? Not that it matters.
"You can get lost now." Atobe picked up the discarded clothing on the floor and threw it on his now "ex"-lover's face. "And I won't be seeing you again."
As if on cue, the door opened. Oshitari walked in with Gakuto. "Tsk, doing it in the tennis club room? Oh please, Atobe, I thought you're better than that?" Oshitari said.
The boy quickly pulled up his trousers. With tears in his eyes, he dashed out of the tennis club room.
"You seemed to like boys a lot lately, huh?" Gakuto suddenly asked.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Atobe raised a slight brow.
"Well, don't get me wrong. I know you have a HUGE group of admirers who practically throw themselves at your feet." Gakuto grinned, "but didn't you always slept with both males & females? And I thought mostly women. . . However since we came back from our last match with Seigaku, you seemed to be only interested in guys."
"And not just any guys," Oshitari joined the conversation, "You seemed to prefer guys with glasses, has brown hair, and if my hearings is correct, you want your lover to be quiet & unemotional as well. . . ?"
"Geez~ I wonder who that is??" Gakuto threw his tennis partner a side glance and grinned, "It sounds familiar. . . if I can only pin point it down. . . "
"Well, you guys have fun speculating." Atobe shrugged as if the conversation just now meant nothing to him, "I'm going to shower and go home."
X X X
"Damn it!" Atobe cursed walking down the streets. Damn Gakuto & Oshitari for being so observant. Like what he, Atobe, the king of Hyotei did or had in mind was any of their business.
Yes, he had been having strange feelings ever since the last match with Seigaku. He couldn't get rid of the image of a certain someone. A certain someone who wore glasses, have chestnut brown hair, calm. . . always so calm and even expressionless when in pain. . . and almost beat him in tennis. No, would have beaten him in tennis if not given the circumstances. And beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.
"Oh my god, I must be loosing it. I can't believe I just think that. . . " Atobe murmured. He is Atobe, the god of Hyotei. He was admired for both his skills AND looks. The thought that there's another man equally strong in tennis AND good looking just didn't, and shouldn't exist. But he encountered this man that he thought didn't exist just a few weeks ago.
Atobe had been thinking about that match a lot. He had only realized that he was thinking about his opponent in a very different light when he demanded the 3rd lover he had picked up to dye the hair chestnut brown. Since when did he care about what his lover looks like? There were so many of them for him to choose. If he got bore with the way his current lover looks, his resolve was to take another lover that interested him. Then he realized why he tried to make all of his lovers changed. . . he had a picture of how a perfect lover should look in his mind. . . A man that's both graceful and elegant. A man that could match him soul against soul.
"Tezuka Kunitmitsu. . . "
X X X
Part 2:
"Yeah! The practice is over." Eiji bounced up and down. "Oishi, let's go let's go let's go!!"
"I'm coming, Eiji." Oishi packed his racket. "See you guys later." He was about to leave when he saw a person standing in front of their tennis court.
"Hey Eiji, I thought you are coming, why. . . ?" Eiji stopped in his track as well.
Noticing the strange behaviors of the golden pair, the rest of the Seigaku regular looked up and they saw the reason. A very big reason.
"Pssssss. . . " Kaido made a hissing sound.
"Atobe. . . What are you doing here?" Momoshiro asked, his voice laced with dislike. After all, this was the guy that caused them to have to practice without their captain lately.
"Nice slam dunk just now." Atobe commented with a lazy smile. "But you really should jump a bit higher. . . if you want me to show you what a perfect slam dunk looks like, I could, you know. . . "
Momoshiro rolled his eyes. Yeah, this guy is always so full of himself!
"I think we can practice on our own." Oishi interrupted, "What is your business here today?"
It was unusual for Oishi to speak this way. Such cold tone. It's almost . . . rude . . . for Oishi. But nobody blamed him since Oishi was Tezuka's friends since 1st year, and he was the one that accompanied Tezuka to the doctor's visits, and hell he knew how much care & effort it was to restore Tezuka's arm. . . and this guy just ruined all the efforts!
"Such manners. . . Is Tezuka here?" The smile was gone.
Slightly taken back by the question, Oishi paused for a second before answering with a question of his own, "Why are you looking for Tezuka?"
//That has nothing to do with you. I want to court him.// Those were the two answers that came in mind for Atobe, but he doubt Oishi would do well with either one of them, so he settled for, "I have some things that I wish to discuss with him, concerning the tennis club of course."
"Well, you can tell me since I'm the vice president." Oishi said.
