when you’re secretary to atobe keigo
Pinch-hit fic for Judie, also for the Tenipuri Secret Benefactor Secret Santa Exchange :D
I'm not used to writing AtoSana, I-I'm sorry for OOCness ;A; ♥;;
Title: When You’re Secretary to Atobe Keigo
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,438
Pairing: Atobe Keigo x Sanada Genichirou
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: A normal day in the life of Sanada Genichirou, secretary of Atobe Keigo.
When You’re Secretary to Atobe Keigo
"President," Sanada Genichirou let out between gritted teeth, as if saying it hurt his very soul. It did, actually, but then again, being Atobe Keigo's secretary wasn't exactly the most painless jobs in the world.
The fact that Atobe Corp. was the number one corporation in Japan didn't matter much really -- what was really painful was the fact that Atobe Keigo was standing at the top of it, and Sanada Genichirou was probably the stupidest man on earth to work for such an egomaniac, much less fall in love with, but he'd already learned how to live with that.
...The stupidest man on earth part, not the working for Atobe Keigo part.
"Mr. Lim will be meeting up with you in Kyoto at 10, and you’re expected to be at Hyotei Gakuen by 2 to speak at the high school graduation. You have two meetings to attend today, one at 4 o'clock, and one in forty-five minutes,” Sanada grit out. He sighed exasperatedly. “Please get out of bed, President.”
Atobe, being the infuriating man that he was, simply let his lips curl into a smirk. “Aaahn? Genichirou, it’s 7 in the morning and you’re already wearing that business suit. While you look absolutely dashing, it’s a sad thing to witness especially after our passionate lovemaking last night.”
Of course, there was really no lovemaking last night (okay, maybe the other night…) but Sanada spluttered indignantly anyway.
“TARUNDORU!”
But Atobe was already walking towards the bathroom.
-
“President,” Sanada Genichirou let out once again between gritted teeth. (And his dentist always wonders...) “It is 8 in the morning and you’re supposed to be wearing business attire,” he said, sounding like the patient man that he was. (He couldn’t deal with this man like he did with Kirihara. Slaps of Doom were prohibited, according to Section 3, Verse XIV of the employee handbook.)
But nothing in the handbook stated that he could insult his boss’ fashion sense. “But instead you’re wearing that horrible flower-oriented shirt that would put St. Rudolph’s Mizuki to shame -“ (Atobe raised an eyebrow. “Who?”) “-combined with that hideous and also flower-oriented beach shorts!”
“These are of highly regarded brands and they are not horrible or any synonyms of the word,” Atobe pointed out testily, before returning to his elegant demeanor. “And I believe it is time for us to go, Genichirou.”
Sanada stared at him. “You are not going out in that - that -“
But Atobe was already out the door.
Sanada told himself to count to ten. Or fifty, just to be sure.
-
“President,” Sanada tried again, as Atobe sauntered over to his grand limousine and servants did some worshipping dance around him.
The maids, butlers, and even the chauffeur, sadly, did not make a comment about their master’s choice of attire, nor did their eyebrows even twitch. Sanada wondered if everyone in this mansion had no fashion sense.
(He had no right to say, really; during his school years, all his clothes were picked by Yukimura and Yanagi. Now, he didn’t have to stare at his phone for hours just struggling with his pride to call up his friends because you can never go wrong with a business suit. It’s perfect for any occasion.)
(…That, and he didn’t want to let Atobe pick out his clothes. Just look at that floral shirt he has on.)
He got into the limousine and slid next to Atobe, resisting sagging against the backseat. Let it not be said that he was not a professional at his work.
“Don’t look so cold, Genichirou,” Atobe murmured, curling an arm around Sanada’s shoulders.
Sanada looked at him darkly, an eyebrow raised as if asking if he was serious with that statement.
Atobe, being Atobe, was unfazed.
Then Sanada realized that the company was that way.
-
“President,” Sanada tried once more. He was starting to sound exasperated. That simply cannot do. He was a professional. “Why are we in the airport?”
