Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis. If I did, there would be Yaoi forever (:

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Summary: He is the most powerful. He is the ruler of Darkness. But that boy, a mere human. He isn't any thing special, is he?

Pairing: Adorable, side pair of Silver and Dirty.

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"But Buchou," Jiroh pouted, following Atobe to lunch, "where'd you get it? It even had your name in the story! No fair!" he shook his head dramatically. "I wanna be a vampire and have a book written about me, too!" Atobe sighed. The boy just wouldn't give up.

"Ore-sama's parents had the book written about Ore-sama's family, because of Ore-sama's magnificent prowess." Atobe smiled, adding lot's of 'ore-sama's to the sentence, so, hopefully, Jiroh would be confused.

"But it's not fair." Jiroh stomped his foot childishly. And sat down at the table. "It's just not fair at all." He tugged on Atobe's clean jersey. "Hey, do you think that you can write a story about me?" All he got was a blank stare. He giggled, "Because, obviously, I have enough prowess as well!" and he skipped off to annoy Gakuto.

Atobe sighed, and thought back to his conversation with his dad…

"What happens if someone found the book?"

"Well, then, Keigo. We'd be in big trouble."

Atobe nodded, slightly afraid of the tone his father was using. "What do you suppose we do to fix the problem?" He asked, hoping that he wouldn't have to memory-swipe Jiroh or anyone else.

"Fix it. Our whole existence being in secrecy depends on it." And the dial tone, signaling that his father had hung up.

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"Jiroh-san, please stay after class."

"Hai, Sensei!" Called the energetic boy, skipping lightly to the front desk. He stopped and waved at his teacher. "I'm here!" The teacher spared him a look, a grimace passing over her features. Was she… angry about something?

"Sensei?" Jiroh asked, cautiously. "Sensei, are you alright?" And then she jumped, or attacked was more like it. Jiroh reeled back in surprise, confused by his teacher's actions. What was happening? Was something wrong?

"So it's you, hmm? Give me the power."

"W-what? Sensei, what are you talking about?" Jiroh ran to the back corner, terrified.

"Go away." The deep commanding voice. He knew that voice. It was Atobe-buchou! "Go. Now." And the teacher stayed still, then slightly trembling, she changed. Her face turned scaly and a metallic green. Her fingernails sharpening. And grotesque, tattered wings coming out from her sides. "Or we can do it the hard way," Jiroh could hear the faint tone of happiness coming from the statement.

Jiroh's eyes closed, and he waited for all the noises to stop. He wouldn't dare look to see what was happening to his teacher. When everything felt still, Jiroh's eyes opened. "W-what was that?" He asked, a tone of accusation put into his voice.

Atobe had the decency to look guilty. "A Nymph." Jiroh stared, confused.

"Like… a fairy?"

"No, like an evil, disgusting creature that is a nuisance to the world. A Nymph." And he sat down next to Jiroh. "And it would be best for you to not get involved with them. They are power-hungry demons, sent to take all energy from anything living, in hopes of gaining the ultimate power."

"Ah, so that's what she meant." Jiroh nodded thoughtfully, then he saw the confused look on Atobe's face. "She told me to 'give her the power', or whatever that is," He smiled slightly, "But you saved me, Buchou! You're my hero! Forever and ever." And he jumped up, not noticing the hard gaze that Atobe gave him.

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A/N: It's hard to write long chapters, so this one is short and sweet. Yeah, sorry about that. I've been having troubles writing. Vote on my poll! Uhmmm join my community 'CoffeeTeas Betas, Stories, and Favorites'. And… remember, I'm a beta reader! Okay, I hope that you review this suckish chapter. It makes me write longer, and faster. Wow, that sounded weird. Longer and faster. LOL sorry.