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I had the sudden urge to borrow Atobe and have him be a part in my incest story. And none of you can stop me! Ha!
-sigh- Yes, to all those who read my other stories, I’ll update Head Over Heels and Don’t Look Down! as soon as I can. I just had a case of writer’s block
Disclaimer: There’s a lot of things I want in the world. Prince of Tennis is one of them. Unfortunately, I’m not as rich as Atobe, so I can’t buy them. Weep for me woes? Please? WEEP, DANGIT!
Atobe slapped his hand onto the table. “Ore-sama will never stand for this!”
“Now, now dear. I’m sure you’ll get used to it. And please, stop referring to yourself as Ore-sama?” His mother looked at him with somewhat pleading eyes, obviously not expecting this kind of reaction.
Ah, yes. You’re all wondering what Atobe’s fuming about, because it really could be anything. Well, here goes…
Ten minutes ago…“Atobe-sama?”
The pampered tennis diva flipped his hair and looked up impatiently. “What is it? Ore-sama has work to do.”
The poor maid shrunk back. (As if she needed to! Her level of self-confidence was already pathetic enough!) “Your parents would like to see you in the family room.”
Atobe waved his hand. “Ore-sama will be there shortly.” As soon as the maid left the room, he immediately went over to his closet. “Now… what should Ore-sama wear?”
“Keigo!” His mother jumped up and beamed. “I have amazing news! I’m sure you’ll like it…”
The poor woman’s son lounged on a couch, obviously disinterested. “What is it?”
“We’re getting you something new!” His mother paused for a bit of dramatic effect. “Something that you’ve,” here, her voice dropped down into a stage whisper. “Never had before.”
Atobe Keigo never having something? Oh, the horror!
He immediately bolted up with a maniacal gleam in his eye.
His mother squealed and intertwined her hand with her husband’s. “We’ll be adopting a girl about your age! Isn’t that great?”
End Flashback…“No!” Atobe howled. “Ore-sama is too great to be in the presence of an orphan!”
“Keigo…” His father gazed at him sternly.
“But Tou-san! What if she’s unfit to be an Atobe?! Or what if she’s a spoiled brat?! Or… what if she doesn’t have a beauty mark?!”
Atobe paused and checked to see if his family actually did have moles. Yup, all of them did. His mother had a tiny one on her cheek, and his father had one under his eye, just like he did.
His mother walked over to her son and gave him a tight squeeze. “We’ll always love you, no matter what,” she said. “And we have a feeling that you’ll come to love your new sister very much.” She stared into his eyes pleadingly. “Do it for Kaa-san?”
Her son stared at her gaze in horror. It was The Look. It wasn’t a look, it was The Look. It was his mother’s secret weapon to get whatever she wanted….
‘Ore-sama must resist! Ore-sama must resist!’“Fine, Kaa-san…”
So much for resisting…
Fifteen…
Twenty…
BAM!!
The door burst open, and a girl stumbled into the room.
The first thing that he noticed about her was that she didn’t have a mole. Or, as he preferred to call it, a beauty mark. Either way, Atobe’s new stepsister didn’t have a congenital spot on her skin.
‘Flaw two.’
Now, Atobe also envisioned his stepsister to be graceful. The girl stumbled over the edge of the rug as she tried to rush over to sit on the couch.
Yup, totally not graceful.
‘Flaw three.’The poor girl plopped down onto the couch and tried to catch her breath. “Sorry… I… got lost…”
Atobe always thought that his mother hated tardiness. Apparently, that wasn’t the case with this girl.
“It’s alright,” she gushed. “But why didn’t one of the maids take you here?”
She stared back at Atobe’s mother incredulously. “You have maids? That’s awesome! Are you guys rich or something?”
Atobe choked on the glass of champagne he was drinking. Did she just ask if they were rich? Of course they were, couldn’t she tell from the mansion?
“Really, Keigo,” his mother turned to scold him. “Mind you manners when you’re meeting your stepsister.”
The girl turn his way and jumped when she saw him. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t see you there!”
Oh, she did not just say that!
‘Incompetent, blind fool! How could someone not see me! I’m is always in the center of attention!’But his mother was there, so Atobe could do nothing but grit his teeth.
“Now, Ayaka-chan, this is your stepbrother, Keigo. Keigo, say hello.” His father gave him a stern look.
“Ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na!” Atobe flipped his hair and smiled arrogantly.
Poor, poor Ayaka-chan… All she could do was gape disbelievingly. When she did remember that she had to reply, she didn’t say much.
“Erm… hello to you to?”
Yes, how charming indeed.
‘Who makes Ore-sama do anything! No one does, they don’t have the right to!’
Well, except for his parents…
‘Making Ore-sama show… that girl around the house! The maids could do it!’And, to put it bluntly, Ayaka wasn’t too happy about this idea either.
‘Who calls themselves “Ore-sama”? Of all the people in the world, why does my new stepbrother have to be this snob!’
“Oy, girl,” Atobe paused and flipped his hair for dramatic effect. “Just don’t cling on to me when I’m eating.”
Ayaka nearly fell over. “What?” she asked. “Why would I cling on to you? I’m not some gushing fangirl, you know! I actually have taste!”
“A person with taste would immediately fall in love with Ore-sama!”
“Yeah, right,” Ayaka crossed her arms. “Why would I want to fall in love with you? We’re siblings now!”
