New PoT fanfic, but I'm gonna tell you now, it's already finished. It'll be about three or four chapters depending on how long the last chapter is (my Microsoft Office stopped working, so now I'm using wordpad, and it doesn't say how many words there are). Anyway, it's already done. I just have to upload the last chapter, and then you'll be getting everything in a timely order, so don't worry about me taking forever to update. Anyway, please enjoy this new fanfic!

Yumi: Beauty

Miyoko: Beautiful Generations Child

Summary: After many years of no contact, Fuji and Atobe meet again. But the tensai won't get any forgiveness for his actions as a teenager, not from Atobe at least. Their daughter is more than willing to get to know her mother though.

Pairing: AtobexFuji. Mention of Golden Pair.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis.

What Once Was

Chapter 1

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Atobe Keigo lounged in the new chaise chair he'd bought especially for his office, whenever he felt like taking a break from staring at his overflowing piles of business papers. It was a nice summer day out; the sun was shining on him from the balcony; the birds were chirping happily; his glass of water was the perfect temperature to cool him off, but not give him chills; and best of all, it was completely devoid of human noise-just the way he liked it.

He leaned his head back against the soft fabric of his newest prized possession, letting his eyes slip shut. A cool breeze blew in through the balcony's opened French doors, and he caught the scent of women's perfume; no doubt belonging to the lovely female he'd had laying against his desk only the day before. He smiled at the thought, sipping lightly on his water before placing the glass on a side table.


A dark blue eye popped open to find a servant bowing beside him, awaiting his response.

"What is it?" He asked.

"You have a guest at the door."

"Who is it?" The heir sighed, sitting up; so much for relaxing all afternoon.

"He wouldn't say."

Atobe quirked an eyebrow, but decided against further questioning. Today was supposed to be his 'lazy day' after all (even though pretty much all of them were).

"Fine. Let him in."

"Yes, Atobe-sama." The servant bowed again before leaving the room.

Atobe walked out onto the balcony to survey his land as he waited for his unknown guest. The horses were being groomed in the stables only a couple hundred yards from the main house, and the sight of one particular pony with pink and purple braiding in its mane and tail made him laugh. That girl.

The tennis courts were being cleaned just a little farther away, but the urge to play hadn't hit him in almost a month. Having no worthy opponents to play with just took the fun right out of the game.

"Your guest, Atobe-sama." The silence was interrupted once again, and Atobe turned to see just who was visiting.

Dark blue eyes widened at the sight of the figure, and the heir suddenly had no voice to speak with. This was the last person he was expecting to see. "Y-you…"

"Hello, Atobe."

"Syuusuke… you…"

"I hope I'm not intruding on your work or anything. I should've called before I came."

"What are you doing here?" Atobe asked, still shocked by who was standing in front of him.

"I came to meet my daughter."

Keigo frowned. "What makes you think she'll want to meet you?"

"Well, I don't know if she'll want to, but I think it's about time she knew her mother."

"Hm." Atobe moved across the room to sit on the chaise again. That's when he noticed that Fuji hadn't followed his movements; the brunette was still focused on the spot near the balcony. "Syuusuke?"

"Nn?" Syuusuke's head turned in the direction of the sound, but his sight wasn't focused directly on the heir.

"Are… are you blind?"

Fuji laughed softly. "You figured that out faster than I thought you would."

"How did it happen?"

The tensai shrugged. "Stupid stuff." He took a step forward, a little to the left of where Atobe sat; it kind of hurt to see the brunette so… he couldn't even find a word for it, that's how heartbreaking it was.

"Get Miyoko." He ordered, nodding to the servant still standing by the door.

"Yes, Atobe-sama." The man bowed and left.

Atobe looked over the boy, no… man, he hadn't seen in seven years. The brunette looked very much the same. His hair was the same length, same color; his eyes were still that stunning blue color, although they'd lost the liveliness about them; he was even the same height, and as far as Atobe could tell, same weight.

"What's she like?" Fuji asked after a moment of awkward silence.

"Like her mother."

A giggle escaped the smaller of the two; it was a sound Atobe realized he'd missed hearing. He'd missed everything about the former Seigaku student. But after what happened, he wasn't sure he could come to love the person behind those qualities again.

