First Day
Today Cross was going to start his new job. With a mug of coffee in one hand, he walked towards the Principal's office. When he told his friends that he was going to be a kindergarten teacher at the Black Order of Saints Catholic school, they first laughed...hysterically. When he told them he was serious, they proceeded to make bets as to how long the man would last before running away from the kids screaming in horror. Cross gave himself six months; his friends gave him three days. Bastards.
When he reached the Principal's office, Cross was polite enough to kick the door in.
"It's called knocking Mr. Cross," Komui snipped, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Cross shrugged, kicking the door shut.
"My hands are obviously full," Cross replied, showing the cup of coffee and folder he had in hand.
Komui sat up straight when Cross took a seat.
"Now, you're going to be substituting for Miss Cloud. She's still trying to find herself by adventuring into the Amazon and fighting wild monkeys," Komui said with a serious face as he intertwined his fingers and rested his chin on top of them.
Cross raised an eyebrow.
"I trust that you've read the file on the children."
Cross looked at the folder that he completely ignored all weekend since he was too busy getting hammered to care.
"Sure did."
Komui smiled.
"Miss Cloud used to be their pre-kindergarten teacher. So I hope her notes on the children were helpful enough."
"Yeah, yeah, I couldn't put the folder down it was so engrossing." Cross took out a flask to Irish up his coffee.
Komui gave a nervous chuckle as he watched the man practically empty the flask into his cup.
"Well, should we go?" Komui stood up. "We have to make it before they unleash certain destruction upon your classroom."
Cross frowned getting up, grabbing his coffee and folder. "But they're like five."
"I know, so we better hurry," Komui chimed, smiling.
Before either man made it to the door, it flew open, letting in a very tired looking Reever.
"Principal Komui, I need you to go over these budget files," the haggard man pushed the plump folders in Komui's direction.
Koumi, finding any and every opportunity to thwart Reever's plans to get him to do work, waved a hand. "Oh! Reever! Have I introduced you to our new teacher?" Komui beamed and patted Cross on the back to encourage him to say hello.
"His name is Marian Cross. He's going to be substituting for Miss Cloud until she comes back from fighting wild monkeys in the jungle!"
Reever nodded, shaking Cross's hand.
"I'm Reever, his secretary. Pleased to meet you Mr. Cross. Now Sir about these files," he began turning towards Komui.
"Oh! Can't right now!" Komui quickly turned knocking the folder's out of Reever's hands. "I'm going to escort Mr. Cross to his classroom! Tata!" Komui sang as he looped his arm around Cross' arm and ran out of his office.
A stunned Reever was left with a sea of disorganized files behind them.
When the pair made it to the classroom, Cross threw Komui off of him. The Asian man laughed and being the utter gentleman, opened the door for Cross. The redhead went on ahead, expecting chaos and destruction to greet him in the form of screaming brats raising hell. Instead, he met his class, who were all sitting Indian style on the floor in complete silence.
"Class, this is Mr. Cross. He is going to be your new teacher this year."
Cross looked at the kids stare at him with blank and confused looks.
"So behave now! Not that I have to tell my darling little Lenalee to behave because she's the most well behaved girl here. I trust she's going to be your number one student Cross!" Komui practically gushed, hands clasped as he almost sparkled in joy.
Cross had already blocked Komui out when he started to talk and moved on to sit at the desk.
Komui took that as a sign to leave and waved goodbye to the children, who were just staring at Cross, an intruder on their turf.
"Okay brats, I'm your new teacher. Call me Master Cross, or Master." He picked up the attendance sheet.
No one said anything, instead they just kept staring, and it was beginning to creep him out.
"When I call your name, say here or make a general noise," the redhead said looking over the names of his class. They weren't in any particular order.
"Allen Walker."
"Here." Cross looked up to see a boy with white hair raise his hand. The man raised an eyebrow at the odd looking boy.
"Yuu Kanda."
Another child raised their hand but they chose not to speak. Cross figured the little girl was shy or whatever.
"Lavi whose last name I'm not bothering to pronounce."
"Here!" a cheery redhead exclaimed.
Cross marked him here. He saw Lenalee Lee's name and marked her here since Komui wouldn't shut up about her.
"Marie Noise."
A large kid raised his hand. Cross looked at him, furrowing his brow in confusion.
"How old are you kid?"
"Five," the boy responded.
Cross stared at the large boy who looked to be old enough to be a third grader.
"...right, Rhode Kamelot," he said next. A dark skinned girl with a short haircut raised her hand.
"Arystar Krory The Third."
A frightful hand was raised. Cross raised an eyebrow at the creepy looking kid with the white bangs.
"Miranda Lotto."
"H-here," a strained, scared voice responded. Great, now he had two creepy kids.
"Jasdero and David Noah."
The pair of twins raised their hands, the blond one looking at his brother, mimicking him.
"And finally, Bak Chan," Cross said.
"Here!" a Chinese boy raised his hand.
Cross closed his folder and looked at his class.
"Just because I took your attendance and said your names doesn't mean I'm going to learn them. So do any of you have any questions?"
The kid with the white hair raised his hand.
"Where's Miss Cloud?" Allen asked.
Cross paused before answering. He could tell them the truth about their missing teacher and say that she was trying to find herself in the wild jungle fighting monkeys. Or he could lie and say something that would leave an optimistic impression about their former teacher.
"She died. She went to the jungle to fight monkeys and she lost. They ate her."
In retrospect Cross should've bitten his tongue and bled to death right there because at the moment the entire class began to wail. The sounds they were making weren't even human as they threw hysterical fits over their presumed dead teacher who was eaten by monkeys.
He downed the rest of his boozed up coffee.
It was going to be one hell of a long day.
Note: So I decided to make Cross in charge of several children's lives rather than one. This way, everyone gets at chance at growing up screwed.