A/N: Alright, here's the first chapter to my, hopefully, new story Born from Darkness. I've had this idea since I began Dreams but I didn't want to start a second story since I already had a first one going. I think this story will, hopefully, be as good as Dreams but I don't really have a plot for this one yet so I'll have to spend some time on that. But I hope everyone will enjoy this one as much as Dreams. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Prince of Tennis. I just love to play in Takeshi Konomi's sandbox.
In the beginning of the world, there existed darkness among the light. It clung close to it, its powers growing over the years until it finally attacked the world. Sending half of its time into the pitch black night and allowing the light to govern for half the time it was use to. From the darkness came creatures of unimaginable strength. Vampires, werewolves, golems, ghosts, dragons; were all among those born form wickedness. But to counter the growing darkness, the light built creatures to defend the humans; Wizards, faeries, angels, unicorns, elves.
They were all given the power to save humans but it wasn't enough to balance out the scale. So, the light created a human, born from pure light, which could give the light enough power to safe them from slipping into the darkness. The plan worked. The human stopped the scale from leaning towards the darkness and started balancing it out.
For ten thousand years the creatures of light and darkness lived in harmony with each other under the blessed human's reign as each descendant of the first pure light human took control. But, the darkness wasn't going to give in just yet. It tempted the eldest heir of one generation. It showed him the seven deadly sins and that it was okay to indulge in each of them from time to time.
The son showed the humans these new findings and they soon grew jealous of the creatures of light and darkness. Why did they posses such powers when humans had nothing? Being controlled by envy, the humans killed a many creatures of light, as the darkness creatures had hid themselves well, knowing what the darkness had planned.
Finding that his son had been the one to blame for the sins, the current leader of the world exiled his son from their land. After the attack on them, the creatures of both sides took on human forms so they would not be attacked by the humans and they could live a normal life. The ruler spread his family out amongst the other countries of the world to hide their power as they were stronger together.
As for the exiled son, he continued to walk on and on until he finally took a boat to what is now Japan and settled down there. It's said that to settle the pure darkness in his heart, he leaked out darkness and created a hound to hold the dark power coursing through him. For his descendants, they were all said to heirs from the one born from darkness, any true descendant of the son has a hound to contain their dark power, but that's only if they need a storage place.
"And that my students, is how the world was until the betrayal as the Roman's and Greek's believed. They say that if the darkness had not tried to tempt the oldest son then we would have vampires and angels walking around our very street," Mrs. Yamamoto explained to her class. Hyoutei may have been a school filled with spoiled rich brats, but she enjoyed teaching her history class to them. It was on of the highest rated classes in the school for being a Greek and Roman history class.. "For homework, look over the story again. Expect a quiz on it tomorrow!"
As Mrs. Yamamoto finished, the last bell of the day rang, signaling that school was out and the students were free to go. Whether it was to go to clubs, home, or the mall, students jumped from their seats, excited to be free from the clutches of the school system.
"Yo, Jirou, what are you going to do since we don't have tennis practice today?" Gakuto asked Jirou as the two departed from their English class. The two were lucky that they had been put in the same class and fully enjoyed their time with Mrs. Yamamoto.
"I don't know. Probably get in another four hours of sleep before dinner. I didn't sleep all too good last night. I felt like someone was watching me," the slightly taller boy explained. Everything he said had been true but he hadn't felt like he had been watched. He had seen someone watch him. Two glowing eyes had positioned themselves at the window next to his bed and had been there until three am. Only then had the narcoleptic been able to fall into a deep slumber.
"But I sort of feel sorry for all of the students that have dogs in our English class. Every one of them must be thinking they're a true heir to the betraying son," Gakuto snickered at his classmate's stupidity.
"If someone's going to be a darkness heir, you'd expect them to have a black dog or another color that's dark," Jirou said. "Plus they'd have to act somewhat evil."
"Like buchou," Gakuto snickered and was greeted with a hard slap to the back of his head.
"So you're talking about ore-sama behind ore-sama's back?" not looking too pleased, Atobe ordered Kabaji to give him another bottle of juice from his bag.
"It's that time of the month already? Buchou, I really don't get why you have to drink tomato juice once a month," no one really understood why Atobe Keigo drank tomato juice once a month but the buchou claimed that it helped keep his skin clearer. After that, everyone left the topic alone. Everyone was different from each other and if Atobe needed tomato juice, so be it. It was just his way of clearing his skin.
"Yes it's that time of the month idiot. Ore-sama has already had three of these," draining the last of the bottle, Atobe handed it back to Kabaji who put it in its place.
Another good thing about the first day Keigo drank tomato juice; he cancelled practice for a whole week for no reason, something with not over exerting himself for the juice to work. It didn't really bother the other members of the tennis team. It was just a free week to do nothing but sit around and be lazy.
"Hey, do you guys want to come to the arcade with me, Yuushi, Shishido, and Ohtori? We're planning on spending some time there and then going to catch that new movie. What's it called again? Oh yeah, Hancock! Anyone up for it?" turning around to walk backwards, Gakuto looked at his teammates/friends.
