P.S- this is a revised version. After rereading the old version, i realized there were a lot of mistakes in grammar so here's the re-editted version. It's still not perfect but its much better. Thanks for the heads up ZuZu!

Blood Hounds Playing School: The 1st Lesson

All attention gathered towards the door. A lone man, tall and slender, and carrying a small black bag entered the classroom with confidence, staring callously at the teacher with the intention of intimidation. He flicked his grey fringe out of his eyes and introduced himself calmly as if it had been rehearsed beforehand.

"I'm new here. My name's Akira." His voice was stern and steady, carrying no hint of fear or anxiety. As he took another step towards the teacher, he couldn't help but notice how unhygienic the classroom was. Bits of paper and used chewing gum littered the carpet; many of the gum blackening with age. The air was also musky as if the room hadn't been aired out in weeks.

"Ah, you're the new transfer student, right?" The middle-aged teacher, unshaven and obviously acne-prone, greeted Akira in an awkward fashion. Something about the man suggested he wasn't too eager about getting a transfer student into his class.

"Yeah." The grey-head nodded once, though he knew he had another motive for attending that particular school.

"You come from Kyoto, yes?"

"Yeah." Akira deliberately lied.

In actuality, Akira belonged to a small organization whose sole purpose was to eradicate evildoers who remained hidden from government supervision. He was personally sent to infiltrate the school and arrest the perpetrator behind the 'Line' distributions. Akira didn't know what kind of drug Line was but he would comply with his orders dutifully with no complaints. As an undercover 'exchange student' he was given the important task of digging up information about the school, the drug incidents and of course to smoke out the perpetrator behind the 'line' activities.

"Well then, please take a seat. Do you have your text books with you today?"

"Uh…no."

"No problem." The teacher's eyes wandered around the classroom. "Keisuke!"

"Agh!" A timid-looking guy jumped from his seat, fixing his tousled brown hair and averted his gaze away from Akira for some uncanny reason. "Y-yes sir?"

"Would you mind sharing your books with the new student?"

"Of course." Keisuke's face lifted. As he inspected the guy, Akira noticed something strangely familiar about the moronic kid. Whatever it was, he forced himself to ignore the hunch and proceeded to head towards the desk next to Keisuke's.

"…"

Akira tilted his head a little and noticed that the guy was staring at him intently, causing him to be uncomfortable and a little irritated. He was compelled to shift away from Keisuke in order to avoid conversing with him - Akira wasn't the type to socialize after all – but the brunette had already started speaking to him.

"…Akira?"

The grey-haired man grudgingly turned his head towards Keisuke. "What?"

"No way…it can't be you…"

What the fuck is this guy talking about? "What are you…" And then it suddenly hit him. He did know the guy. How could he have forgotten after all these years? This brown-haired moron in front of him was THE Keisuke he knew back in the days when the orphanage was still standing. They shared some great memories together and remained close friends until they grew up and moved on with their lives. Sure, Keisuke wasn't exactly the coolest of friends Akira had but he had to admit that having a loyal puppy by your side 24/7 was a nice feeling.

Unfortunately, now wasn't the best time and place to catch up with a childhood friend. In all honesty, Akira felt that Keisuke would be a hindrance to him and his mission. He didn't have time to baby-sit an incapable man, nor had the willpower to humour him.

"Keisuke? Oh…"

Keisuke reveled at Akira's dull, yet familiar response. "It IS you!"

"Oy! Keep it down! I'm running a class here!" The teacher was about to chuck a piece of chalk at Keisuke but refrained from doing so, remembering how dirty the classroom already was. "Keep your mouth shut or I'll send you to the principal's."

The brunette blushed in embarrassment and returned his attention towards the books which lay in front of him. Akira decided he would speak with his long lost friend after class was finished.

After everyone left the room for recess, the two gazed curiously at each other, wondering what to say to the other whom they had not seen for years. They knew for sure that fate brought them together again but Akira wished they had reunited elsewhere. He was sure Keisuke would be harmed if he remained with him for the duration of his mission and he absolutely did not desire to see someone close to him get hurt. With the kind of personality Keisuke had, Akira knew he'd have to protect him from danger constantly and he had no time for that sort of commitment. As of now, he could only be seen as a pest until the completion of his mission.

