I don't own YYH or the Japanese Warlords.. otherwise.. I would be very rich --' which I'm not TT...

Italics are Hiei's thoughts

"..." are quotes

uh... --'' I feel like I forgot something... o rite please review and please don't be mean TT I'm very sensitive to insults ... just kidding. Please ignore the spelling mistakes and any other mistakes please... please..please TT

Ano... ... there's going to be Yaoi... nothing that will change how the characters normally act .. i hope --''... Sorry if its bad TT..

"Oh my,"

"Such a violent boy. What's he doing in our school?" A couple of gossipers whispered to each other.

"I heard he only got in because he's a good artist,"

"How could he be an artist? He's practically a worm compared to the others,"

"Quiet or he'll hear,"

Aristocrats

"Hmph, with his temper, he'll be out of here soon,"

"The sooner the better otherwise our school will be looked down upon,"

"That would be horrible, just because of this insolent brat,"

I hate them

"I'll go speak with the head-master. He'll know how to force someone of that status out of our school,"

"Did he say something?"

"Probably commoner words. He can't even afford a uniform,"

"Just because Matsumoto-sensei took pity on him, doesn't mean we should have to suffer his mistake,"

"Poor boy had his voice box taken out by some low life and we have to suffer because of it,"

"His fault, wandering around at night,"

Shut up

"He's the reason our family has to donate more money. Hmph, the boy is taking our school for granted. Thinking our school is some charity,"

Shut up

"What's going on here?"

"Jaganshi-san punched Sanryuu-san," A student replied pointing at the mute boy. Despite the many bruises and blood running down his temple, the sensei growled and pulled roughly on the already injured boy's arm.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Bastard, don't touch me.

Hiei pulled his hand back quickly avoiding anymore human contact. The red eyed teen left the school without turning back.

"Jaganshi Hiei? Here is your schedule. Wait outside your homeroom class. Your academic classes are all taken inside your homeroom. Any elective classes are in the southern building. Anything else that you are confused about, please ask your homeroom teacher," The woman at the front desk explained without looking up from her computer screen. Hiei left the room silently, glaring at everyone within a 10 feet of the glaring teen.

"See, this is short. I'm not short, you're just a tallape," A hand hit Hiei's back in a friendly matter.

Don't touch me, you fools.

Hiei wrenched glowering at the grinning fool who had touched him.

"What's your name, little guy?"

Fools, go away.

"Oi, Urameshi asked you a question," The tall oaf growled. Hiei simply glared before turning to walk away.

"Yusuke, you're going to be late again," A soft voice called out. Hiei turned his head slightly towards the voice.

"Oh come on Kurama. We're always late, not like the old goat can do anything about it," The boy named Urameshi Yusuke snorted. "Besides, I'm asking this runt a question."

"Who?" The taller boy, identified as Kurama, questioned. Yusuke turned his head.

"Where'd that kid go?" Yusuke, the school's most frightening student, fumed silently.

"I don't think you should bother him, Yusuke," Kurama, the school's pretty boy, sighed. Yusuke and the tall orange haired oaf stomped away.

"My, my. Someone seems to have caught Urameshi's attention," A brunette murmured.

"Unfortunately," Kurama shook his head. "Is it that interesting, Koenma?"

"Of course, another person gets to be beat down by Yusuke," Koenma, the school prince, grinned.

"I'll be seeing you," Kurama bowed then turned away.

"Right," Koenma replied with a wave and left.

Hiei made a sharp turn, avoiding all the other students.

Everyone here is a stupid fool with nothing better than to talk to other fools like themselves.

Instead of listening to the woman at the front desk's directions. He entered the room and sat down in the back room in the corner of the room.

"Jaganshi-san?"

Hiei looked up with a alarmed glint in his eyes.

"I'm your homeroom teacher, Asakura Jiroh," The teacher had black hair and extremely bored brown eyes, typical Japanese teacher.

Hiei continued to stare without much interest.

"Ok," He muttered. "I don't care if you're quiet or whatever. As long as you pass, no one even needs to know that you're in this school. Understand me?"

At least this teacher doesn't lie.

Hiei turned his head away and stared at the now filling room. No one had noticed him yet, a good thing. A pair of emerald eyes caught his eye at the entrance of the door but then vanished as it came.

"Alright class," Asakura-sensei shouted over the rumor driven class. "Does anyone know of the samurai named Oda Nobunaga? Because, if you don't. You're rather pathetic."

This was going to be easier than I thought.

Hiei hid a smirk by leaning down on his paper to write down some simple notes.

"Put your books away, we're having a test," Asakura-sensei announced covering a yawn soon afterwards. A paper was placed on his desk by another student who still hadn't noticed his presence.

1. What was Sanada Masayuki's son's name? Yukimura Sanada

2. Who betrayed Oda Nobunaga? Akechi Mitsuhide, nickname Hyuga no Kami.

3. Which clan was known for having their sons die at an early age? the Mori clan.

The test lasted a few more minutes with much scratching, scribbling, erasing, muttering, and shuffling of papers.

Pathetic fools.

"Time's up! Hand them in or fail.. not like you haven't anyways," Asakura-sensei snorted.