"Daddy, what's wrong?"

The voice filled the air in the room, and Fuji felt his heart stop at the beautiful sound. That was the voice of his child, his daughter, the life he'd given birth to; it was overwhelming, but in a good way.

"Miyoko, this is Fuji Syuusuke." Atobe explained as he walked over to the little girl in the doorway. "He's your mother."

Miyoko gave Fuji a good look-over before walking up to him, pulling on his pant leg. "Mommy, I thought you were supposed to be here when I was a baby?"

Fuji knelt down in front of the girl, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I know sweetheart, but I was too stupid to realize that. I'm here now though, and I'm never going to leave. I promise I'll be here forever."


"Nn. It doesn't matter what you say either. I'm not going anywhere."

Miyoko stared into her mother's blue eyes, a set that equaled her own. She could tell there was something wrong with the way he stared in her direction but the way he looked knelt in front of her, with cheeks soaked with tears, and a vulnerability (a word she'd learned the year before) about his appearance; she couldn't see any sort of doubt to his words, nor could she feel any kind of negative feelings for him.

"I don't want you to leave Mommy." She said as she wrapped her small arms around Syuusuke's neck. "Please, don't ever leave again."

"I won't Miyoko. I promise."

Atobe's lips twitched at the sight of the little reunion; he didn't know whether to be happy about the way Miyoko reacted, or angry. He knew she easily forgave people, but after seven years of having no mother, only to have him show up one day without warning; it was an acceptance that should have taken a little more thought. Atobe himself was surely pissed that Fuji thought he could just walk in and everything would be perfect. He was about to learn differently though; just because Miyoko let him in, didn't mean Atobe was ready to forgive.

The door opened and a butler-different from the first-entered the room, bowing before the silver-haired heir. "Atobe-sama, Yumi-sama has arrived. She's walking the house looking for you."

"Fantastic." Atobe sighed sarcastically. "Go find her and inform her I'm in here."

"Yes, Atobe-sama." The help bowed again before rushing from the room.

"Miyoko." Keigo's voice was shaking slightly. "Why don't you take your mother down to your room to play? I have an important grown-up meeting with Yumi-chan."

"Okay." Miyoko gripped Fuji's hand and began to pull him towards the door. "Come on Mommy. Let's go."

"Alright, but go slow." The tensai giggled, allowing himself to be led away by the seven year old.

Atobe sighed again, this time in confusion. How was this change of events going of affect everything? He knew Fuji would never again be a part of his family, but he certainly couldn't cast Miyoko out of the way; he was the one who raised her. For seven years, she'd had no one but Atobe to care for her; and now Fuji was back, trying to shove his way into their lives after having abandoned his only child. And if he was going to stay, then how was Yumi-chan going to react to having him around? She was a woman that knew what she wanted, and she wanted Keigo all to herself. With Fuji in the picture, there was bound to be jealously; he had Atobe first so why wouldn't he stay Atobe's first choice, especially when they had a child together?

Life was about to get a lot more complicated for him and Miyoko; he just hoped they could handle it.

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Fuji's hands felt out the shape of the small table he sat in front of; clearly it was made for a young child, if the undersized chair he'd squeezed his behind onto was any indication. China teacups and plates rattled with the movement of the table, and the smell of fresh cookies filled the air of the bedroom. Miyoko was very clearly a girl.

"Mommy, do you like my room?" She asked as she sat down across from him.

Fuji smiled. "Nn. It's really pretty. But then again, I wouldn't expect anything less of your father."

Miyoko frowned and rested her arms against the table. "Why did you lie?"

Vacant blue eyes widened and the tensai's heart skipped. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, dropping his head. "I didn't think you'd figure it out."

Miyoko moved across the table to hug Fuji's neck. "Don't worry. I'll show you with your hands."

She pulled lightly on his arm and led him around so he could feel out all the contents of her room. Her bed sheets were a soft silk, and her dresser was an expensive and sturdy wood. The windows had thick curtains, the pillows were fluffy, the chairs were nice and comfy, and according to Miyoko everything was bright pink and purple; he could picture within his head that it was a very princess-like room. It was a perfect fit for any daughter of Atobe.

