Notes: I love this pairing so much, though it makes not the slightest bit of sense.

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Satisfaction

Chapter 1

By Miki

There was a certain satisfaction that came from being Atobe Keigo.

It was something of an intrinsic feeling, in that the feeling in itself meant little to him – considering the fact that he'd been Atobe Keigo ever since the moment he was born – however, there was the satisfaction that came from knowing – and showing – his clear superiority to those around him.

Of course, Atobe reflected, this was why he was feeling somewhat displeased with the situation in which he currently found himself.

Seigaku's Fuji Syuusuke was smiling at him.

And that was exactly the problem.

"Hello Atobe."

"Fuji," Atobe returned, hoping to walk straight past the boy.

He hadn't anticipated bumping into anyone he knew here. It wasn't that it was a problem of appearances (he'd just had his manicure done and his hair freshly cut and ore-sama was always aesthetically pleasing to the eye of the mere commoner), it was more that he hadn't exactly wanted to start his day with Fuji Syuusuke of all people.

"Kabaji, we don't want to eat here with such commoners, do we?" Atobe said, sniffing disdainfully as he turned on his heel.

You'd have been mistaken to think that an entire café would be big enough for Fuji, Atobe and his ego.

Kabaji merely nodded and turned to follow Atobe from the café, when Fuji spoke.

"Saa, Atobe. You're not letting me spoil your meal, are you? Perhaps you could have it take-away in a box? I'm sure the plastic would suit the décor of your mansion."

Atobe pursed his lips and turned around. "Kabaji."

"Usu."

"The usual."

"Usu," Kabaji replied and positioned himself at Atobe's right as the boy sat up on a barstool next to Fuji, who kept on smiling.

Kabaji ordered two plates of strawberry waffles and two lattes, and took his own seat as Atobe placed his arms on the counter in front of himself and linked his fingers together.

"All by yourself, Fuji?" he questioned smugly, considering his options.

Bumping into Fuji wasn't part of his schedule for the day, though if he played his cards well, he could have a bit of fun before he returned home to have a dip in the pool before lunch. Though with Fuji, he mused, you never quite knew what he was thinking.

Fuji was slow in responding, and Atobe fancied he saw a hint of amusement on his face.

"Not at all, Atobe," he finally said, voice calm and low in the noisy café. "You didn't notice my date?"

Atobe tried not to look as though he actually cared one bit about Fuji Syuusuke's date as he tried to subtly peer past him. The bar stools were in a straight line, so it took a little more craning of the neck than he'd have liked. He made a note to himself to get a quick massage in before hitting the pool, and then blinked a little as he recognised the boy who was with Fuji.

"You remember my brother, Yuuta, right?" Fuji continued, turning to his brother for a moment. "Yuuta, you remember Atobe, don't you? Premature greys and all?"

Atobe frowned. There Fuji was doing it again. He snorted. "What are you talking about? This is my natural hair colour, and much less common than yours, I might add."

Fuji smiled. "Of course it's natural. Everyone knows greying past the age of 50 is completely normal."

Atobe screwed up his face in an attempt to hold his tongue.

When you hadn't anything witty to say, it was better to hold your tongue against Fuji after all.

They fell into an un-amicable silence for a few moments, and then when Fuji spoke again, it wasn't to Atobe but to his brother, or his 'date' as he put it.

Atobe – who wasn't eavesdropping at all because he cared nothing for Fuji's conversations – didn't hear a response, and couldn't help but subtly glance Fuji's way for a moment.

Fuji's brother had his nose stuck in a book, and was apparently trying to ignore his brother since he was covering up his eyes with a hand and not doing anything much in the way of reading. "Aniki," he groaned as Atobe watched. "I already said no!"

"Yuuta, I've been looking forward to this," Fuji cajoled, placing one hand on Yuuta's shoulder and rubbing. "Wouldn't you like to? You always liked doing it with me when you were little…"

Yuuta grimaced and banged his book down on the counter, staring pointedly at his brother. "I said, not today, Aniki. I'm meeting Mizuki today, and I don't have time."

The smile disappeared from Fuji's face for a moment as he took in Yuuta's words.

"And what exactly are you doing with Mizuki, Yuuta?"

Then, before his brother could even answer, he frowned. "I'll come to supervise."

Yuuta's mouth dropped open. "You what? Aniki! You can't!" he protested fruitlessly.

"Don't worry, Yuuta. I won't do anything terrible…" Fuuji smiled. "I'll just make sure he doesn't touch a hair on your head, or I'll find a way to dispose of him."

"Dispose?" Yuuta repeated weakly.

"Well, it wouldn't do to have Mizuki thinking he can actually repeat this sort of thing with you," Fuji mused, opening his eyes to look Yuuta straight in the eyes. "You're only allowed to date me, Yuuta. You wouldn't cheat on me with Mizuki, would you?"

Yuuta's cheeks turned a bright pink as he gripped his book tightly in one hand. "Baka, Aniki!"

To which Fuji only continued to smile.

Atobe looked away, frowning.

He'd met Yuuta before. Of course he hadn't taken any notice of him, but to say that he was rather bothered by the relationship he seemed to have with Fuji would be an understatement.

The thought persisted in his head until at last; he gave up eating his waffles and led the way out of the café as Kabaji took care of the account.

(S)

"Atobe."

…

"Atobe," Shishido repeated, stopping short of glaring at his captain.

Atobe frowned. "What?"

"Er… Jirou won 6-4," Shishido informed him, watching Atobe's eyes dart towards the court.

"Mm," Atobe answered, getting up from his chair and putting aside his almost untouched-drink.

One of his butlers placed his jacket on his shoulders, and Atobe disappeared back inside a moment later, having no need to watch the remainder of the afternoon practise apparently.

Choutarou and Shishido watched his retreating back for a moment, then gave each other shrugs and turned back to watching the other practise games going on.

(S)

It bothered Atobe.

Fuji never paid him any attention.

Yet that nothing-special brother of his was treated as though he were the centre of Fuji's every thought. Fuji doted on him to the point that Atobe considered it vile and offensive that Fuji clearly had bad taste.

Atobe personally couldn't understand relations between siblings terribly well. He himself had no siblings – obviously after seeing his own brilliance, how could his parents ever have considered producing another, inferior child?

But he passed off sibling affection as being yet another time-waster in life. There were people for whom investment was rewarded, and there were others who weren't worth giving the time of day.

As far as he was concerned, Fuji Yuuta fell into the latter category.

(S)

However, two days later, when Atobe was still feeling bothered about Fuji, he decided to pay him a visit.

Fuji would make time for him; Atobe would ensure. Besides, there was no one else more important than ore-sama, and Atobe was determined to prove it.

.tbc.