disclaimer~I don't own Prince of Tennis.

AN: Boredom. Pure boredom. TezukaxAtobe eventually, and if you like serious fics, click browser back option now. xD

'Complete this trivia to become a lucky winner!' The phrase was written in the back of every can of ponta available on the shelf during that week. Tezuka stared in disbelief.

Tezuka wanted to know if something was wrong with himself. Everywhere he went he was endlessly reminded of the narcissistic captain of the Hyoutei tennis club. Last week was the worst. He watched volleyball that was on TV before the news came on and the way the spiked ball fell on everyone's wrist reminded him of Hametsu E no Rondo, when a classmate placed a hand over his face due to a headache the Insight, and when tango music started to play in the back of the car on a certain radio station it was too much.

And now, the can of soda his pillar of support practically worshiped had Atobe's name written on it. Most likely only Tezuka noticed this coincidence.

"…viA TO BEco-…" He read it over and over making sure he wasn't just seeing it. It was there, plain as day, spread across the cold can Echizen made him hold while he was having a practice match.

Fuji looked over Tezuka's shoulder catching on quickly to what his buchou was emphasizing. "Why don't you just go and meet up with him?"

"What?" he almost dropped the can. Fuji only smiled at him knowingly, but if that was a smile or his usual face, Tezuka couldn't tell. Then to Tezuka's confused face, Fuji gave a, you shouldn't be talking because you don't have much of an expression either face. Then the taller pushed up his glasses with a well I'm sorry about that frown. Fuji then smiled again which said it's okay, oh there's Taka-san. I'll greet him, talk to you later Tezuka, and left.

Inui panicked. "Th-that's not in my data…" Not that anyone really cared. If Tezuka played doubles with Fuji, that would confuse people, but they won't. It was as likely as Mizuki becoming manly.

The stoic looking male wasn't so stoic inside now. Although his outward appearance didn't even do much as hint the fact that he was thinking of something besides tennis deeply, there were two mini me's battling whether to call Atobe up or not. Yes, outside he seemed to be staring at the practice match with undying concentration with ponta freezing one hand and his other in his pocket. Inside Kuni battled with Mitsu if his emotions should distract him from the most important thing in the world next to his life, tennis.

"You have responsibilities as the captain to maintain a good image to the tennis club and concentrate on improving your style of tennis. Not to mention watch Echizen's growth to become the pillar of support for Seigaku," Kuni reasoned, waving his tiny arms in the little space available.

Mitsu who's eyes could not be seen because of the glare in his glasses pushed Kuni to the side being squished in the space in the mind. The mind capacity was almost filled with 2/5 tennis 2/5 Atobe Keigo and 1/15 mountain climbing and fishing. They only had a limited space to converse. "But don't you see that? If he met with Atobe then maybe he would stop thinking about him so much. He needs to understand why Atobe is taking up space in his mind. It would be wise if we went to see him without letting our guards down."

Kuni contemplated the reasoning, but before he could make up his mind, thoughts about the silver haired one grew. "Okay. But, yudan sezuni ikou."

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"What? I am not a bamboo shoot," Taki frowned chewing on a pocky stick. The club members were hanging in the locker room after practice, half dripping from sweat and the other half using that sweat to create shimmering light around themselves.

"-And you're blue cheese, bread mold...yeast," Hiyoshi started to point to people assigning them names himself not using his sweat as anything other then that, a sweat. Lastly, "Tree." He was talking about Atobe who was shimmering with something besides his sweat as well because he was just that skilled.

Oshitari raised an eyebrow at his underclassman, wondering why the heck he was called blue cheese. "What's this about Hiyoshi? I'm not seeing it at all…" curiosity won over his urge to get scold the other.

"Well, I've been called mushroom so many times now, if I'm going to gekokujou, even as a mushroom I aim for higher," he growled. It didn't matter to him what his nickname was as long as he could pretend the others were still objects of his gekokujouing. He lived for that ever since he was three years old and started martial arts.

"Still, blue cheese? Why can't I be a pretty flower?" Oshitari mumbled under his breath returning to his romance novel he was reading. Taki wanted to say something about that, but he decided to keep his mouth shut to not complicate the matter.

Just on cue as things in the locker room fell into an awkward silence at Oshitari's phrase, a cell phone rang. Gakuto hopped over to his buchou's bag nudging it towards the owner. "Oi Atobe, your phone's ringing." He informed.

"Ahn?" The silver-haired one majestically glided over with his tie slung over one shoulder and his shirt still half open. He could have made any fan girl faint at the sight of him now, but they were in the locker room there were only stalkers outside and in the bushes waiting for them to come out with an occasional male data tennis player at times. Atobe swiftly opened his bag and shuffled through its contents searching for the cause of the noise. He pulled out three cell phones by their straps and compared them. Looking confused, he placed one near his dignified face. "I wonder which one it is…"

Shishido raised an eyebrow at the sight of that, not trying to wonder why he had so many cell phones because it was just useless thinking about it. 'Just take it in,' he said to himself. 'Just take it in…'

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"Ahn, Tezuka? What do you want?"

Tezuka held his cell phone to his ear with shaky hands, still looking expressionless as ever and letting only his body show just how nervous he really was. He remained silent at a loss for words. As Atobe's angry questioning started, Fuji giggled silently behind him and Tezuka did not appreciate that. "What? You randomly call me and have nothing to say? You can't just waste ore-sama's time like that. Say something!"

"Atobe," surprisingly his voice was saved from becoming high pitched or shaky. He gripped his phone tighter. "Let's meet at the park near the station at 7." And he hung up slinking into a nearby chair like he used up all his remaining energy just to talk.

On the other end, the king of Hyoutei was confused and angry. He didn't like it when others hung up on him first, and what Tezuka said didn't even make sense. Why was he supposed to go and meet him? What if he had plans? He wasn't always available, although he was that day, but still. Did Tezuka ever bother to think about his response? And that one park at 7? Did Tezuka know that was the time when couples hung out there? He also slunk into his sofa, looking frustrated and so very confused.

AN: Thanks for reading. Yup it'll be continued soon!