After a long while of touching and mapping out the bedroom, the two sat back down at the mini-sized table and munched on the plate of cookies. Fuji was utterly amazed at how quickly his seven year-old had figured out about his blindness. She was obviously very observant, educated and informed; it was something that reminded him of both himself and Atobe.

"Mommy, what's it like?" She asked after a long silence.

Fuji's heart skipped again. "I-it's like if you close your eyes, and keep them closed forever." His empty eyes began to leak with the tears of bad memories. "But believe me sweetie, I had no intention of showing up here like this. Until only a few months ago, I was able to see just like you."

Miyoko cocked her head to the side in both confusion and curiosity. "What happened?"

The tensai wiped his hands across his cheeks. "I… I was coming to see you..."

It was quiet. Fuji had broken down completely and was now sobbing into his hands while Miyoko sat staring at her mother. He'd been on his way to see her? He'd been making his way from… wherever he'd been, to meet her and he ended up blind? Was it her fault?

"I…" Syuusuke sniffed, his explanation beginning again. "After your father and I broke up, he took you away. For a couple of years, I didn't care about anything that had to do with him… or you, but around the time you turned four, I decided I wanted to see you, and raise you like I should've from the beginning.

"Your father was good at hiding you from me, despite being an Atobe, so I had to search for you for almost two years. When I finally realized he lived here, only a little ways from where he'd grown up, I rushed to get here...

"I was running for the bus... I wasn't paying attention… I just wanted to get to you..." His fingers moved up to trace his cheekbones. "The car didn't see me… I ran out without waiting for the signal…

"…I had a lot of broken bones, most of which I don't even remember. I couldn't get up from the hospital bed, and I had to be fed everyday by one of the nurses. It was the most humiliating thing I've ever had to endure. I cried for days and days over my useless, broken body. But even after months of recovery, I still cried over the fact that I'd never be able to see you. The doctors had told me only hours after my first surgery that I'd never get my eyesight back.

"After seven years of being without you as you grew up, the only thing I longed to do was meet you, see you, listen to you speak. I thought it was a lost cause to try to get to you once one of those options was no longer available, but I finally convinced myself that meeting you would mean the world to me, even if I wouldn't get to see your face, or the way you look and dress. I only hope that you won't judge me for being like this. I think I'd be a little put off if one of my parents showed up suddenly and told me they weren't able to function the way most people do."

A tissue was placed into his hands, before a light and fragile-feeling body climbed into his lap and hugged him. And he hugged back, as hard as he dared to out of worry that he might hurt the innocent being in his hold. He cried into her small shoulder and gently rocked back and forth until he thought he'd cry out all the tears he could possibly make.

Miyoko wouldn't speak. She'd never heard of such a thing happening, even after sneaking through the halls of the mansion during the middle of the night to come across her father up and watching the news, or some of the help gathered around a small TV to watch a crime show together. She always stayed out of sight, but remained close enough to hear what was going on, but she'd never heard a story about a mother racing to find their child, only to end up blind.

Was it because a mother was either there, or not? Fuji hadn't been there, but then he wanted to be; did that make their story different? It was her fault that he'd been recklessly trying to find her. But then again, it was her father's fault for hiding her all those years.

The door creaked open and Atobe stood on the threshold, a sullen look on his face at the sight of his broken family crying. Damn, this was turning out to be a very emotional day.

"Syuusuke, I know you'd like to spend more time with Miyoko, but we have a dinner date soon. I think it's time for you to go home."


Miyoko squeezed Fuji tighter, refusing to let him go. She was just getting to know about her mother, and she still wanted to hear more. It hadn't been enough time; he needed to stay longer so she could learn everything about her once-missing parent.

"Don't worry sweetie. I'll come back to visit soon." Fuji smiled at her softly and stroked her long, honey-colored hair. "You can't let me interfere with your schedule."

The tensai stood up with his daughter in his arms and hugged her one last time before Atobe pulled her away. "The butler will lead you out." The heir said. "And try to call next time, when you're going to show up out of nowhere."

Fuji giggled. "I will. I love you Miyoko." He blew her a kiss as the butler took his hand and escorted him from the room, down the hall, and out of sight.

