AN: So here is another Prince of Tennis fanfiction, but this time with Atobe and Hyotei. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis but I do own my OC Kimiko and creative ideas that make up this story.

Love Me, My King?

Chapter One

The Party

My question to the reader is what do you think of when you hear the name Keigo Atobe? Most likely rich, tennis player, captain, handsome, and quite flashy? Well for me it's a completely different thing, I think of the bigheaded prick that torments me day in and day out with his flashy attitude and his bigheadedness plus his insults, but frankly he's the love of my life. I know what you're thinking. No, I'm not an over obsessive fan girl. Actually I'm his childhood friend, neighbor, and as he tells me his entertainment. Let me explain that last statement. Keigo decided upon entering Hyotei Academy that he would turn my school life into a living hell by turning practically the whole school against me. He finds it rather entertaining, or so I'm told.

Keigo and I have known each other from birth. Not surprising since our fathers were best friends throughout their entire school career, plus the little fact of being business partners in this big time firm, well his father runs one company and my father runs a sister company that supports each other. So you can say I know Keigo quite well. If I wanted to I could spread around his most embarrassing moments, but I care about him too much to do that. Oh and trust me there has been many times that I wanted to. Believe me on that one!

Anyway, I'm probably getting way ahead of myself here. I am Kimiko Huriyuki, newly promoted girls' tennis club captain and number one outcast of Hyotei Academy. Awesome introduction, huh? No, not really right? I probably would have had a better one if Keigo was nicer to me T.T anyway back to my story.

Today was Keigo's big party for I don't even know what they were celebrating this time, but I was invited by his father. I doubt that Keigo even knows I'm going to be there, like he would care anyway. I'm actually in the middle of deciding what I'm going to wear and all the other stuff that comes after it.

"Young miss, you should wear the new dress your father brought all the way from America," one of the maids suggested.

I pondered that thought for a moment, "It would make him feel better if I did, plus it's formal but not over the top formal. Hmm, I suppose that would work."

She smiled and fetched the black and red gown for me. My father informed me that it was an evening gown and it was beautiful, I had to emit that. The straps are about two inches thick with accents trimming the change from the red to the black that transitioned at an angle meeting at the bottom of the 'V' neckline and going up at a 45 degree angle. The black silk material flowed down towards the bottom of the dress where it ended strangely. The dress had this layered look with a red under material that is revealed when the top layer had this separation where it looked like the material had been split and the right came up at a steady curve and met at the back of the dress. The bottom of the first layer was trimmed in a deep crimson red with accents along the top hem. It flowed nicely that is true and I like the color combination. For once my father made a good pick, I'm super happy it's not pink that's for sure.

The maids that were helping me applauded when I came out from behind the changing board with the dress on. It fit to my curves surprisingly.

"You look beautiful, young miss," one stated smiling at me.

I looked down at myself and back at the mirror that stood in front of me, "You really think so?"

"Yes, absolutely beautiful," the other agreed.

I smiled at the two relieved that I didn't look completely stupid in the dress.

I turned to them, "Alright girls, now on to the next troubling task shoes that actually match."

They both looked at each other and I could see the mental messages going back and forth before they both rushed to my closet and snatched up a pair of high heels.

"Here, these will match perfectly. The black with the small gems complement the accents of the dress. The style of three straps crossing the foot is an elegant look and completely comfortable," one explained.

I was dumb founded they put so much thought into it in like five seconds.

"They won't fall off your feet easily with the way the back is designed to match the curve of the heel," the other stated.

"Alright, if you two think so. Thank you; you know how I am with all this fancy stuff matching and all. I'd be hopeless without your help," I stated giving the two smiles.

"We know," they answered in unison.

I giggle at them. I swear they're twins.

"Now, young miss, what shall we do with your hair?" one asked.

"Good question," I answered honestly, "I have no idea."

"Let's keep it down for once since you always wear your hair up it would be a nice change," the other suggested.

The one on the right shook her head in agreement. So that's exactly what I did, I left the waist length black almost dark blue hair down for once and within ten minutes more I was completely ready to face Keigo for the first time since the end of last school year.

~STS~

"There you are," Mr. Atobe called upon my father's and my arrival.

