A/N: Here it is, a second chapter. This intorduces the plot. Not a whole lot is revealed this time around. As a warning, this has some weird humor. Or maybe it's not humorous at all and I just live in a warped world? Either case, this does have relevence if you stick with the story to the end. Well, enough of me, read on.

I don't own Prince of Tennis. Now you no sue.

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"Atobe, Jiroh, you'll be working together on this assignment."

Atobe nodded at the teacher and then glanced over at his teammate. Jiroh was in his standard position; asleep on top of his desk. At long last, the bell ending the day rang.

"Remember, this does require out of class work."

There was a collected sound of mumbling as all the students quickly gathered their things to head for their respective clubs. As always, Atobe had to wake Jiroh up.

"Did you even hear anything?"

Jiroh sleepily opened his eyes and stretched.

"No."

Atobe could not help but quirk an eyebrow at him.

"At least you're honest. Anyways, we're partners in the class pro-"

The tennis buchou was unable to complete his answer as he suddenly found Jiroh's face not two inches away from his own.

"What? Really? That's so cool! We get to do something together!"

"What has you so excited? It's a class assignment, not a tennis match."

Atobe had to take a few steps back as he gradually grew uncomfortable with Jiroh hovering right in front of his face. His action however did not deter the other boy in the least bit.

"Yeah, but still, we never get to do partner stuff."

"Partner stuff?…"

Jiroh gathered his things as he was ushered out the door by Atobe while continuing with his explanation.

"Yeah, you know…like, uhhh…, things you do as partners."

"You do realize you merely restated your first comment."

"C'mon, you know what I mean…We don't do stuff together like those two from Seigaku or even like Otori and Shishido."

Atobe had to use his magnificent skills of inference to understand what Jiroh was saying.

"In other words, you want to do more things together outside of class and tennis."

"Yeah!"

he just shook his head as they both walked towards the tennis courts. On their way, they ran into Sakaki who was currently balancing a stack of papers. He looked over and saw Atobe and Jiroh.

"Whoa, whatcha' got there, Coach?"

"I have a huge stack of papers to grade, Jiroh."

"But you're a music teacher."

"Yes, what is your point?"

"What papers do you grade in a music class? I mean…It's a music class."

"…"

Atobe had to quickly turn away to hide his growing smile from Jiroh's questioning. Sakaki just stared blankly at Jiroh for a moment before shaking his head and turning his attention towards Atobe.

"Atobe, I planned on attending practice to go over special exercises, but as you can see, I am unable. Please go and tell the other members that practice is cancelled."

"Of course."

"Very good. You may go."

He would have executed his signature hand gesture, but thought against it when he suddenly felt the papers begin to slip. He quickly readjusted his grip and began walking cautiously down the hallway.

"Aw, man! I wanted to play you again!"

Jiroh seemingly pouted all the way down to the clubhouse much to Atobe's amusement. When they finally reached their destination, all the other members were changed and assembled. Atobe walked over to where the non-regulars were milling around and ordered them to clean up the courts and then they could leave.

" So tennis practice got cancelled?"

Atobe looked at Otori and nodded.

"Coach wanted to go over something but was unable. So, practice has been cancelled. Go do whatever it is you people do."

"You people?"

Shishido and Hiyoshi shot quick glares at the tennis buchou while Otori kept a hold on their shoulders trying to get them to let it go.

"What did Coach have to do?"

Oshitari adjusted his glasses out of habit and herded Gakuto into the clubhouse to get their belongings. Atobe followed them with his eyes and shrugged.

"He had to grade papers."

"But he's a music teacher! What the heck kind of papers could he possibly have to grade?"

Atobe about snorted as he was trying to contain his laughter. Gakuto's voice could be heard from inside the clubhouse as he too was the only one brave enough to question their coach. However, Jiroh's inquisition was innocent while Gakuto's was not.

"It's not safe nor conducive to one's health to question these things, especially when dealing with Coach."

Oshitari calmly and quietly attempted to shut his doubles' partner up in his own unique way.

"Hey, Atobe, you wanna do something?"

Atobe felt a tug on his sleeve and looked over at Jiroh who was staring up at him much as a puppy does when begging. He could not help letting a sigh escape his lips as he decided to give into Jiroh.