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(One Week Later)

The past six days had felt like years to Miyoko, and she found she couldn't focus on anything she was supposed to. Her homeschool, dance, and horseback-riding teachers were constantly scolding her, and threatening to tell her father that she wasn't paying attention during her lessons; but she couldn't help it. She'd finally met her mother, and she was eager to get to know everything about him, which she intended to achieve the next time they met.

The twenty-three year old tensai found he too, was having trouble waiting. Every day he'd pace back and forth in his apartment, counting second by second the time left until he'd get out of the cramped space and be in the company of his only child once again.

They had planned for Saturday, a day that was free for both of the Atobes, and Fuji. It wasn't planned exactly what they'd do, but neither Miyoko nor Syuusuke cared; as long as they got to be together.

When Syuusuke was led up the walkway of the Atobe home, a butler as his guide, he hadn't expected to feel a small body grab onto his legs and squeeze hard; but when he reached out to feel, he found Miyoko holding onto him as hard as she could, afraid he might leave if she let go.

"Hello sweetie." He smiled, kneeling down in front of her. "I missed you."

"Me too." She responded, and hugged him yet again. "Are you going to stay here all day and play with me?"

"Of course." He gave her a curious look. "Why else would I come here?"

"To see Daddy. Yumi-chan said that you came back here to be with Daddy and take his money."

Fuji frowned. "If I wanted your father's money, I would've taken it seven years ago. I'm here to see you, Miyoko. The breakup between your father and I ensured that we'll never be together again, so even if I wanted his money, I wouldn't get it from him because he won't let me get close to him. Understand?"

"Nn." Miyoko nodded.

"Good. Let's go inside."

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They were back at the little tea table. Miyoko drew pictures with her crayons and markers, while listening to Fuji describe his side of their family to her. She never knew she had an aunt and uncle, as well as two grandparents that weren't as strict and pushy as the two she saw every week.

She could tell that her mother really loved his family, especially his otouto. His voice grew soft, his blank eyes shone, he smiled throughout it all; and afterwards, he informed her that she would understand when she got a younger sibling someday.

After many hours of hearing about Fuji's past school life, talents, friends, and other things he deemed important to tell her, they walked down to the kitchen together and ate lunch. Miyoko ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (thanks to the influence of her grandfather's American business partner), while Fuji stuck to wasabi sushi and ramen. It was quiet for the most part, mostly because Fuji had run out of things to say, but he knew it would be Miyoko's turn to spill everything once they got back to her room.

Partway through their little meal though, Syuusuke's sensitive ears picked up on a conversation between two of the cooks. They were whispering about that woman Miyoko kept mentioning, Yumi-chan. The male cook was explaining what traits of hers made her sexy (mainly her breasts), while the female spoke about her pity for Atobe for having to put up with a person like her.

It made the tensai curious. Who exactly was this woman Atobe clearly associated with on a daily basis?

"Miyoko sweetie…" He said, ending the silence between them.


"Who is this Yumi-chan everyone keeps talking about? Is she your father's business partner or something?"

"No, Yumi-chan is Daddy's girlfriend."

He gulped, almost choking on a bite of ramen. So Atobe had moved on, just like he said he would when they broke up. And he'd even gone so far as to date a woman, when he'd said he was done with the opposite gender. He'd clearly gotten over their past relationship and was now starting a new life, while Fuji was still trying to make a connection to his old one.

Something burned in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn't quite place what it was. Maybe it was jealousy towards Atobe, because he'd never moved on after his first and only relationship, while the heir certainly had. Or maybe he was jealous of Yumi-chan. Their break-up had been harsh, but that didn't mean his feelings for Atobe had dissipated. Could he… still love him?

"Do you like her?" He asked, trying to get his mind off the growing pain in his chest.

"Not really. She just wants to be with Daddy all the time." Miyoko took another bite of her sandwich and wiped her mouth with a napkin (just as she had been taught). "When Daddy first told me about her, he said she might be my second mommy, and we'd go shopping and play and do things together, but she always tells me to leave her alone and to stay away when she's with Daddy. I think they just sit around and kiss all day."

Fuji laughed; at least there were some things she was naïve about.

