Because can can.

Atobe grinned as the stadium cheered and a yell of "COME ON!" rang through the speakers.

"You have to admit, that was a great Zero."

"Never less. Or almost never less."

Yuushi chuckled. "You'll never let him live it down."

"I'll never let him live it down."

"The kids sure are growing fast," he said, nodding at the reporter on TV hogging for an interview.

Atobe snorted. "About time they did."

"Ah, tears to my eyes."

Atobe looked at Yuushi. "What sarcasm?"

Yuushi grinned back. "So, tell me: did you speak with Yukimura of Rikkai Daigaku Fuzoku?"

"I will. My highness decided I would do so on March 5th."

"Why? What's on March 5th?"

Atobe grinned.

"Ok, you're not going to tell me."

"My greatness shall awe you once more on March 5th."

Yuushi gave him a bored look.

"I love watching captains lose command to their disciples, don't you?" Atobe sighed dramatically.

"You just want to turn Japan into one big soap opera."

"It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it."

Yuushi rolled his eyes once more.

"Play something for me, Yuushi-kun."

Atobe's cell phone rang, so he answered it.

"I grace you with my attention, unworthy plebian."

Yuushi rolled his eyes once more as he went to warm up his violin.

"Yes, I read it, Fuji-kun, and we all know how pathetic it got before we had to do something, thanks to my great genius." Atobe glanced at Yuushi with a bored look. "Yes, we all know it was a fine grand plan and the results are spectacular," Atobe added, gesturing towards the screen as if Fuji was there.

Yuushi snorted and went to the other room for his violin. He set the case on the desk and opened it, revealing his 479 year old French. He smiled.

"Stop staring at the damn thing and check its tuning already!" Atobe's voice rang. "Hello?" it continued, hushing into another phone conversation.

Yuushi rolled his eyes then turned to the fine bow in the upper case and removed the violin from the case. It took him some seconds each string to tune the violin and perfect its vibrations. When he was satisfied, he went back to the sitting room.

"I just spoke to the kids," Atobe said. "They gave you their regards."

Yuushi snorted again.

"Don't get jealous, darling – they miss you too," Atobe said, rolling his eyes dramatically. Yuushi rolled his eyes back and turned his attention back to his violin, beginning Atobe's favorite: Méditation from 'Thaïs'.

Atobe tossed the cell phone to his side and continued to lounge, spacing off. Yuushi smiled mentally and enjoyed his command.