"Why not? Besides, we can discuss our project. So, where do you want to go?"

Jiroh took a few steps back and scratched his head thoughtfully.

"Oh I know! There's this place that everybody says has really good parfaits! Let's go there!"

"Sure."

"What are you guys doing now?"

He glanced over at his shoulder and noticed the other regulars just standing there and listening to his conversation.

"Why do you want to know?"

Oshitari gave him a silky grin.

"Because we're going to join you of course."

"Yeah, somebody's gotta chaperone you two."

Atobe turned around and stared straight at Gakuto who suddenly began to regret his little remark.

"Ore-sama will remember this comment at the next practice."

With that, he smartly turned on his heel and began walking away. He smiled to himself when he heard Gakuto groan and Shishido begin to snicker.

"Jiroh, let's go. The rest of you may follow if you want. It is perfectly understandable that you would want to be near the glorious shining brilliance that is ore-sama."

He continued to grin inwardly as he heard one gigantic sigh behind him. Jiroh had already begun to walk away and was motioning for Atobe to hurry up.

"C'mon. It's this way."

Atobe and the other regulars followed after Jiroh and each were soon lost in their own conversations. As usual, Shishido and Otori began talking quietly about one thing or another while Oshitari and Gakuto looked like they were planning something. Hiyoshi, as always, was a little bit behind the group and seemingly sulking for some reason. Kabaji followed a little distance behind Atobe and was currently the resident bag boy. Jiroh was walking happily along side Atobe and pointing things out when they passed something interesting.

"You do know where this is, don't you?"

Hiyoshi curtly asked Jiroh. Atobe glanced over his shoulder at the grumpy second year.

"Of course. It's over there."

Jiroh pointed a little ways ahead. Sure enough, there was a small corner shop that had a huge picture of a parfait. Hiyoshi nodded his head and then quickly made his way towards the shop.

"I'll get a table."

Atobe switched his stare to Oshtari and Gakuto and quirked an eyebrow questioningly. The doubles pair attempted to look as innocent as they could and failed. They just had that naturally sly, guilty countenance.

"Why do you look at us?"

Oshitari feigned insult and innocence while Gakuto nodded beside him. Atobe merely shook his head to let them know that he did not believe their innocence. In actuality, he did not even want to know what they said or did to make Hiyoshi uncomfortable. With the Hyotei tennis team, it was always better not to question them.

"Hey, hurry up you guys!"

Jiroh had moved ahead and was already standing halfway inside the shop. Hiyoshi was at one of the outside table and hiding at the far corner of the table. The Hoytei members followed Jiroh into the shop and began to decide on what they wanted.

"Hey, that looks good. Yuushi, get that for me."

The tensai looked down at his teammate.

"Why should I buy your snack?"

"Well, why not? We are doubles partners and doubles is all about dependence."

"First, how does that even bear any relevance to buying you a parfait? Second, why are you copying something from Seigaku, the team of your quote, unquote sworn nemesis, Kikumaru? Thirdly, in no way am I inclined nor required to do anything for you outside of the tennis courts."

"Why are you putting up such a fuss now? You didn't complain last time."

"Eeto…Shishido-san, what does he mean by the odd way he said 'last time'?"

Shishido quickly gathered his composure and led Otori away from the other doubles team for fear of the innocent Otori being corrupted.

"Just don't think about it. It's not good to trust them…So, what do you want? My treat."

"What? Really Shishido-san, you shouldn't."

"I want to. Besides, call it thanks for taking time out to practice with me some more."

"Well, okay. But I really don't mind practicing with you. But thank you very much, Shishido-san!"

Shishido chose to ignore the gagging noised behind him from Gakuto. He just ordered for the both of them and stepped off to the side. The other doubles pair approached the clerk and began their order. Oshitari ordered for both him and Gakuto much to the other's delight. However, that moment was killed when Oshitari opened his mouth again.

"Oh, and he'll be paying."

Before Gakuto could say anything, he was already standing to the side with the others leaving the other to foot the bill. Gakuto glared daggers as he dug out his wallet and grumpily paid the cashier.