When (late) lunchtime was all over, they made their way back to Miyoko's room. They sat down in the little chairs and ate a fresh plate of pastries from the china plates, and the young Atobe female spoke of her lessons schedule, and of the family she knew. Fuji was enticed with just how knowledgeable his daughter was; she was talking about things he hadn't learned until middle school, and she was only at a second grade age.

Most seven year olds were just learning how to multiply and divide, and here she was, talking about advanced geometry and algebra; Shakespeare and famous poets, from both America and Japan; biology, chemistry, Earth science; in-depth Japanese, American, and European history with tidbits of knowledge from many others countries (including a few Fuji hadn't even heard of).

She spoke about how her grandparents took her on business trips with them all the time, giving her physical experience of many different cultures and environments; she met many famous company owners, and singers, actors, and politicians; she could speak English and Japanese fluently, and had more than a basic comprehension of at least two others.

Fuji wouldn't expect anything less though. Miyoko had two very intelligent parents who'd gone through school with little effort, and who were able to retain vast amounts of information even at a young age. Plus the fact that she had the best kind of education at her disposal, thanks to her father's side of the family, made it all the more understandable that she'd have so much knowledge stored in that little head of hers.

It didn't seem like long before the sun had set and Atobe came in to tell Fuji it was time to go; Miyoko had to get to bed early because she had lessons in the morning. The tensai didn't argue, and gladly took the opportunity to tuck his daughter into bed, kissing her forehead and whispering to her softly until Atobe pulled him away and did the same.

They left the room together, Atobe's hand gripping Fuji's arm a little too tight for his liking, as he was dragged into the hall and slammed against a wall. He could hear the heir's heavy breathing, and the hold on his arm only tightened with time until he began to struggle to get out of it.

"Let go of me." He ordered.

Atobe didn't say anything, nor did he obey. It began to worry the sightless tensai; he had no idea what his ex was doing with the rest of his stronger, larger-sized body. He squirmed against the wall, trying to get his numbing arm out of the death-like grip holding it. His breath quickened and sweat built up in his pores; he was beginning to psych himself out. Was Atobe going to hurt him, or worse? He wasn't showing signs of letting go, and he certainly wasn't responding to the brunette's struggling; was he trying to scare him, or was this hallway about to become a crime scene?


The heir's voice was as demanding and cold as it'd always been but Fuji, for the first time, found himself frightened by the tone. Seven years ago, he'd been able to read right through the other male by looking at his face, his eyes; but now that he couldn't see, the tone was all he could go by and Atobe sounded utterly pissed off.

"Syuusuke, stop."

His arm was released, sending him falling to the floor in utter relief; no spilled blood tonight.

The sound of Atobe sliding down the wall next to him made him flinch away, but the drawn out and tired-sounding sigh the heir released brought him back to his senses.

"I'm trying not to be mad at you, but it's hard." He admitted. "It's just… seeing you with her makes me furious. You act like everything's perfect and normal, like you've been here for years. But we both know I'm the one who raised her. I'm the one who actually wanted her. It's not alright for you to just burst in on our happy life and expect everyone's forgiveness, because I don't think you'll ever get it from me."

Fuji slowly drew his legs to his chest and turned his head in Atobe's direction. "I don't expect any of you to forgive me, not even Miyoko. I just wanted to be able to see… meet her, because I knew what I was missing out on. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me but seven years ago I was only a sixteen year old boy. I didn't want the responsibility. I couldn't handle it. I didn't want to think about the things I'd lose out on if I had to stay home and take care of a baby. I was stupid.

"I brought her to you because I knew you'd take care of her, so even though I wouldn't be there, she'd still have one of her biological parents. And I'm really happy you accepted her. I don't know what I'd be doing right now if you had just passed her off, like I did."

Atobe sighed again. "I don't know what I'd be doing either."

"You've done such a good job though. You're far better at being a parent than I'll ever be."

"Thank you."

Atobe's dark eyes roamed over Syuusuke's small, pale body. Up close, he didn't look too healthy. His skin was paler than it used to be, his hair was coarse-looking and messy, and he had bags under his eyes. His clothes looked too big for him, and his low-cut shirt showed just how unhealthily thin he was; his collarbone stuck out too much, and his shoulders were bony.