"Nah, I would rather discuss with the president. . . "
Atobe's insistence to find Tezuka raised more suspicion. Almost like a mother bird protecting her offspring, Oishi crossed his arms and demanded, "No, you can speak with me. . . "
"What's the problem?" A deep voice asked from behind.
Atobe felt like his blood had just frozen. //Gosh, I'm Atobe. I don't get excited simply because I hear a voice. Get a grip!// Slowly turning around, he saw the object of his desire standing right in front of him.
"Tezuka. . . " Atobe felt that he must be grinning like an idiot but he couldn't help it. There, the image of perfect. . . From head to toe, beautiful. . .
"Yes, Atobe?" Tezuka asked in his usual stoic way, "What is it that you need to discuss with me?"
"A group of professional tennis players is coming to Hyotei to give instructions and training this Saturday. I would like to invite Seigaku's regulars to come over as well."
Tezuka thought for a moment. Hiring professionals to give instructions was a very expensive thing that Seigaku simply could not afford. It would be beneficial for Seigaku's regulars if they could receive some advice from professionals.
//Come on, come on, take the bait.//
"Why is Hyotei having the professionals come at this time?" Tezuka asked.
Atobe clearly heard the real question behind.
"You don't think we would just sit around and let you guys beat us again next year, do you?" Atobe answered, "and I thought it would be more fun to invite you guys to come and received an instruction session as well, just so that you know you'll be flatten next year."
"You're just trying to show off. . . " Eiji was cut off by Atobe before he could finish.
"Maybe I am, but it's still a good opportunity." Atobe looked straight at Tezuka, "It will be a good way to prepare Seigaku before the next match."
"Ok, we will be there." Tezuka finally made the decision.
"Great, see you guys at 9:00a.m." Atobe tried fruitlessly to stop his grinning. He was sure that his grin will bring out his handsome feature even more anyway. He gave a little wave and left.
If only he heard what Eiji and the others said behind his back. "It was rather scary the way that guy kept grinning!!"
Part 3:
It was 1p.m. on Saturday afternoon. Shouts and other noises could be heard from the tennis courts at Hyotei. Pairs of players had been working out good sweat the whole morning.
Atobe found the person he was looking for seating under a bench, looking at the training sessions that had been going on. He walked towards the figure and quietly sat down beside him.
Tezuka gave him a slight nod.
"Hey, don't I at least get a greeting?" Atobe joked. His smile was gone in an instance when he noticed Tezuka's right hand was clutching tightly around the left elbow.
The image of Tezuka kneeling on the ground, right hand clutching his left shoulder and his beautiful features contorting in pain suddenly appeared in Atobe's mind. HE was the reason behind it. He had caused the captain of Seigaku to sit here watching his teammates play instead of joining them.
"You must hate me." Atobe said in a very quiet voice.
If Tezuka was surprised at hearing that, his facial expression certainly show nothing of it. However, he did turn his face slightly towards Atobe.
"You hate me, right?" Atobe could not bring himself to look into those eyes. "I purposely hurt you. In the last match."
"It was a good match." Tezuka said after a long silence. "I don't hate you."
"I'm sorry." The words slipped his tongue before he knew it. He could tell this time that Tezuka's eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise. Atobe himself was even more surprised. He had done worse things before and felt no remorse. But he felt that he had to apologize to this individual here.
"Hn." That was Tezuka's response.
Though uncertain if that's Tezuka's way of accepting an apology, Atobe felt much better.
"Hey, do you have plans for tomorrow?" Atobe asked. Before Tezuka could even answer, he continued, "I have tickets to the worldwide championship that's currently holding in Tokyo, why don't we go together?"
"Wouldn't you want to go with a Hyotei regular?"
"Nah," Atobe shrugged, "How about it?" He tried to hide the eagerness but he didn't think he was doing a very good job under Tezuka's scrutiny.
"Thank you," Tezuka thought after a while, "but I have an exam coming up on Monday, so I think I would stay at home to study."
"But. . . "
"I think Eiji is calling for me. Excuse me, Atobe."
With that, Tezuka left Atobe along on the bench.
Atobe bowed his head. He was glad he is alone right now. He didn't think he could take anybody seeing him this way. He had never tried to ask anyone out and being turned down. (Not seriously anyway). He had practiced his lines for ages last night, and had gone through great deal of connections to get the tennis championships' tickets. Only to be rejected.
//Oh well, everything has its first.// Atobe looked at the tore tickets he threw on the ground. //I just had to try harder.// He got up and walked towards the tennis court.
Unknown to him, there was a small frame hiding behind the bushes, who had listened to every word of their conversations.
TBC.