"Then you square the…" Hiten stopped short of his lecture to glance over his shoulder. Most of the high school students were furiously writing in their notebooks, trying to keep up with the red symbols on the board. Were they processing what he was saying along with the equation? He doubted it, but so long as he was working he expected them to pay attention. You couldn't bullshit calculus, and he'd be damned if a majority of his class failed because they were as lazy as he had once been.

"Rika!" He shouted in his husky tone. His brows furrowed as the girl lifted her head off the desk. "Tell me how to finish this." He gestured to the mess of numbers on the board and the girl gave a blank, confused stare. Mixed with her confusion was obvious embarrassment. Yes, Hiten made sure he knew how to humiliate the few who challenged his abilities.

"I…I…" She started stammering, glancing at her notes as if they'd jump out and give her the answer. Hiten put the cover on his red marker and placed it on the sill of the whiteboard, slowly approaching her desk in the middle of the room with pursed lips. "I don't understand." She whispered quickly as he loomed over her notes.

"Yeah, and I doubt your saliva over here will help you out." He remarked under his breath, looking over to her with an angered expression. She bit her lip nervously. "What the hell are you doing sleeping during my class?" He was whispering, knowing the rest of the class was listening in.

"I just…I didn't sleep well last night and-"

"So then sleep during one of your bullshit electives!" He was yelling now, and while some classmates giggle, most sunk down in their seats. They'd all be doing extra work at home now. "My class isn't where you take your little fucking pity naps! If I wake up and roll my ass out of bed at five in the morning every day, I expect you to at least pay attention in a class you chose! Do you understand me? Do you need me to speak slower? Is this all one big joke to you, the shit I teach?" His arms went in all directions as his rant got faster and louder.

"N-no…" She was on the verge of tears.

"Get out; get out now before I do something I'll regret."

"Hiten, this is the second time you've been reported this week…" Naraku sighed as he leaned back in his office chair. The principle peered over the letter and over to the calculus teacher. He was so temperamental, but he was a mathematical genius. If this school hadn't improved so much since he'd been hired, Naraku would have gotten him fired a long time ago.

"Not my fault." Hiten averted his gaze and slumped in his seat.

"Hiten! Are we still going for drinks tonight?" Bankotsu poked his head in the room and Naraku scowled.'

"School hours, get out!" He pointed in the direction opposite of the door. Hiten sighed and nodded as the history teacher let himself in.

"Hey, tell your sister I'll call her tonight." Bankotsu blinked and Naraku glared, pulling a spray bottle from under his desk and spraying the younger man with water. It was labeled in capital letters with a sharpie 'BANKOTSU'. He only laughed and ran out of the room. "Call me when you're out, Hiten!"

"Why aren't you teaching?" Naraku got to his feet, slamming his palms on his desk.

"Lunch!" Bankotsu called, though his voice was distant and Naraku knew the conversation was over. He sat back down and cleared his throat, adjusting his tie and focusing back on the letter.

"So…like I was saying…" He let out a droned sigh.

"Look, do you plan on firing me?" Naraku wished he hadn't grown fond of the younger teachers here. As troublesome as they were, they seemed to get the job done. And as much as they picked at him, he knew in the end they respected him. Their jobs were serious, even if they didn't always handle it that way. The man in front of him? Right, he knew every calculus formula off the top of his head. That's why he was here and that's why Naraku took pride in him.

"I'll let it slide, again. Just remember, if you get taken to court for harassment or, God forbid, assault, I'm cutting you loose. Don't let this happen again this month." A month seemed short but Naraku knew his temper, as well. He was giving him a leeway, but that didn't necessarily mean it was all going to be easy this time around. "I'm signing you up for anger management."

"What?" Hiten's back shot up in disgust as Naraku shuffled through some papers.

"It works wonders, and you need tips on staying patient with these kids. You made three girls and a boy cry since September, Hiten." He looked up flatly.

"So?"

"So, it's only late-November. If this continues, it not only looks bad but parents baby their kids so much now that it will lead to a law suit. This school cannot afford a lawsuit, do you understand?" He pushed a paper to Hiten across the desk and folded his pale hands. Hiten growled in his throat as he looked down to it. "If you want to keep your job, you'll do it." His tone was dry, serious. Hiten could tell.

"Fine. I'll do the best I can, don't have a car." He shrugged and got to his feet, folding the paper and stuffing it in his pocket.

"Good, thank you." He stood up and formally shook his hand. He could hear the braided man mumbling his complaints under his breath, already worked up again. If he was lucky, it would be a peaceful day.

Naraku buried his face in his palms and sighed. He knew better than to hope for that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the characters mentioned.