"Miyoko told me about her." The tensai mumbled as Atobe shook his head to clear it of thoughts from the past, before he glanced over at the soft-voiced brunette.

"About Yumi-chan?"

"Nn. She really seems to like you."

"A little too much if you ask me." Atobe chuckled.

Fuji cocked his head curiously. "What do you mean by that?"

The heir let a deep breath escape him. "It's not like the way we were. She's clingy, and… a bit of a gold digger. And all she wants to do is have sex. Basically, she's the opposite of you."

"As I recall, Miyoko was conceived because we were always having sex."

"It's not the same though. When it was you, it was passionate. We could go slow, or I could break you apart and it wouldn't matter. The feelings were the same no matter how it was done. We were patient with each other, and we could make each other feel things we'd never experienced before.

"With Yumi-chan, all she wants is rough sex. She just lusts after my money and family status. She doesn't actually love me, like you did."


Fuji's heart fluttered. Did. Was it really a past tense? Had he gotten over Atobe, or was he still just as in love as he'd been seven years ago? After all, their breakup hadn't been about their feelings for each other, but the fact that Fuji had given up on Miyoko. Atobe had said either together with the baby, or apart. There was no option to stay a couple unless Miyoko stayed. And thus, the situation at hand had come about.

But Atobe's new relationship seemed more dysfunctional than the last one. How could he allow a person into his bed, when that person didn't even love him? The heir was one for looks, but it wasn't all he went for. And he certainly wasn't proud of people that got close to him only to take his money. Did that mean…

"Do you love her?"

His heart pounded against his chest. Somewhere deep inside, he prayed the answer was 'no'. He knew Atobe better than anyone, so he knew a relationship like the one he had with Yumi-chan would never last; he needed someone who wasn't so superficial and irresponsible; someone that was neither Fuji nor Yumi-chan.

At the same time though, he didn't want to hear Atobe respond that way. He was afraid of a false hope it would create. Even if he no longer felt anything for the heir, he didn't want there to be a chance for old feelings to arise again.

A regal and amused laugh echoed through the hallway. "Syuusuke, you have no idea how far from love my feelings for her are. I'd never love someone like her."

"Then… how could you keep her around? How could you bed someone who doesn't even love you?"

Atobe paused. "…Because she's not you, Syuusuke."

Cornflower blue eyes widened. So Atobe hadn't moved on.

"Yumi-chan is nothing like you, so I don't have to worry about seeing any of you in her. For seven years, I've wanted to forget about our relationship, but it's been difficult. Miyoko is a miniature-sized version of you, and her existence constantly reminds me of what happened between us. Every time I look at her, all I can think about are the features I used to love about you. Your lips, your smile, your eyes.

"When I'm with Yumi-chan though, I don't have to think about you. There's nothing to remind me of you. I can relax and… tolerate sex with her, and it never crosses my mind the memories we made in… many more places than just my bed."

Fuji bowed his head. "I wish I could've done that. I've gone seven years without anyone to get my mind off you, and I haven't tried to look. I didn't want to disappoint any more people with my bad choices, and… I guess I'm not completely over you."

"It seems we've both had trouble letting go."


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Atobe's hand was warm; the way it'd always felt back when they were dating. Back then they'd always held hands; even in public. Despite Atobe-san's insistence that his son date someone of higher social status and wealth, Keigo refused. Unlike his father, he wasn't ashamed of Syuusuke and he wasn't afraid to show the beautiful tensai off to everyone they met.

He'd spent a fair amount of his money on things for Fuji; he bought him expensive clothes and jewelry (mostly rings and necklaces), the latest cellphones and movies, and quite a few cameras for when they were apart… or naked together.

The former didn't happen often though, and when it did, it was because of school. But thanks to Fuji's great plan, they were still able to text with each other on their cellphones during classes and tennis practice.

The rest of their time was spent with their bodies pressed together. It didn't matter whether they were in a bed, car, clubroom or anywhere else; if they were horny, they didn't hold back. Condoms were always on hand, but a few times they'd run out and found themselves sitting in Atobe's bathroom staring at a pregnancy test.

They'd gotten away with it a miraculous four times before their luck ran out and Miyoko was conceived. It was a big shock to their friends and families but they were excited, especially Fuji.