"Sorry Gak-kun. I'm failing Geography and Kei-chan said he'd tutor me today," Jirou bailed on his teammate and Kabaji and Atobe also said no. With a final good-bye, Gakuto jumped ahead to meet up with those going on the outing.
"Alright, Jirou, let's get over to your house. Ore-sama can't waste any time today," pushing ahead, Atobe dismissed Kabaji and Jirou was forced to speed up to keep up with the taller boy.
"Thanks Kei-chan! I really appreciate you helping me," bowing, Jirou, thanked his friend a million times over before Atobe had a chance to speak. The pair had worked late into the night until Jirou had finally mastered the points they were supposed to know for a geography test on Monday. When one came around, they were finished and Atobe called one of his limos to come and pick him up.
"Look over those study guides ore-sama made every night," with a final command, Atobe seated himself in his limo and drove off to his own house.
'Kei-chan's amazing. Thank God I have him as a friend,' turning around to go into his own house, Jirou was greeted by two people, one he knew while the other he had no idea who it was.
"Well, well, well, it looks as though we found the boy that vampire is so obsessive over," the furrier of the two said. "Ne, Mrs. Yamamoto, can I keep him as a pet? He's so adorable."
No, Fukunaga-kun. We came to capture him for ransom, not as a pet," Jirou's English teacher was the other. "You must be surprised Akutagawa-kun. After all, it's not every day you get to meet two werewolves."
"Werewolves? But you said it was a story made up by the Romans and-"Jirou was silenced as the furrier knocked him back off his feet. Fukunaga was getting even furrier and he was starting to grow a wolf-like snout.
"It seems as though you caught one of my lies. All of those "stories" are real. Why else would my son be turning into one of those "creatures" right now?" cackling evilly, Mrs. Yamamoto grabbed Jirou by his collar and lifted him off the ground. "You're just another pathetic human. Why would any creature be interested in you?" Even though she was talking to herself, she was squeezing the crap out of Jirou's neck. He needed oxygen and quick! "I've changed my mind. I won't let you live. If you ever go back to school you'll blab our secret to the world and I can't have that. I enjoy teaching those human idiots too much for one human. Good bye, Akutagawa Jirou."
Whipping him around, Mrs. Yamamoto threw him towards one of the brick walls surrounding the manor. A crash on them would have surely killed him had he not been caught right before he would have hit.
"Keigo, I thought you left," looking up at his savior, it was none other then the silver haired narcissist.
"Ore-sama had a bad feeling so ore-sama came back," setting Jirou back on his two feet, the two were distracted by a scream that came in Mrs. Yamamoto's direction. Above her bleeding, possibly dead, son was a large creature made of stone. It looked to be even taller then Kabaji and muscles that a body builder would be envious of.
"I can't believe you! You had a rock golem under your control all this time!" Yamamoto's fury was now focused in on Atobe, Jirou was now completely forgotten about.
"Of course, Kabaji's the only one ore-sama would trust with ore-sama's life," disappearing for a second, Atobe reappeared with his own hand wrapped around Yamamoto's throat. "I never liked werewolves all too much. They always seem to think they're better then me." As Atobe talked, he didn't notice that Mrs. Yamamoto had extended her claws and pierced the boy straight through the chest.
"And we always seem to out smart your kind in the end," tearing her claws from his chest, Yamamoto licked the blood clean off. "Stay where you are golem or I'll end his life." With a threat towards Kabaji, the silent golem stayed in his place as the former teacher made her way over towards the trembling Jirou. "In the end, a werewolf is always smarter then a vampire."
'Kei-chan's a vampire, Kabaji's a rock golem, and my history teacher's a werewolf, how much more screwed up can this world get? Keigo,' looking over at Atobe's body, Jirou saw that his buchou wasn't moving at all,' he gave his life to save me. Why'd he have to die? Why? WHY? WHY!'
As Mrs. Yamamoto reached her ex-student, she was propelled back by a strong wind that was forming around Jirou's body. When the winds died, Jirou was standing firmly on the ground with a mostly black German Sheppard at his heels. Pointing over at Yamamoto, Jirou ordered the dog to attack. Frightened out of her mind, Yamamoto fled the scene with the dog barking at her heels.
"Just as ore-sama had thought," Atobe was now in a sitting position with a regular looking Kabaji keeping steady pressure on his wounds.
"Kei-chan! You're not dead!" jumping on his buchou, Jirou couldn't have been happier.
"Kabaji, burry the body and clean up. We don't want Jirou's parents to get suspicious. I'll be fine for a couple hours. The blood I drank earlier will help heel the wounds," bowing, Kabaji left to complete his orders leaving Jirou and Atobe alone.
"Keigo, I didn't know you were a vampire! That's so cool! I guess all that tomato juice you drink is really blood. What's it taste like? You're so cool!" hugging his captain tighter, Jirou was amazed.
"Jirou, listen to me for one minute," unhooking Jirou's arms, Atobe set Jirou on the ground in front of him. "After what I've seen tonight and that dog that appeared out of no where, I have no doubt in my mind of what you are." The German Sheppard had padded its way over the pair and placed its head in Jirou's lap.
"What am I?"
"You're the heir to the one born from darkness."