"Akira…it's been too long. Where have you been all this time?" Keisuke's eyes lifted, as did his smile. He, for one, was overjoyed by their fateful encounter and took this chance to mend their relationship, regardless of any objections the other may have.

"I've been traveling places with my foster family." Akira lied cautiously. He took extra care not to spill anything about an underground organization or his true purpose for attending that particular school. "I'm just staying in Toshima for a while so you'll be seeing me around often. Good for you, eh?"

"Aren't you happy to see me?" Keisuke pouted. "We haven't seen each other for so long…"

"Yeah well, here I am." Akira was never the one to speak a lot of banter and he probably would never change that aspect about himself, though he did feel bad for not opening up to Keisuke a bit more. After all, they've been through a lot together.

"Want a tour around the school? I'll show you around!" He eagerly took Akira's hand and pulled him out the room and into the busy hallway. Akira didn't reject the offer though. It provided the perfect opportunity for him to learn about the schools interior and - hopefully - clues that could give him a lead to the Line culprit. He thought of asking his friend a few discrete questions about any strange activities around the school.

"Keisuke, can I ask you something?"

"Of course. Do you need a place to stay? My house is always free!"

"What?" Akira grimaced.

"N-never mind." Keisuke scratched the side of his forehead with embarrassment. "So what was it you needed to ask me?"

Ignoring the strange prompt, Akira bluntly began asking questions. "Has there been any strange things happening inside the school? Like for instance… any drug syndicates running amok maybe? Anything like that? I'm just…curious about how this school works and what happens around here since I came from a rather, uh, prestigious school." He knew he wasn't being subtle at all but seeing as it was Keisuke he was talking to, who was rather naïve and dense, Akira felt that it was safe to speak frankly to his friend. And if Keisuke did suspect something, Akira could just make up another lie and he'd be gullible enough to believe it.

"Drug syndicates? Haha, not that I've heard of. I mean, if there were junkies in the school, the Student Council would definitely do something about it."

"Student Council? Hmm…" The student council would surely know what was going on around their school and if anyone had any information about Line, it would most likely be them. "Keisuke, are you part of the Student Council?"

"God, no. I wouldn't even go near their meeting room."

"Why not?" Akira shook his head and refocused. "Never mind that. Can you take me there?"

"Huh? No way! You're thinking of joining those guys? Oh man, you don't know what you're getting yourself into." As always, Keisuke jumped to conclusions before Akira could even explain himself. "Well, I can show you where they are but please Akira, don't join them. As a friend, I'm begging you." His plead to Akira appeared sincere, though it was puzzling to see why anyone would be afraid of the student council. Weren't they essentially the protectors of the school?

He reluctantly led Akira to the Student Council room, which was pretty hard to miss since it was the only room with a shiny silver plaque on it, blatantly labeled 'Student Council Room'. Keisuke stood far from the entrance as if the room confined creatures of the dark, ready to unleash their bloodlust to anyone who came near. Akira walked right up towards the room with indifference and raised his fists to knock on its door until his friend yanked him away.

"Are you crazy! Don't do that when they're in the middle of a meeting!" He hushed Akira with a finger; his eyes wide with fear. "Man, I wouldn't even be standing here if it weren't for you. You know what? Let's get out of here. Now. Before it's too late."

The undercover agent simply waved the other away, focusing his attention on the door once more with renewed determination. Again, Keisuke impulsively clutched on Akira's arm as if he was holding onto a lifeline. "They can't be that scary. I'm sure they'll cut me some slack since I'm the newbie here. Let go of me, will you?" Akira shrugged him off and knocked on the door boldly. His friend however, being the chicken he was, withdrew back to his hiding spot, around the corner of the men's toilets. Akira scoffed, keeping his eyes forward. Miraculously they opened, as if his presence was expected. They opened wide and revealed a tall, looming figure- A man, who was more or less the same age as Akira and whose dangerous aura would frighten birds and mice from a mile away. Standing solidly on the ground, he looked down upon Akira with eyes of burning crimson. For some reason, Akira couldn't help but marvel at how well the man's black blazer suited him. The beat of his heart quickened when the man spoke.