The only ones who weren't too happy about it were Atobe's parents; the last thing they needed was a scandal brought about by their son's inability to control his sexual urges. They didn't want their precious reputation tarnished by their lone offspring's fathering of a child out of wedlock, especially as a teenager.

They came around eventually, once they saw their first grandchild lying in the hospital. They gave her and Fuji everything they needed, and in the most expensive ways. They received the best medical treatments, the best clothes, food, bedding; anything the tensai wanted for himself and his daughter. That is, until he showed up at their door with no intention of ever seeing Miyoko again as she was placed into Keigo's arms. He'd run off crying, but the three Atobes had never forgiven him for abandoning his child; it was something their family could not tolerate.

Fuji knew that it was over when Atobe had stopped answering his calls and texts. He wouldn't show up at the tensai's house or school; they went without seeing each other for a month before Atobe had a servant bring a message to the Fuji house, informing the petite brunette that if he wasn't going to take responsibility of Miyoko, then they'd never see each other again. Fuji already understood that nothing would be the same should he return to his job of mothering their daughter, so he accepted the fact that he'd never get to be with his love and child.

He had withdrawals for months; he'd lay on the floor of his room and cry all day, skipping school and tennis practice, spending less and less time around others-including his family. All he wanted was to see his ex-boyfriend and their baby, but Atobe had moved away and cut all ties; even his old phone number had been disconnected. He'd definitely done everything he could to keep Miyoko and himself away from the tensai.

And even after all the hate and pain, the touch of his hand still felt the same. It wasn't harsh, it didn't feel forced; it was soft. It was the perfect grip to make Fuji reminisce the days when they'd take it slow and just rub together in Atobe's bed, their fingers intertwined as they had the most passionate, love-induced sex they could.

It was the reason he ripped his own hand away in the middle of their walk to the front door. He didn't want to be reminded of any more of the memories they'd made, or he feared that he'd fall for Atobe all over again (if he wasn't already still in love with him).

"Syuusuke, what's wrong?" He heard the heir ask.

"N-nothing." He responded with a feigned smile. "My hand just cramped up a little."

Fingers lightly squeezed his shoulder; he could tell Atobe knew he was lying, but nothing was said about it as he was guided the rest of the way to the front door and down to one of the family cars. The driver helped him climb in, lightly closing the door behind him.

They took off before he even had the chance to thank Atobe, but he had a feeling the heir wanted it that way. They'd already spoken more than they should; there was no need to dig themselves deeper into the hole of the past.

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Miyoko watched as her father's favorite car pulled away from the house, but Atobe Keigo wasn't the passenger; it was her mother. Atobe never let any of his lovers ride in that car; even Yumi-chan hadn't been in it, and she'd been with her father the longest out of all his relationships.

It was weird how he'd requested for Fuji take his personal vehicle, yet they hadn't kissed or hugged when the brunette departed like he and Yumi-chan did whenever she visited. If he loved Fuji enough to give him his prized car, then why didn't they show it? Miyoko was smart, but love was something that she couldn't quite seem to comprehend. She understood her love for her father and mother, but the feelings between those two and Yumi-chan continued to confound her.

Why couldn't the former two just admit they still liked each other, and make up? That way, Miyoko could have the perfect family she'd always dreamed of, and Yumi-chan could go find some other man to give her his money.

Ignoring the protests of her nanny, she ran down the hallway to her father's bedroom. When she cracked open the doors, she found him unbuttoning his dress shirt, his back to her.


Atobe jumped at the sound of the little girl's voice and turned to face her, his hand on his chest.

"Miyoko." He sighed once he'd calmed down again. "You're supposed to be in bed."

"But I want to ask you something." She answered.


She took a confident step forward with hands on her hips. "You let Mommy take your car."

"That's not a question, sweetie."

"I know. But I wanted to ask why."

The heir released another sigh and motioned for his bed. "Get in first." He said.

She obediently did as she was told and climbed under the blankets, letting Atobe change from his work-clothes to his pajama pants (which he only wore when she was around) before he came to join her amongst the silk.

"Miyoko, you know it's a lot more complicated than just giving him my car." The heir explained. "Your mother and I… what we had is gone. As much as I may or may not still love him, we can't be together. We both know that, and we both respect it. Besides, we have Yumi-chan."