"Yes, we're a few minutes late. I apologize for that," my father stated shaking Mr. Atobe's hand.

Mr. Atobe returned the gesture, "All is forgiven. I can see why you'd be a little late. Our little Kimiko was getting fancied up."

Mr. Atobe sent me a wink. I smiled in return not really knowing what to give as a response.

"How have you been, Kimiko, it's been awhile since I last saw you?" he questioned.

"Fine, thank you for asking," I stated politely.

"Still so polite even after all of the years you've known me?" He shook his head at me.

My father smiled as he responded, "She does that a lot."

Mr. Atobe sighed. "Keigo is in the main hall you should go find him."

I knew that was the sign that the two males needed to talk business. I bowed politely and walked away from the two.

I headed to the main hall, yes, but I wasn't about to go find Keigo just yet. I really didn't want to see him before the school year started, but I swear that fate and luck hate me. Not even a second after I stepped into the main hall did I run straight into Keigo. The contact of his muscular figure made me stumble slightly on the spiked heels I am currently wearing.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" he barked as he wiped the spilt punch off his top.

"Gomen," I replied looking down at the floor.

I knew that I was going to get it for this, I just knew it.

"Kimiko, is that you?" he asked, the doubt rolled off his words.

I made myself look up at the male confirming his suspicions. I found his dumbfounded look adorable, but didn't let it affect my expression.

"You look….different," he stated trying to look for the right word.

I raise one of my eyebrows at him. "Is that good or bad?"

How was I supposed to know what that meant?

"Good," he replied still looking me up and down.

I guess he was just trying to take in all the difference that supposedly happened over the summer.

"Er, thanks, I think," I replied, kind of nervous from the way he continued to stare at me.

"Atobe, who's that you're talking to? I don't recognize her," the normally always sleeping tennis player asked popping up next to Keigo.

"This is Kimiko, Jirou," Keigo answered.

"No way, she looks so different," the redhead acrobat stated coming up along with the rest of the regulars of Hyotei Boys' tennis team.

"I don't think I changed that much over the summer," I stated starting to feel really uncomfortable under the stares of the eight regulars.

"Yes you did," Yuushi replied, "and it's a very good change."

I saw Atobe glare out the corner of his eye. Now that was abnormal of him to do. Yuushi smirked. He took a step closer grabbing my hand.

He asked, "Would you care for a dance?"

Atobe glared harder at Yuushi. This made me very intrigued at the reasons behind the glare. I smiled thinking this would be interesting.

"I'd be delighted to," I answered.

Yuushi and I stepped onto the dance floor just as a new song began to play. He slipped his arm around my waist and held my hand up with the other. I placed my hand on his bicep gently.

"How have you been, Kimiko," he question.

"Just fine, you?" I decided it would be more interesting to keep the conversation up.

Maybe he would shed some light on the way Keigo was acting. I caught sight of Keigo and his deadly glare directed at Yuushi. I'm certain that he was thinking of different ways to kill Yuushi with that glare.

"Very well thank you. You know I wanted to dance with you to see if Atobe finally came to his senses," Yuushi explained.

"Care to shed some more light on that one?" I questioned.

He smirked, probably sensing my curiosity and wanting to be sadistic like normal, "You'll understand shortly."

I sighed; he loved playing these mind games with me. I'm sure it was his favorite pass time. Of all the years I had known him, he's always been this way with me; it's in vain to hope he'll be more direct about telling me things.

I continued to watch Keigo from the corner of my eye. I giggled a little at his expression. Keigo never acted this way over me, it's puzzling but at the same time amusing.

"What are you giggling about?" Yuushi asked, his curiosity kicking in.

"Keigo's facial expression," I replied nonchalantly.

Yuushi turned his head slightly and caught sight of Keigo too, he chuckled along with me. I believe Keigo saw that and his glare intensified. I felt the heat just wanting to burn a whole right through Yuushi.

"I think we should stop before Keigo does something bad," I stated pulling away from the hold.

Yuushi smiled, "I believe that you are right."

Yuushi walked me back over to Keigo who was glaring so intensely at Yuushi he didn't really notice me. I waved my hand in front of his face hoping to break his glare. Nothing, of course.