“Stepsiblings. I refuse to believe that you’re related to me!”
“Well,” Ayaka stretched lazily, almost tripping over her own two feet in the process. “My last name is Atobe now, so you’ll just have to learn to accept the fact, won’t you? Now hurry up and show me to my room! Kaa-san said that we have to go shopping once I unpack everything.”
Atobe spluttered. “You call Ore-sama’s mother Kaa-san?”
She gave him a weird look. “She told me to. Oh, and I have to call you ‘Nii-san’.”
Nii-san. He’d never admit it, but Atobe had always wanted someone to call him that.
“Oh, and you’ll be calling me ‘imouto’.”
“WHAT?”
Ayaka shrugged. “It makes sense. You can’t go around calling you own sister ‘girl’. And what’s wrong with calling me ‘imouto’? Do you have commitment issues, or something?”
Scratch that. He’d rather have Gakuto call him “Nii-san” than his current little sister.
“What is it? Ore-sama is busy.”
“…” Ayaka immediately noticed that he was just talking on his phone.
“No, Oshitari, a random girl is not in Ore-sama’s house! That is merely Ore-sama’s stepsister!”
“Oy, Nii-san.”
“Oh, just hold on, imouto!” Atobe’s face turned a lovely shade of purple when he spit out that word. “Just wait until I’m done with this phone call!”
“Fine, be that way. I’ll just tell Kaa-san that you weren’t helping me.”
Ayaka watched, evidently amused, as her stepbrother’s eyes widened.
“Oshitari, I have to go.” When he flipped his phone shut, he turned to her. “What do you want?”
“How do you turn the computer on?”
“WHAT?”
He looked at her incredulously. “What else would I use for transportation? I only settle for the best.”
“Spoiled brat…”
“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?”“Nothing, nothing!” Ayaka put her hands up defensively as she slid into the long, long car.
She also noticed that it was impossibly large, and that she wouldn’t be able to find any of her classes, but that wasn’t as important. There weren’t as many things to complain about.
‘Honestly!’ she fumed. ‘Who would worship a spoiled, arrogant brat who won’t even show his new sister how to turn a computer on! I mean, it’s a different kind of model that what I’m used to, couldn’t he see that?’
She turned to the seat next to her to stick her tongue at her stepbrother angrily. ‘Who knows? Maybe he has a strange phobia of germs…’
Atobe, who had immediately noticed her tongue, gave her a revolted look and muttered “Unsanitary commoner” under his breath.
“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?” Ayaka stood up and pointed an accusing finger an inch from Atobe’s nose, knocking down her chair in the process.
“Atobe-kun…” The teacher looked at them both warningly, earning a high-pitched squeak from Ayaka.
“Sorry, Sensei!”
‘How am I supposed to get it done if I didn’t even listen to what my teachers were saying?’
Turning over to the tennis courts, she scowled at the figure who was ordering some other figures to run laps while flipping his hair.
‘I can’t even ask Nii-san for help with him… training that tennis team! Hell, I wouldn’t even be at school right now if it wasn’t him!’
Ayaka turned to her chauffer, who was watching her struggle with a somewhat amused expression. “Can you help me with my math homework?”
“You self-centered commoner!”
“You… baboon!”
Atobe stared at his (step)sister disbelievingly. “Of all the things you could have called me, you chose to call me a baboon?”
Ayaka was extremely indignant. “Well… yeah!”
Behind Atobe was Hyoutei’s tennis club, who, to put it lightly, were gaping at the two (step)siblings in disbelief.
“Ore-sama will not stand for this!”
“Well, that’s not my problem, is it?”
Atobe continued on, as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “If Ore-sama is a baboon, you are a sloth!”
“A WHAT?!” She was seeing red. No, she was past that stage of mad. Now, she was getting ready to drag Atobe to the pits of hell and tear him up in tiny pieces.
Meanwhile, their poor chauffeur sighed. They were running late…
“That’s it! I’m not even going to bother riding in the same car as you!” Ayaka huffed and started stomping away. “Just tell Kaa-san that I’ll be a little late.”
“She decided to walk-“
“I’m home!”
Speak of the devil. She was tripping up the stairs of the foyer, completely oblivious to the maids and butlers who were trying to take her bag.
“Ayaka!” Immediately, their mother was swooping down the stairs to meet her, arms outstretched. “Oh, I was worried sick! We have to go to a gala tonight, and I want you to come! Everyone who’s anyone has to meet our newest edition to the Atobe family!”
Meanwhile, Atobe was gaping at their mother. She never had that kind of reaction whenever he was late!
“Okay, great! Do I have to dress up? Will I have to say anything?”
“The maids will take you back to your room. I went shopping today for a dress, and I found the perfect one for you! A hair stylist will come in about thirty minutes, and I’ll do your makeup!”
“Wha?” Ayaka threw a helpless look to her new father, who had just peeked out the door to see what the ruckus was about.
He just smiled sympathetically.
She turned to her new brother. “Nii-san! Help!”
He was already gone.
Good grammar is all thanks to my lovely beta, Hropkey. –waves- I’m dedicating this chapter to you! Well… If you even to read it, anyway.
As for the actual writing… It needs a lot of work. So just… review and tell me whatever’s wrong. (I know there is. It’s MY writing, and there’s always something wrong with it, even if I have the best betas in the world.)