Miyoko scrunched up her nose. "But Daddy, I don't like her. She's mean."

"Well, she's not perfect, but that doesn't mean you should just give up on her. She's not used to being around children, so you'll have to help her learn how to act. I'm sure that once you two are better acquainted, you'll be like sisters."

"But Daddy-"

"Sweetheart, it's well past your bedtime. I know things have changed a little since your mother showed up, but that doesn't mean you don't have a schedule anymore. You have lessons in the morning to catch up on all of last weeks failed ones. I know you miss you mother when he's not here, but you have other things to focus on than just him. Get tomorrow and the rest of the week over with, and before you know it he'll be back here playing with you again."

"Fine." She pouted.

"Don't give me that look, young lady." Atobe smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "If I say you can stay here, will that make it better?"

Miyoko nodded and snuggled down into the bed with her father, his arm holding her close to him. It was comfortable, wonderful to be with him, but something was missing. If only Fuji could be laying there with them, snuggled in beside her or under Atobe's other arm; then everything would be perfect.

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(Two Nights Later)

Atobe hated when Yumi-chan slept over; she'd spend all night trying to get in his pants, and if she succeeded, then all they did was have sex. Sure, he and Fuji had done the same thing as teenagers, but they knew that wasn't all their relationship was consisted of; they'd actually loved each other, whereas Yumi-chan stuck around for the sole purpose of using his money. And it gave her easy publicity.

Luckily though, he'd given her the excuse that he had work to do, so she hadn't bothered him for most of the night. The only problem was, he didn't have any work (at least nothing he had to do). He was just staring at his empty desk, fingers tapping the wooden surface. He was bored out of his mind, but it was better than exhausting himself for Yumi-chan's pleasure.

"Kei-san! Are you done yet?"

Speak of the devil, the woman stood in the doorway of the office, a very unbelievable pout on her face.

"I told you to stay in the bedroom." He grumbled.

"I know, but I was bored." She whined.

He watched her move across the room. He hated the way she walked; she was overconfident, like she was the sexiest person in the world; Atobe sorely disagreed.

"There are plenty of things to do to entertain yourself, so go find one."

"Why? So you can sit here and fantasize about Fuji Syuusuke instead of me? Ever since he showed up, all you've done is sulk over him, and all the 'good times' you two had together. It's been seven years, Kei-san, and you've moved on to me. Can't you just let him go?"

Atobe cocked an elegant eyebrow as she plopped down onto his desk in front of him. "Why do I have the feeling there's an underlying motive to what you just said?" He asked.

"Well…" She smiled. "I was just thinking… we've been together for two years, and your parents keep asking about it… so, let's get married."

The heir scoffed and turned his chair away from her. "No."

"But you want to forget about Fuji, don't you? And you want him to stay away. What better way to do that than to get married? If you're not single, then he won't be able to try anything with you. Plus, Miyoko will have a real mother, and not one that just decides to show up after seven years of abandonment."

It sounded tempting actually. He did need a way to get his mind off of Fuji, and any attempts the brunette might make to get him back (although, Yumi-chan had only convinced him that would happen). And she was right with the fact that Miyoko wouldn't be a part of a broken family anymore, and she'd have a mother that's been with her longer than her biological one.

But did he really want to marry Yumi-chan? Sure, she was good-looking, and it would get his parents off his back about getting married; but was it all worth it to suffer the rest of his life with her next to him in his bed?

Turning back to face her, he sighed with a defeated look on his face. "In two months. But if I change my mind before then, you can't do anything to stop me."

The (fake) blonde smiled victoriously. "Deal."

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So, how was it? I don't know why, but I just find the thought of a blind Fuji kind of... hot? Maybe that's not the right word, but I definitely like the idea. And I know I've made a lot of Mpregs with daughters, but I think Fuji just needs a daughter. It just seems right that he'd have a little girl. And I didn't try to make Miyoko very Mary-sue, but if she comes off that way... poop. I tried to make her kind of Fuji-ish, but at the same time, keep her classy like an Atobe since that's the way she grew up. Anyway, chapter two will come soon. Just review, and I'll be sure to get it on here ASAP.