Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray Man or its characters. I do own the plot of this. Any resemblances this may contain to situations that happened in real life are purely coincidental. Pffft no actually this is sort of a combination of what happens throughout the day to me. I have very interesting friends.

Well, enjoy this random fic I came up with.

Kanda scowled at the classroom and its occupants. Why was he here again? Oh, right. Apparently there was Innocence somewhere in the school. Stupid Finder. If he ever found out which one was responsible for spinning this crazy tale…

And to top it off, he wasn't allowed to bring Mugen on school grounds. Honestly, how was he expected to fend off Akuma without Mugen? Stupid school. Stupid finder. Damn it all.

Currently he was in something called "homeroom."

Why did school exist at all? I mean, sure you might need to know a few words, but these people should become finders or something instead of wasting their lives away doing pointless activities.

He let out another irritated sigh, allowing the murmur of conversations fade away.

Well it could be worse, he decided, crossing his arms as he waited for the teacher to assign him a seat. At least the Moyashi and the baka Usagi weren't –

"Hi Yuu-chan~!" a sing-songy voice shouted. Shit.

Kanda wanted to scream.

"Hello Bakanda." FUCK.

No, he wanted to tear out someone's throat.

WHY WAS THE MOYASHI HERE? He wanted to scream. STUPID KOMUI WHY DID YOU SEND THE BLOODY BEANSPROUT HERE?

Pretending he hadn't heard his fellow exorcists, he cleared his throat politely and tapped the teacher's shoulder.

"Ahem, can you assign me a seat as far away as possible from those two, please?" he asked, jerking thumb at Allen and Lavi.

The man turned around. Curly locks fell messily around his face and over his forehead. He appeared to be of Portuguese descent, seemed about twenty-seven years old, and wore strange, swirly glasses.

"Sorry," he said silkily. "The seating chart can't be so easily changed around. You're sitting in the same table as them."

He looks familiar… Kanda thought to himself.

The teacher took off his glasses and smirked. For a fraction of a second, his skin turned dark, his eyes turned yellow, and black stigmas peeked out from beneath his bangs. Then his appearance changed back to a more human-like one.

Holy fucking shit was that Tyki?

Yep. No... this was a purely fictional chapter. Tyki was never my teacher, nor does he really resemble any of them. So uh… read and review? I promise it'll get better later… And if you read my other fics, I swear I'll work on them. I'm already halfway through the chapter for both of them. I've just sorta hit writer's block and stuff. You know how it is.

Oh and yeah, this was a pretty short chapter. Sorry. I just wanted to see if you guys would like it. I don't want to spend ten hours on something no one is going to read. It just makes no sense, right?