"Keigo," I barked snapping my fingers in front of his face.

That woke him up. He looked down at me with a baffled look as if he couldn't understand how I got there.

"What?" I asked confused by his look.

He said nothing; instead he grabbed my hand and practically dragged me to the middle of the dance floor. I didn't like that. All, and I do mean ALL, of Keigo's fangirls could see us. I was already tormented by them since I knew Keigo since birth; I didn't want to give them even more amino to light the fire.

Keigo slipped his arm tightly around my waist pulling me closer than any other dancing hold I'd been in. he gracefully slipped my right hand in his left. I shouldn't be surprised by this considering it is Keigo, the King of Hyotei. He effortlessly guided me through the song.

"Keigo, why?" I questioned.

"Because, I didn't want you dancing with Yuushi," he stated.

I smiled, "You've never been that possessive of me before, Keigo, what changed?"

He paused a moment before answering, "Because, I felt like it."

"That's a childish answer, Keigo," I responded.

He paused for another moment, the song was almost to a closing and he refused to answer me. I sighed, I knew he was stubborn I should have expected this. The song ended and I pulled away from.

I bowed slightly and politely said, "Thank you for the dance Keigo."

I turned and walked away not bothering to look over my shoulder when he called my name. I had to be strong and keep my front up; I couldn't let myself break down, not in front of him. I wouldn't let him know that he got my hopes for one moment and then crushed them all over again.

I walked past the rest of the regulars quickly trying to escape to solitude where I could wallow in my own misery. Like I said before, fate hates me and just loves to see how much it can make my life a living hell. Someone grabbed my hand not letting me escape. I stayed turned away from them not allowing anyone to see the hurt that consumed my facial features and the tears threatening to fall from my icy blue orbs.

"Kimiko, what's wrong?" Yuushi's deep voice echoed to my ears.

I didn't want him to see me like this; I know how he gets with this subject. He's been my friend for years; he treats me almost like a little sister. The way he picks on me, though with a little twist with his sadistic ways, and the way he is protective of me. I didn't want him to hurt Keigo because of my own damn hopes.

"Nothing, let go of me." My tone barren of any emotion not allowing to hint at anything.

He pulled me closer to him stating, "I know you better than that, don't lie to me."

I jerked away from his grasp and ran. Full on sprinted out of the main hall only to be stopped by my father and Mr. Atobe.

"Kimiko!" My father called before I could reach the front door.

I stopped and quickly assembled a mask so I could face him without him worrying about me.

"What's wrong?" I could hear his concern.

I turned to face the two men. I smiled slightly just to reassure them nothing was the matter.

"It's nothing father, I'm just feeling a bit tired. I'm feeling really dizzy so I thought it would be best if I went home and rested." It wasn't totally a lie; I was feeling dizzy just not from being tired.

He gave me one of those concerned smiles. "Alright, I'd rather you be in good health for the new school year in a few days. Get some rest you do look like you haven't gotten much lately."

"Yes Father," I replied and politely bowed at Mr. Atobe, "Thank you for inviting me and I'm terribly sorry for having to leave in such a rush."

"It's alright, but be sure to stop by sometime so I can see you every now and then. Don't be such a stranger," he stated smiling at me.

"Yes sir."

I turned and walked out of the house trying to continue to walk without collapsing. I held onto my right arm trying to control my emotions just for a little longer until I was out of sight of the mansion. I decided to walk, it wasn't like it was really that far and the night air might help clear my head so I could think straighter possibly.

I hated it when I became like this. You would think by now I would get it in my head that Keigo pretty much hates me and that I need to give up on my feelings for him or it'll only end up hurting me again…kinda like it is now.

Tears streamed from my eyes once I was in the safety of the shadows of the street. Slowly, using the fence as support, I made my way to my house. Once inside my room I collapsed unable to fight the pain off anymore. It hit me like waves of an ocean upon the beach just pounding into my heart causing tears to flow uncontrollably. Somehow I managed to pull myself up, kicking off the spiked heels first in order to do so, and changed out of the evening gown and into my pajamas. Throwing myself on my queen sized bed I cried myself to sleep once again for the hundredth time by now.

AN: so how'd I do? You're feedback would be awesome. Please let me know what you guys think.