"You'll pay for doing that later."

"I look forward to seeing what you can dish out, Gakuto."

Once again, Shishido felt the impulse to cover Otori's ears and move him far away from the other two. The second year stood next to Shishido looking away.

"Shishido-san…Why does it feel like I just heard something very inappropriate?"

"Just…stay away from them…I just…Never mind."

Oshitari and Gakuto both grinned triumphantly at making the other doubles pair to squirm. Atobe shook his head as he overheard or rather lacked the ability to block them out. Kabaji quickly ordered without any interesting events and it was soon Atobe and Jiroh's turn.

"What do you want? Ore-sama will get it."

"Really! Way cool! Thanks Atobe!"

"Wait, why didn't Atobe pay for ours. It's not like he can't afford it."

Gakuto, as always, was first to complain and first to not think about what he said.

"Because you invited yourselves and in no way is ore-sama obligated to buy anything for a fool like you. Besides, Jiroh is the one ore-sama actually likes. Actually, all of them are better than you."

Without even waiting for a reply, Atobe turned his back towards Gakuto effectively ending the conversation.

"Did you hear that? A fool! I'm not the one that's-"

Oshitari wisely slapped his hand over Gakuto's mouth before he ended up saying something else that would dig his grave deeper. He leaned over and whispered something in his ear for all to hear.

"You should be quiet now, Gakuto. Your mouth has such a nasty tendency to get you in trouble."

"What's with you today? You're complaining a lot about things you normally don't mind."

There was a small gasp from Shishido who quickly shoved the two parfaits into Otori's hands and quickly led him outside to huddle at the end of the table with Hiyoshi.

"How juvenile."

Oshitari glanced up at Atobe who stood nonchalantly through the whole conversation. He smirked slyly at the tennis buchou as he grabbed two parfaits.

"Maybe, but it is truly entertaining, na, Gakuto?"

"Heh, you bet, Yuushi."

Atobe shook his head as they walked out of the shop to join the others at the table. After what seemed like an eternity, everybody finally had their parfaits and were enjoying themselves. Oshitari and Gakuto continued to banter on much to the embarrassment of Shishido, Otori, and Hiyoshi.

"So that's what we have to do…What's wrong?"

Jiroh sat poking his parfait in an almost depressed manner.

"I don't like it. They did it wrong."

"Then go tell them to fix it."

"But there's a huge line now."

He looked up and motioned towards the inside of the shop where there was a bit of a line. When he glanced back at his dessert, he was surprised. He no longer had the same parfait. This one was chocolate and all fancy looking. Jiroh looked over at Atobe and noticed that he was eating his parfait.

"There. I don't see how you could not like that one since it is simply chocolate and ordered by none other than ore-sama."

Atobe looked out the corner of his eye at Jiroh who was smiling flowers and rainbows.

"Hurry up and start eating it before it melts."

"Right. Thanks Atobe!…Hey, did you mean it when you said that you liked me?"

"All things said by ore-sama is nothing but perfection and truth."

Jiroh grinned at him and then promptly went back to enjoying his new parfait. Atobe cracked a small smile as he watched the other boy.

"I didn't realize you could be so considerate of others."

Oshitari grinned at him from the other side of the table. Atobe shifted his gaze and trained his eyes on the Hyotei tensai.

"Once again, ore-sama is caring for those who are actually likeable."

The other boy smirked and shrugged. He turned towards Gakuto and glanced at him mischievously.

"Seems I made it onto Atobe's naughty list as well."

"Who cares? We already know being naughty is so much more fun than being nice."

Atobe's eyebrow lightly twitched as he heard a thud on the table as the souls promptly left the bodys' of Shishido, Otori, and Hiyoshi leaving Oshitari and Gakuto snickering uncontrollably.

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A/N: Yay, another chapter completed. As far as Oshitari and Gakuto are concerned, I wasn't really sure what i was planning on doing with them at first. I have always been curious as to why they are called the Naughty Pair. Personally, I'd rather not know. But I do know that Oshitari can be crafty and who knows? Maybe he enjoys seein others squirm by his superior wit and oh so sexy voice? Anyways, take it how you want it. Hope you all enjoyed!