Chapter 1

Have a Nice Life

A/N: I can't believe the sequel is starting! I am so excited! Firerose1300 helped to create the story title because my first title was hella wack. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. I don't wish to disappoint.

"Mr. Kunimitsu Sir, I have your mail."

The stern, stoic, lawyer beckoned the young intern closer without ever looking up from his laptop, "Bring it here."

The young girl scurried into the office and placed the mail on his desk before pulling slips of paper from her pocket. Brown eyes looked up at her when he realized she actually had something to say. She gulped nervously, "Mr. Ryoma Echizen called," she blushed at the name of the famous tennis player, "He wanted to thank you for his new racket."

"Hm. Very well, is that all?"

"Um, no. Your father called, he wants to know if you're coming home this holiday."

Tezuka grumbled, "Alright, thank you." He said gruffly.

When the door closed he sighed and slipped off his glasses, rubbing his tired eyes. He lent back in his chair and sifted through his mail. He grabbed the magazine from under the pile, it was Japanese, The Hoshi, and the duo on the front cover were more than familiar.

The guy had red hair and big, cat-like, eyes. There was a Santa hat on his head, a bell around his neck, and his only clothing were red pajama like pants, with white trim on the bottom. At his feet was a woman; she had shoulder length green/black hair and big gold eyes. She also had a Santa hat and bell, a red bra and short skirt with white trim covered her body.

He looked over the duo again before reading the bottom, "Kikumaru Eiji and Rayah Echizen pose as the Christmas Minx duo. Photo by Fuji and Yumi Syuuske."

Tezuka put the magazine away and flipped through the rest of his mail, junk and bills, case requests. But one envelope caught his attention. It was cream with gold letters in curly print, the lawyer grumbled at what it said, "From Keigo Atobe."

Tezuka put the envelope down and pondered whether he should open it. It could be annoying enough to give him a headache, but then again it could be important. But since when did Atobe send out something important? Tezuka decided to ignore it.

"Mr. Kunimitsu Sir?"

"What is it now?"

"Mr. Atobe is on line one."

'That idiot called?' Tezuka thought. He sighed and reached for the phone, "Alright." He pressed the line one button, "Hello?"

"Ore-sama knew you would ignore my written invitation so I was forced into drastic measures."

"What do you want?"

"My Kunimitsu, you're so cranky. It's the holidays, you know?"

"Yes I know. Now what do you want?"

"Ore-sama is having a Christmas party!" Tezuka could almost see the man dancing around with his fuzzy purple phone. "If you haven't noticed by now you're invited! Everyone will be there, it'll be fantastic!"

A Christmas party at the Atobe household? Tezuka looked out the window at the grey, bleak, American, winter weather, while it was hot and sunny back in Japan. He could see his family, and his classmates, and maybe even…

"Kunimitsu? Kunimitsu did you hang up on Ore-sama again?"

Tezuka hung up the phone and stood to grab his things, "Christine!"

The young secretary ran into the office, "Yes sir?'

"I need a plane ticket to Tokyo."

"For when sir?"

"Now."

"Kiku-kun!"

The redheaded man bounced into the dressing room and latched onto the woman. "Yes Ray-kun?"

"Why aren't you dressed?" she asked, scratching his head gently.

"Because I feel free!" he said as he ran around the dressing room in his underwear.

Another man entered the room; he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, used to the supermodel's antics. Running around the set and his dressing room in his underwear was an everyday thing.

"Oishi, I feel so sorry for you."

He smiled sweetly at the woman, "I feel sorry for me too. You ready to go?"

She sat in front of her vanity mirror, "I think so."

Kikumaru bounced up behind her and Oishi approached him with pants, "You look fine Ray-kun. You know he's not shallow towards you."

"He worships the runway you strut on." Fuji added, smirking lightly.

Rayah smirked at the smiling sadist as he entered the room, "I know. But I can't help it."

Kikumaru balled himself into the fetal position on the small couch in the room as he failed to escape from Oishi, "No! Oishi!" he whined.

"Come on Eiji, let me dress you."

The redhead pouted and put his arms around the other man, "Can't I go home like this? You're going to take it all off anyway."

Rayah started to laugh and stood, grabbing her bag, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

Yumi sighed as she entered the room, "Eiji talking obliviously about sex again?"

"Yup."

"Ray-kun wait!"

The woman hooked arms with Kikumaru as Oishi trailed behind, his trusty PDA in hand and a blush across his cheeks, "Both of you have nothing scheduled for tomorrow, so we can use that time to shop for you're outfits for the Christmas party."

Rayah nodded and sighed, "Right that. Did you manage to get your hands on the guest list?"

"Yes."

She smiled and slipped on her sunglasses, as did Kikumaru, "Perfect."

Five Years Ago:

"What's going on?"

Tezuka stood from the bench in the student square. Looking down at his girlfriend of almost three years, "I'm leaving."

She folded her arms and sighed, "Good, maybe you can stop fowling my air." She said sarcastically.

"The air here is already fowl."

She bit her lip and looked up at the sky to clam down. "Why are you doing this?" her voice had changed from angry to completely sad, almost broken, her eyes watered with tears.

Tezuka had almost forgotten that she was nowhere near as guarded as she used to be, and cried a little more easily, "I'm transferring to Harvard. This place isn't doing anything for me."

"A degree is a degree Kunimitsu! It doesn't matter where you get it from!" she wiped her eyes, "I feel like you're leaving because you're tired of me."

The young man stayed quiet and Rayah smirked, "That's what it is, isn't it?" she chuckled. "I knew it. I don't know what your afraid of, but feel free to run. I'm staying right here."

Tezuka grabbed her arm as she turned away. He knew she would get over him, he was absolutely sure she would, he wasn't sure if he was ready for that, "Rayah…"

"What? Are you going to tell me you still love me?" she asked, raising a brow.

"Yes."

"And I love you too. I always will, but I'm not putting my life on hold because you want to pick and choose and take a break from me."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too Kunimitsu. But thanks, thanks for everything." She put her hands in her pockets as she walked away and waved to him, "Have a nice life."

"Mr. Atobe sir?"

"Yes?" he sing-songed.

"Miss Echizen is here."

The man smiled brightly and stood form his seat, grabbing his coat and flipping his hair as he left the office, "Ore-sama is leaving for the evening!"

All of the females in the office blushed as he walked past, smiling dazedly and floating off to do their tasks. They loved him and they would stoop to any level to please him. But Atobe had his eyes on one woman, he had fought for her and he wasn't letting go anytime soon.

"Jeez Kei, can we go? You know it would be bad if someone saw me."

He grabbed Rayah's hand and kissed it gently before kissing her on the lips, making her face grow pink, "Anything for Ore-sama's princess."