Sorry, this is so short, a few of them are longer some are also shorter though. It's really hard with so many people watching it and trying to find a way to work them all in while keeping them in character. This one is a little different. Such as I'm going to try to be a bit more descriptive a parts when they're dancing or moving, not too much though, I'm bad at description like that. And when someone is speaking—for example—Fuji it will appear like this: Fuji instead of Fuji like it had been so it stands out more. Thank you! And please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own it, nya!

"This font is for the concert."

"This font is for the real world."

Read and Review please, nya!

Chapter One- The Third's Beginning

Yet again, another two weeks later found it raining. But this time, they were not stuck in the Fuji household.

No, this time, they were stuck in the Atobe Mansion.

You heard that right; Atobe's place.

Seigaku had been invited by the buchou of Hyoutei to the Atobe Mansion for a small training camp, but since it was raining, that meant no tennis could be played. And sadly, the indoor tennis courts were under renovations and also couldn't be played in. So they were stuck in one of the many large rooms in the mansion.

Tezuka rubbed the bridge of his nose. Things were so hectic and he was having a bad headache.

Momoshiro and Kaidoh were once again in the middle of a meaningless fight, same as Mukahi and Kikumaru with their "insultfest", Echizen was just staring at Momoshiro, Oishi was torn between stopping his partner's or the two second years' fight, Taka was just sitting their awkwardly, Fuji was having a staring match with Oshitari-san, and Inui was going around the room gathering data.

Hyoutei was doing many things amongst themselves.

And he didn't really care.

"Gomen, Tezuka," Atobe stated carelessly as Akutagawa snored on next to him. "Ore-sama was not expecting it to rain."

He gave a tight smile. "It's fine, I just have a small headache."

Atobe looked at him, amused. "Really? Ore-sama is quite content actually."

The younger teen wanted to snort. Atobe said this as if he didn't hear all the arguments around them.

Inui appeared behind him. "Tezuka, there is an 87% chance that we will get another Dream Live within a few minutes."

Atobe looked at them curiously.

"What makes you say that Inui?"

He smiled. "It's raining and we're stuck in a… mansion this time. And going by it, the next match would be against Hyoutei and we're trapped with them."

The silver haired boy across from them rose a hand. "Ore-sama demands that you tell me what this is about."

"Well—" Inui started to say but before he could finish something fell to the table with a large smack, silencing everyone and even getting Jiroh to wake up… or at least as a wake as he could be since he didn't know if it was anything exciting.

Atobe snapped his fingers and Kabaji picked it up and held it in front of his friend.

"Dream Live 3rd… what is this? Ore-sama commands you tell us."

"So… it's a concert about us?" Gakuto asked flopping down next to Yuushi on one of the many couches.

Eiji grinned. "No, it's about us, Seigaku, it just so happens that you are in this one."

Gakuto sneered. "Who would want to make a concert about you?"

Yuushi placed a calming hand on his former partner's knee. "Gakuto, calm down, just think about how from another world we're an anime, one of those mangas, concerts, and musicals and who knows what else."

The maroon haired boy calmed down considerably.

Choutarou grinned. "That does sound pretty cool. Don't you think so, Shishido-san?"

Shishido looked up at him. "Well, at least it doesn't seem lame."

Jiroh's eyes were sparkling. "Ne, ne, Atobe!" he grabbed onto the other boy in excitement. "We're a concert! We're a manga! We're an anime! Sugoi! Sugoi! This is so cool! Can we watch? Please! Can we watch it?!"

Seigaku just watched this exchange. It was so odd to think of Atobe letting anyone hang off of himself. But even Fuji could understand, Jiroh was very sweet and grew on you easily. And he was saying this about the guy who beat Yuuta in fifteen minutes!

Hiyoshi said nothing and decided to watch. He wasn't about to admit that he also found this… "Dream Live" curious.

"Ore-sama says that we shall watch it."

"Yay!"

They started the Live.

Music began as the logo of "Prince of Tennis" (a racket in front of a yellow circle) appeared on the screen. Next, a flaming orange tennis ball in front of a light blue circle with white stars and the words "Dream Live 3rd" showed on the screen.