But Atobe was already boarding the plane.
When Sanada asked him again, almost growling, Atobe looked at him, smirked, and said:
“I can’t hear you, the plane’s too loud.”
-
“President,” Sanada started, five hours into the flight. He had wanted to give his lover the cold shoulder for the rest of the trip, except he hadn’t really calculated on the flight being this long. Obviously their destination was nowhere near Japan. He mourned heavily at the thought of the mountains of paperwork that would be waiting for him (and Atobe, of course, but really, mostly him, since he was Atobe Keigo’s secretary.) in the office.
“Yes, Genichirou?” Atobe called from the lounge across him, looking happier than five minutes ago since Sanada finally decided to talk to him… except that also meant that he was also looking more arrogant.
“Where are we going?” Sanada finally asked, quite amiably. The five hours of silence had given him time to make the transition between a state of wanting to commit violence to a rather apathetic state of serenity.
And Yukimura didn’t know what he saw in kendo.
“It’s a secret,” Atobe replied.
Sanada really wished he still wore his favorite cap on so he can pull it down and pretend like he didn’t care about the world and Atobe Keigos.
-
“President,” Sanada started, a bit woozy. It was probably around 11 pm in Japan, and even though he managed to get some sleep in the airplane, fifteen hours suspended in the air does things to you. Nevertheless, he started walking, and didn’t say anything when Atobe put an arm around him and held him firmly, leading him away from the plane.
Behind them, maidservants began hastily unloading their luggage that Sanada didn’t know they had packed.
“President,” Sanada tried again, when he figured that he was already walking more or less straight. He was a man after all - had to look and walk like one. “Where are we?”
Atobe flashed him that big, egoistic smile of his. “Atlantic Ocean.”
“…OCEAN?”
-
“President,” Sanada said as soon as they got into another one of Atobe’s limousines that was to drive them to whoever knows where. He didn’t even know which part of the globe they were. Island in the Pacific Ocean wasn’t exactly very specific. “Need I remind you about Mr. Lim, Hyotei Gakuen’s graduation, and the two meetings that you were supposed to attend yesterday?”
“It’s a bit too late for that now, don’t you think, Genichirou?” Atobe replied as smoothly ever, looking cheeky.
Sanada hissed. “Tarundoru.”
Atobe’s eyes softened. “I know.”
And he refused to speak for the rest of the ride.
By the time they reached the beach resort, everything was already arranged. Pillows fluffed, bathrobes ready, luggage unpacked, rose petals in a tub full of water, dinner prepared. Or maybe it was breakfast. It was the middle of the night in Japan, but evening had just started to darken the skies wherever they were.
Instead of taking a bath or eating though, Atobe led Sanada straight to the bed and they slept like the dead until morning.
-
“President,” Sanada breathed out as he looked at the view before him - and he wasn’t even out of bed! The bare view of the ocean just a few feet away beneath the glass wall, and the blue and white horizon right in front of him.
Yesterday, the curtains were drawn, but now all curtains were wide open, and the breakfast laid out on the table smelled good.
But he still felt troubled.
“The paperwork -“ he started, but Atobe cut him off with a loud sigh.
“For the past week, Genichirou, I’ve done three weeks worth of paperwork. As for the appointments you think I have this week, I postponed them all. We’re both on leave right now,” he said, quite contented with himself. Then he shrugged. “Hyotei Gakuen postponed their graduation next week.”
Figured that Hyotei would postpone its own graduation just to fit the schedule of Atobe Keigo.
“Why are we on leave again?”
“’Cause I said so,” Atobe said, which was a good enough reason for more than half of the population of the world. “Now eat.”
And then Sanada realized just why Atobe took them to who knows where in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and away from civilization.
“Keigo,” he started.
Atobe turned to him, surprised.
“You overworked yourself just for this,” Sanada muttered under his breath. He got out of bed, and walked towards the table right by the window where croissants and tea lay. “Tarundoru,” he sighed.
Atobe smiled.
