Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis nor do I own a companies, food chains, books, movies, songs, etc… mentioned in this fic. I am by no means profiting from writing this piece. I will not post a disclaimer every chapter– I will never own anything.

Warning: This fic will contain shonen-ai (AKA – light male/male), spoilers to the ending of the series, sexual themes and vague content, obscene language, violence, alcohol usage, abuse, mentions of death, etc …

Note: This is a re-write of my old story Love's Weird Like That (which may or may not be deleted – I haven't decided yet).


Atobe Keigo was not okay.

He wanted to sucker punch or bitch slap the next person who called out "Atobe-sama" or "Yo, Atobe, I can't believe you lost to a rookie!" He was sick of girls squealing over him – he was not a piece of meat – and he was definitely sick of hearing about that stupid Seigaku brat from stupid Seigaku on that stupid tennis team that won stupid Nationals.

He was one second away from snapping when he stormed into the locker-room. The second he opened up his locker, he was just glad that the day would be uneventful and nothing interesting would –


Atobe cursed mentally, refusing to allow such a profanity escape his lips. He turned around, trying to resist the urge to punch whoever called his name. However, he had no intentions of hurting the person when he recognized who it was.

"Yes, Jirou?" Atobe asked, turning to face his locker once again. He loosened his tie before he pulled his shirt and tie over his head. Jirou didn't say anything. Atobe balled up his tie in his school shirt, tossed it not-so-gently into his locker, then looked back at Jirou. "What is it, Jirou?"

The blonde tore his eyes off of Atobe's chest and up to his eyes. Then he remembered what he was so excited about, and began to bounce up and down with joy (literally). "Sakaki-sensei wants to meet you in his office!"

"Is there something else?" Jirou would never get excited over Sakaki wanting to talk to someone, would he? Jirou had always been a little on the odd side…

Jirou nodded, grinning. "Rikkaidai and Seigaku are outside!"

"Marui as well?" Jirou nodded. "I see…"

And, as if Sakaki wanting to talk to him, and stupid Seigaku and retarded Rikkaidai being outside wasn't enough to ruin his plans for the afternoon, Oshitari asked, "Why are they here?"

That bastard just had to open his mouth.

Jirou shrugged. "I don't know!"

Atobe put a firm hand on Jirou's shoulder, keeping the boy from bouncing through the roof. "Tell Sakaki-sensei I will be there in a moment."

Jirou shook his head, his cheeks turning red as Atobe moved his hand away. "He said he wants to talk to you now."

"I'm half naked," he pointed out.

"I can see that," Jirou said softly, his cheeks flaming red. "But he said to send you in even if Oshitari grew tentacles and raped you."

"Now there's an interesting thought," Oshitari snickered.

Atobe glared at him, but then looked back at Jirou with a softened expression. "Thank you." He ruffled the blonde's hair, then turned on the soles of his shoes and headed down the rows of lockers towards Sakaki's office door. The people in his way put their backs up against their lockers, like he was a god walking by. The imbeciles probably thought he was a god – this school's academics were seriously lacking.

Atobe knocked on the door and heard a soft "come in" from the other side, so he went ahead and opened the door.

"You wished to see me?"

Sakaki didn't even bother to look up from his paper work as he pointed to a large leather chair in front of his desk. The captain sat in the large seat, patiently waiting for what seemed like forever until his coach stopped writing just to look at him with the same bland, stern face.

"I would like for you to allow Seigaku, Rikkaidai and our own team to use one of your cabins for bonding exercises."

Atobe raised an eyebrow. "You would like?" Sakaki never asked, he demanded. He would always assume that Atobe could whip up a cabin out of nowhere. "May I ask what sort of exercises and whose idea it was to hold said exercises?"

Atobe watched the music teacher fold his arms and swirl in his chair like he owned the world. Sakaki stopped his chair, looking out the window that was behind his desk. Atobe could imagine what Sakaki's aging face looked like – pissed.

"Ryuzaki is rather upset with me at the moment."

"Did you make another remark about her granddaughter – Sakuno-chan, was it? – being a piece of eye candy?" Atobe spoke without thinking, and then realized what he had just said.

Sakaki turned his chair back around, sending daggers at Atobe. "Remember you place, Atobe. I am your coach and you are only captain because I can use your father's money to sort out problems with this team. If I had been in my right mind, I would have chosen Oshitari for captain. I regret choosing you every day of this awful job!"

Atobe nodded, already knowing that was coming.

"Well," Sakaki looked him up and down before turning his chair once again, "I will forgive you this one last time. Now, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, Ryuzaki is rather upset with me at the moment and she suggested that we arrange a camp for our regulars. It seems the tension between our schools, as well as Rikkaidai Fuzoku, has escalated since Seigaku's win at Nationals.