The music speeded up.

On the stage, smoke erupted on either side of someone; Echizen Ryoma. He rose his hands and below him two people came running onto the stage.

Those two people were Tezuka Kunimitsu and Atobe Keigo.

They stood at the front of the stage.

"Ore-sama—the real one—is so much better looking then this fellow." Atobe stated with a scoff. This person had better do him justice.

"Atobe," Oshitari started, "You think you're better looking then anybody Atobe."

He sniffed. "Well it's true. Eh, Kabaji?"

"…Usu…"

His eyes narrowed. "You hesitated."

Jiroh leaned against him. "I think the real you is better looking Atobe."

Pink appeared on his cheeks. "… Arigato Jiroh…"

"Saa," Fuji snuggled up against Tezuka to the surprise of the Hyoutei students. "I still think my Kunimitsu is better looking then all of you put together." He nodded matter-of-factly.

"Since when are you two dating? Tezuka, you didn't tell me." Atobe stated, appalled by this.

Tezuka pursed his lips slightly. "Hadn't known I needed to."

They ran off of the stage on the opposite sides that they had come in and Inui and Oshitari ran on.

Inui pushed up his glasses and Oshitari stood tall before they too ran off opposite ways they had come on.

"Yuushi, you look good. He actually looks like you somewhat." Gakuto stated, rising to his knees on the couch.

"Thanks, Gakuto," he nearly purred.

Eiji stuck a finger down his throat as he looked at Fuji who giggled.

Kaidoh and Gakuto ran onto the stage and stopped before running opposite ways also.

"You also look brilliant Gakuto." Oshitari said, lowering his face so that his was almost touching his former partner's.

Everyone looked away minus Inui who was scribbling in his notebook rapidly and Fuji. Eiji was almost barfing.

"Why does the Mamushi come before me?!"

"Do you want to fight you bastard?!"

"Guys, can you please stop for five minutes?!" Oishi exclaimed, hands on his hips, looking like the mother-hen he was.

Shishido and Choutarou ran onto the stage and walked up to the front, they looked at each other before walking off.

Hiyoshi smirked. "Figures Shishido-san and Choutarou would come on together."

Jiroh grinned. "He's right! You two are inseparable."

The two double's partners blushed at what that entailed.

Oishi and Eiji ran on together also and did a small dance move.

At the same time Fuji and Kabaji ran on.

Fuji's eyes opened slightly. "Also figures Oishi and Eiji would come on together."

It was their turn to blush.

"What is it with double's partners?" Atobe glanced at the Golden, Silver, Emerald, and former Dirty pairs.

"They must trust in each other." Tezuka answered one of his many rivals.

They ran off and Taka and Jiroh ran on. When they ran off, Hiyoshi and Momo ran on, Momo punching the air and Hiyoshi standing there, staring at the audience.

They ran off.

"Momo-sempai, you look good." Echizen tugged on his cap and blushed as his best friend looked at him.

The Freshmen Trio (yes, Kachiro was back) ran onto the stage. Kachiro and Katsuo spread their arms and switched to either side of Horio before they all ran off, showing that Nanjiroh had come up behind them.

"Baka oyaji," Echizen mumbled. Luckily this time, nobody heard him.

Nanjiroh pointed with either had at the crowd before pointing up with his right hand and running off of the stage.

Seigaku then came running back on.

They spun in a circle and walked forward. They then pointed up at the ceiling of the hall and to the audience. The regulars walked backwards as Hyoutei appeared on the upper level of the stage.

Hyoutei pointed to the audience and they just radiated an "I'm better then you" feel.

At once, they jumped up, punching the air with their left fist. Then doing the same again but with their right. Then raising both hands and clapping.

The moved their bodies back and forth then spun counter clockwise and ran up to the front of the stage.

Tezuka: Welcome!

The audience chaired with a mighty roar.

"Hm, just what to be expected," Atobe stated. "They like us."

Hyoutei walked halfway down the steps from the upper level. They turned their backs to both Seigaku and the audience (Seigaku did the same) before they all turned and rose their arms in the air.

"This might be interesting, neh Kabaji?"

"Usu,"