“You’re welcome, Genichirou.”
end
Comments and concrit are very much appreciated! m(_ _)m :"> ♥
I'm not used to writing AtoSana, I-I'm sorry for OOCness ;A; ♥;;
Title: When You’re Secretary to Atobe Keigo
Author: ieatchu / shikanashi_kk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,438
Pairing: Atobe Keigo x Sanada Genichirou
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis and all of its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: A normal day in the life of Sanada Genichirou, secretary of Atobe Keigo.
When You’re Secretary to Atobe Keigo
"President," Sanada Genichirou let out between gritted teeth, as if saying it hurt his very soul. It did, actually, but then again, being Atobe Keigo's secretary wasn't exactly the most painless jobs in the world.
The fact that Atobe Corp. was the number one corporation in Japan didn't matter much really -- what was really painful was the fact that Atobe Keigo was standing at the top of it, and Sanada Genichirou was probably the stupidest man on earth to work for such an egomaniac, much less fall in love with, but he'd already learned how to live with that.
...The stupidest man on earth part, not the working for Atobe Keigo part.
"Mr. Lim will be meeting up with you in Kyoto at 10, and you’re expected to be at Hyotei Gakuen by 2 to speak at the high school graduation. You have two meetings to attend today, one at 4 o'clock, and one in forty-five minutes,” Sanada grit out. He sighed exasperatedly. “Please get out of bed, President.”
Atobe, being the infuriating man that he was, simply let his lips curl into a smirk. “Aaahn? Genichirou, it’s 7 in the morning and you’re already wearing that business suit. While you look absolutely dashing, it’s a sad thing to witness especially after our passionate lovemaking last night.”
Of course, there was really no lovemaking last night (okay, maybe the other night…) but Sanada spluttered indignantly anyway.
“TARUNDORU!”
But Atobe was already walking towards the bathroom.
-
“President,” Sanada Genichirou let out once again between gritted teeth. (And his dentist always wonders...) “It is 8 in the morning and you’re supposed to be wearing business attire,” he said, sounding like the patient man that he was. (He couldn’t deal with this man like he did with Kirihara. Slaps of Doom were prohibited, according to Section 3, Verse XIV of the employee handbook.)
But nothing in the handbook stated that he could insult his boss’ fashion sense. “But instead you’re wearing that horrible flower-oriented shirt that would put St. Rudolph’s Mizuki to shame -“ (Atobe raised an eyebrow. “Who?”) “-combined with that hideous and also flower-oriented beach shorts!”
“These are of highly regarded brands and they are not horrible or any synonyms of the word,” Atobe pointed out testily, before returning to his elegant demeanor. “And I believe it is time for us to go, Genichirou.”
Sanada stared at him. “You are not going out in that - that -“
But Atobe was already out the door.
Sanada told himself to count to ten. Or fifty, just to be sure.
-
“President,” Sanada tried again, as Atobe sauntered over to his grand limousine and servants did some worshipping dance around him.
The maids, butlers, and even the chauffeur, sadly, did not make a comment about their master’s choice of attire, nor did their eyebrows even twitch. Sanada wondered if everyone in this mansion had no fashion sense.
(He had no right to say, really; during his school years, all his clothes were picked by Yukimura and Yanagi. Now, he didn’t have to stare at his phone for hours just struggling with his pride to call up his friends because you can never go wrong with a business suit. It’s perfect for any occasion.)
(…That, and he didn’t want to let Atobe pick out his clothes. Just look at that floral shirt he has on.)
He got into the limousine and slid next to Atobe, resisting sagging against the backseat. Let it not be said that he was not a professional at his work.
“Don’t look so cold, Genichirou,” Atobe murmured, curling an arm around Sanada’s shoulders.
Sanada looked at him darkly, an eyebrow raised as if asking if he was serious with that statement.
Atobe, being Atobe, was unfazed.
Then Sanada realized that the company was that way.
-
“President,” Sanada tried once more. He was starting to sound exasperated. That simply cannot do. He was a professional. “Why are we in the airport?”