"My, my. What do we have here?" His voice resonated smoothly. Any girl would have fallen in love with such a dangerous looking man possessing the voice of an aristocratic demon. Unfortunately the man's sardonic manner turned Akira off, not that he admired him in the first place.

"Sorry for bothering you but-"

"You should be." The man leered at Akira. "I presume you're the new kid everyone's talking about. Well, let me make it clear to you that rudeness and ignorance are values I don't respect. Perhaps you need to go back to your mother and have her teach you those values before you show yourself in front of me again." The man smirked, no doubt satisfied with the ridicule. "But putting that aside, what is it you want?"

To punch your face. Akira was very tempted to say those words but refrained from doing so, for the sake of his mission."I was just curious about the schooling system that's all. But if you're busy then I'll-"

"Oh? You're interested about our school? Well that's a first." His eyes narrowed, as did his malicious smile. "You're not as ignorant as those other fools who carelessly sit back and bask in the Utopia I've created for them. Heh, just kidding. But truth be told, there is nothing about this school that you would want to know about. It is merely an ordinary place where fools teach and idiots learn, with the occasional delinquency issues to be dealt with of course. What school isn't without its idiots causing problems -"

"Wait, delinquency issues?" Akira interrupted, with a revival of interest in his eyes. This could be it - the information he needed. "What do you mean by that?"

"That is not for outsiders to know about."

"What? Why not?" Akira retorted impatiently. "I'm a student here too so I have every right to know about what goes on around this school!"

"Hmph, what a fool you are." The man grabbed Akira by the collar and pulled him closer to his face as if inspecting him. "And just what are you intending to do with that information? I could kill you for prying into our business. Are you here to cause trouble, cause let me tell you – I have absolutely no tolerance for those who bite but aren't prepared to get bitten themselves."

Fear started to take hold of Akira, not because of the possibility that he may be found out before his mission even started, but because he could feel the malice and disgust behind the other man's words, and it made his body cringe like a little boy who just had his first-hand experience of getting yelled at by a teacher. He was trying to belittle Akira, and it was working.

"Why don't you apologize to me? I might forgive your insolence if you beg for it." The man gazed intimately into Akira's eyes, almost as if he was demanding submission. He grew irritated when his prey said nothing back. "Speak now!"

From the corner of his eye, Akira could see his friend nodding fervently at him. Keisuke was horrified and scared out of his wits, even though his friend was the one getting assaulted and not him. Everyone knew that opposing the Student Council meant years of misery and pain. Akira desperately tried to think of ways of getting out of the situation. What could he do? He didn't want to blow his cover- failure meant getting reprimanded.

"I…" Akira began but the words he was meaning to say did not come out. Apologize now and all is forgiven. He knew this, yet he absolutely detested the idea of surrendering. Especially to a man who used his high-status to crush others inferior to him. There was no way Akira was going to submit to the man. It was against his personal values.

"I can't hear you!"

"Shut up!" Akira pulled free from his grasp and glared dangerously at his opponent, who was bewildered by his prey's sudden rebellious stance. "I don't know what you're trying to do but I will not listen to someone who treats others like trash. I would have thought you Student Council assholes would know better than this, but to use your power to step on others is unforgivable!" Without waiting for a reply, he turned and stomped off. "Keisuke! We're leaving!"

"W-Wait! Akira~!" Keisuke sprinted eagerly towards his friend. He was beyond relief of the fact that Akira was safe from the Student Council's wrath. "Thank god, Akira. I really thought he was going to smite you!"

"And who do you think you're talking to? As if I'd let him break me," Akira rolled his eyes, "I'm sure he'll just think of me as another one of those 'ignorant fools' he hates so much. Relax Keisuke, He'll forget about me the next day."

"I hope you're right…"

As they both returned to class, Akira's spine crawled as if someone was watching him.