One: The King…
A/N: Woohoo! My very first PoT fic and it's all about Atobe, my favorite!! not a fan girl, PROMISE
Anyway, the character yeah, the OC is my mainstay OC character. I've already used her on some forums but she has different personalities.
BTW, this chapter is from her POV….
Enjoy and don't forget to review ! Thanks!
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It was close to five-forty five in the afternoon when I went out the building. A bright shade of pink and orange were battling the mighty hues of red and yellow in a color war to add effect to the sunset that day. I believe I was the only student left at the huge campus. I have to admit, it was pretty scary and lonely to be alone. Nobody wants to, in the first place.
I started to run to the main gate when I remembered that I need to check on the court before leaving. Aside from being library assistant, I was chosen as the tennis team manager. It's really a hard work. You need to manage a lot of things like practices, special trainings, schedule of matches, meetings. Yikes! Such hard work but rewarding--if it bears good fruit.
Just as I expected, the court was empty. Not even an ant was spotted. The balls were neatly placed in the basket. The changing rooms were tidy and the spare rackets were all piled safely. A small smile crept across my face. "Even though they're men, I'm glad they know how to clean places." I said then walked away. I read my watch and it was almost six in the afternoon. I had nothing else to do so I hurried.
Just as I was about to turn left, an image caught my peripheral view at the right. There he was, leaning at the brick wall and staring aimlessly at the sky. His bag was at the floor, leaning like his owner. I was stopped and surprised. It couldn't be him.
"What took you so long? I almost grew some mushrooms in here." He said as he picked his bag and walked to me. I really can't believe this. Why would he stay here this long? And where's that shiny black car of his?
And why would he wait for me?
I stood frozen for about five long seconds just staring at him. I couldn't utter a word. There was so much I wanted to ask and tell him. "What…are you doing here?" I asked, finally. He shrugged in reply. "And where's your car? And your attendants? And your--"
I was stopped by his finger placed on top of my mouth. "You are noisy." He said. I backed off and glared at him. "Whatever. Now go home and take some rest. I have planned a practice match against the regulars for tomorrow." I said then turned to leave. I was dragged back with his hand, pulling me softly back. I looked at him with a questioning look.
"May I…accompany you home?" he softly asked as few rays of the setting sun rested on his face, making it seem like it was glowing. "Accompany me…home?" I asked again in disbelief. "What stupid sense is in that head of yours to suddenly ask me to accompany me home?" I asked.
"Nothing. Why?" he asked. "Well, as far as I know you, that car of yours is a necessity. And why would you walk?" I told him. There's really something with him today. It's just an ordinary Friday afternoon. "Would it degrade me if I walked you home?" he asked with that 'pretty-boy-hey-look-at-me-I'm-handsome' smile of his. Ugh. I think I'm getting sick. I rolled my eyes in response and turned back, ready to leave. "Yes so go home now." I shot at him then walked away. When he grabs my hand, I'll use my extra force to break free and run away.
But to my surprise, he just ran to my side and walked with me. "I said, go home now. They might be looking for you. Besides, they might think I kidnapped you. Hey, I don't have that much money to pay for legalizations." I said. He just gave a soft hearty chuckle. Something that you wouldn't normally hear from him. I sighed and kept what I was about to say.
"Really, why?" I asked softly as our pace was getting in sync. "Why…are you doing this?" I added.
"I told you already. It's nothing." He replied. I know he was just lying. There's a deeper meaning and reason behind this. I could feel it. "You can't lie to me." I told him. I saw a small smile appear at his face. He looked down and quickened his pace.
"Please," I muttered as I stopped and looked at him straight in the eyes.
"I told you--"
"No yo—"
"It's noth—"
"There's a reason—"
"I already said--"
"Then I won't move till you tell me that reason. And I mean it."
When I say 'I mean it' to something, I do really mean it. And thankfully, he knows that. He shook his head and got something from his pocket.
His cellphone. His Ultimate Weapon of Blackmail. And he's about to use it to me?!
He showed me that and waved it. "I'll call the police and your parents. You'll have to move." He said. "You're still not telling me why. I could be stubborn if I want to." I reminded him.