"So, after some thought, I gladly accepted her offer because it's good to have pleasant relationships with enemies. As I always say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Anyways, I am in need of a cabin. I'm sure you can arrange this with your… connections."

Atobe nodded. "Where would you like this cabin to be? Near the beach, the mountains, out of the country?"

"Watch your tone!" Sakaki waited a minute before continuing. "I would prefer one in the mountains, something secluded, but it must be close enough so that I can reach you if I need you."

You mean, if you need money, Atobe thought.

"I will make the necessary arrangements, please give me a moment," Atobe said before Sakaki could chomp his head off. He stood up and quickly exited the room like it was being filled with lava. He reached into his pockets, pulled out one of his many phones, and hit a speed dial – 666.

"Keigo?" the man on the other line asked. Atobe closed his eyes in anticipation. "Where are you? You said you would skip that foolish tennis practice and come to a meeting!"

Atobe hated his father's voice, it was like the plague. "Father, I'm sorry, but Sakaki-sensei has asked another favor of me."

"Favor? Favor?" He was yelling. Already. "If you like him so much, why don't you ask him for your private tennis lessons? You're a waste of money, you know that? Why couldn't I have a decent son?"


Atobe sighed, snapping his phone shut as he struggled with the urge to throw it across the room. He could do that, but then the team would think he was having another mental break down. Then there would be an intervention and he would need to see a doctor, and stupid Seigaku and retarded Rikkaidai would stick their noses into everything.

Instead of acting like Fudomine (Oshitari called them "savages"), Atobe calmly opened his phone back up and scrolled down his contacts. He tapped his foot against the locker room tile. People began to look at him, but they stopped staring with one long, hateful glare from the heir.

When the phone stopped ringing, there was a pause before Atobe heard, "Keigo?"

"Yes, Auntie."

A few people looked back at Atobe when he said "Auntie." Atobe just kept on glaring. He had an aunt; he didn't understand what the big deal was. Did the idiots think he was bred in a lab?

"Keigo!" his aunt exclaimed. "How are you? I haven't seen or heard from you since, oh my, how long has it been?"

"Too long," he said, actually smiling. Now half the locker room was staring. He stopped smiling, but that only made more people stare. "I hate to ask this of you, but I need a favor."

There was a pause.

"Sorry, I'm with your mother and a nurse just walked in." Atobe held his breath. "Do you want to talk to her?"

"No!" Atobe practically yelled. Well, "practically" was an understatement. Anyone who wasn't staring was now. Atobe wished he had more eyes so he could glare at all of them.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I guess you're still not okay with her… condition. I didn't know." She let out a deep breath. "Now, what kind of a favor is this?"

"Do you remember the cabin that belonged to your mother –"

"It's okay to say 'Grandmother,' Keigo," she cut in.

Atobe closed his eyes and used his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Do you remember the cabin up in the mountains, the one I spent my summers at when I was visiting from England?"

She laughed. "Always so serious, Keigo. And, if you're talking about the ski lodge then, yes, I do remember it. How could I forget the summers we spent up there with Megumi-chan and Munehiro-kun?" She kept rambling on, going on about fireworks and the Firefly Festival that they held in the small town at the base of the mountains. "Oh my! I do ramble! I must be getting old."

"You're no older than my father."

"I am by fifteen minutes." His aunt sounded proud. "About the cabin… do you need to borrow it?"

"Yes, but only for a week or two. But could you not tell my father?"

He heard her laugh. "Oh, don't worry about that! I won't tell your father. I know how my brother can be sometimes. I did grow up with him after all! I'll tell the workers up there to prepare for your arrival. How many are coming this time? Just you and your friends? Or perhaps you have a girl?"

"No, I do not have 'a girl,'" he said, leaning up against the wall. The wall was cool against his bare back, causing him to have a noticeable shiver. "It's just my team and two others. The total number of boys is twenty five. Does the cabin hold that many – I know it's used as a ski lodge in the winter, but I don't recall that many people there. I can't recall much about it, actually. I haven't been up there since I was… seven?"

She hummed, thinking. "I just had some construction done a few months ago, and now there are over thirty suites. Would be okay for you to share suites? There are several suites with multiple bedrooms, and –"

Atobe cut in with, "That is more than enough room."

"Okay, I'll call the staff in a moment to tell them of your arrival."

"Thank you. Ciao."


Atobe closed his phone then walked back into Sakaki's office to face Satan.

"I think we're going camping," Mukahi mumbled.

"Way to go, Nancy Drew," Shishido said. "You have the IQ of a Seigaku regular."

Jirou ignored his bickering friends, and went back to changing instead of talking about the camping trip, hoping that no one realized his face was red from staring at Atobe's chest.

A/N: The first three or so chapters are pretty boring, but this isn't your average falling-in-love-overnight story. It gets better, I promise, and these first few chapters are really important.