But Atobe was already boarding the plane.
When Sanada asked him again, almost growling, Atobe looked at him, smirked, and said:
“I can’t hear you, the plane’s too loud.”
-
“President,” Sanada started, five hours into the flight. He had wanted to give his lover the cold shoulder for the rest of the trip, except he hadn’t really calculated on the flight being this long. Obviously their destination was nowhere near Japan. He mourned heavily at the thought of the mountains of paperwork that would be waiting for him (and Atobe, of course, but really, mostly him, since he was Atobe Keigo’s secretary.) in the office.
“Yes, Genichirou?” Atobe called from the lounge across him, looking happier than five minutes ago since Sanada finally decided to talk to him… except that also meant that he was also looking more arrogant.
“Where are we going?” Sanada finally asked, quite amiably. The five hours of silence had given him time to make the transition between a state of wanting to commit violence to a rather apathetic state of serenity.
And Yukimura didn’t know what he saw in kendo.
“It’s a secret,” Atobe replied.
Sanada really wished he still wore his favorite cap on so he can pull it down and pretend like he didn’t care about the world and Atobe Keigos.
-
“President,” Sanada started, a bit woozy. It was probably around 11 pm in Japan, and even though he managed to get some sleep in the airplane, fifteen hours suspended in the air does things to you. Nevertheless, he started walking, and didn’t say anything when Atobe put an arm around him and held him firmly, leading him away from the plane.
Behind them, maidservants began hastily unloading their luggage that Sanada didn’t know they had packed.
“President,” Sanada tried again, when he figured that he was already walking more or less straight. He was a man after all - had to look and walk like one. “Where are we?”
Atobe flashed him that big, egoistic smile of his. “Atlantic Ocean.”
“…OCEAN?”
-
“President,” Sanada said as soon as they got into another one of Atobe’s limousines that was to drive them to whoever knows where. He didn’t even know which part of the globe they were. Island in the Pacific Ocean wasn’t exactly very specific. “Need I remind you about Mr. Lim, Hyotei Gakuen’s graduation, and the two meetings that you were supposed to attend yesterday?”
“It’s a bit too late for that now, don’t you think, Genichirou?” Atobe replied as smoothly ever, looking cheeky.
Sanada hissed. “Tarundoru.”
Atobe’s eyes softened. “I know.”
And he refused to speak for the rest of the ride.
By the time they reached the beach resort, everything was already arranged. Pillows fluffed, bathrobes ready, luggage unpacked, rose petals in a tub full of water, dinner prepared. Or maybe it was breakfast. It was the middle of the night in Japan, but evening had just started to darken the skies wherever they were.
Instead of taking a bath or eating though, Atobe led Sanada straight to the bed and they slept like the dead until morning.
-
“President,” Sanada breathed out as he looked at the view before him - and he wasn’t even out of bed! The bare view of the ocean just a few feet away beneath the glass wall, and the blue and white horizon right in front of him.
Yesterday, the curtains were drawn, but now all curtains were wide open, and the breakfast laid out on the table smelled good.
But he still felt troubled.
“The paperwork -“ he started, but Atobe cut him off with a loud sigh.
“For the past week, Genichirou, I’ve done three weeks worth of paperwork. As for the appointments you think I have this week, I postponed them all. We’re both on leave right now,” he said, quite contented with himself. Then he shrugged. “Hyotei Gakuen postponed their graduation next week.”
Figured that Hyotei would postpone its own graduation just to fit the schedule of Atobe Keigo.
“Why are we on leave again?”
“’Cause I said so,” Atobe said, which was a good enough reason for more than half of the population of the world. “Now eat.”
And then Sanada realized just why Atobe took them to who knows where in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and away from civilization.
“Keigo,” he started.
Atobe turned to him, surprised.
“You overworked yourself just for this,” Sanada muttered under his breath. He got out of bed, and walked towards the table right by the window where croissants and tea lay. “Tarundoru,” he sighed.
Atobe smiled.
“You’re welcome, Genichirou.”
end
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