"And I could find a way to make you move again." He said. "The police won't do any good." I replied to him. "Then let's try Morioka-kun to make you move." He answered me with a victorious smile. I felt my face heat up and my heart beat faster. Morioka-kun?! Morioka Shunichi-kun?! Oh no. Not him. Please.
"You are not going to do that." I said between my gritting teeth. He dialed something and paused before the last digit. "I'm serious." He said. I know there are lots of things that are running out of my hands now. First, time. Second, the TV show I'm waiting. Third, this little fight of ours. How could a simple question come to this point?!
"So?" he asked, impatient for me to say 'You win' or something like 'yes, I'll move now' to him. As much as he hates being defeated, I am twice as much. Especially to him. "I'm giving you five seconds." He said.
"Who are you to give me orders?!"
"Four…"
"Stop this!"
"Three…
"I said--"
"Two…."
"Argh!"
"One…"
"Alright! You won! I moved! Happy?" I asked sarcastically as I approached him with glaring eyes and still blushing face. He closed his eyes and returned the phone to his pocket. Safe. We kept silent for a while. My breathing was quite heavy. How dare he use Morioka-kun to blackmail me?! Of all the people in this entire universe!
"Actually, I was about to ask a favor to you." He suddenly said. "Huh?" I asked him. He looked at me with his dead serious look. It was something important. "What is it, Ato?" I asked again mentioning my nickname for him.
"There's a party to be held at home tomorrow night. And I said that I would attend." He started. I nodded casually in his relating. "My parents, well, they…you see, they like this girl." He added. "Okay…" I said.
"But I don't like her. But since they like her, I couldn't do anything. They wanted to proceed in that…that…ceremony." He continued, lost for words. "Engagement, you mean." I guessed. He nodded softly, worry in his face. I could see how he dislikes that girl. "So what do you want me to do, Ato?" I asked.
"Please, just this time," he started. "Act like you're my girlfriend." He broke to me. I felt time stopped and my jaws agape.
His girlfiend?
"What?" I asked in total shock. "Me?" I added. I felt like fainting. Like being sucked in a hole that would lead me to somewhere else. Like dying in sheer terror.
He gently held my hand and squeezed it softly. "It's not a big part, really. I'll just introduce you to them, tell them you're my girl and that's it. Engagement off." He said. "But what if…they won't believe us?" I asked, thinking of the possibilities. "That's why I chose you. Of all the girls here in Hyoutei, you're the closest to me. We'll just do a good act. That'll do it." He answered. I was still not sure about this. No. Oh no. This is not a good idea. "Are there any other roles left?" I asked. "Please, Hanami. I don't want to marry that...that…just this time. I promise." He said. I could see the need in his eyes and face despite the darkening surroundings. Even if he pisses me off most of the times, even if he gets on my nerves, I still find it hard to say no to him. He has been close to me since I started being their manager. Of all the members—the two hundred plus members—he's the closest to me. He's earned a special place in me. I looked away trying to sort things out in my head. This was all so fast.
"Hanami, please." He pleaded. "What about the practice match tomorrow?" I asked. "I'll finish mine fast so they could occupy some from mine." He answered. "Or better yet, cancel that one." He added.
"NO! The inter-school matches are almost here! We can't cancel that!" I protested. "Okay, okay. No canceling. You got that one." He said.
"What about…my dress? My look? And how will I act? I don't have enough time to practice! It's already tomorrow night!" I said. "Are you…saying yes?" he asked with a slight tone of hope in his voice.
"Do you want this or not?" I asked him, eyebrows raised. A very happy looking Atobe with a genuine smile answered me. "Thanks Hanami!" he said. There were no words to describe how happy he seemed. Somehow, I felt happy too.
"Okay so tomorrow, after the practice matches, you'll go with me and I'll take care of the rest. Just relax and free your mind from any distractions." He said. I smirked at him. "Relax, huh?" I said.
"It was very generous of you to help me Hanami." He said as we continued walking. I just gave him a smile in reply. "I expect to see better playing in you in the inter-school matches." I replied. "As you wish." He said, still with that happy face on.
Good luck to me.