Warnings: Weird, Master-of-Death Harry; AU?

Pairings: None

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the handful of OCs and the plot.

Hiei=Harry

Rated T for cussing

Nijiimura sat down at his desk on his first day of second year, determined to ignore his homeroom teacher who was joyfully throwing self-proclaimed, 100% healthy chalk down a misbehaving student's throat. His seat-partner- Nanase Mina, a shy girl who was oh-so-wonderfully kind- gave him a small smile that was strained. He returned it, equally small, equally strained. Neither could blame each other. After all, everything was almost exactly the same as last year.

Same classmates, same seating-order, and worst of all: same crazy homeroom teacher.

The crazy teacher in question seemed to have decided that the misbehaving student choked down enough chalk and sat on top of the teacher's desk. The teacher was handsome, with messy black hair and almond-shaped emerald eyes. European features only enhanced it and a lithely muscled, lean figure was just icing on the cake. Most girls would have been swooning over the man if not for his crazy personality.

The teacher smiled a smirk at his students that was more familiar to his students then they liked.

"Welcome back to Hiei-sensei's classroom of doom, my little minions. I hope you enjoyed your summer vacation because it ended the moment you entered this classroom~"

Nijimura resisted the urge to groan. Why did Hiei-sensei have to be his homeroom teacher again?

Hiei eye-smiled at his students. Predictably they stiffened, having to have experienced that eye-smile before. It never ended in a good for the students.

"I have good news, my minions! I'm your homeroom teacher again. Which means I'm in charge P.E. and English again! Aren't you guys lucky?~"

Every student in the classroom paled, most probably having flashbacks of last year's P.E. sessions.

Flashback

Hiei smirked at the stiff students, which only made them more nervous.

"Today, little minions, we are playing Dodge-the-Rubber-Bullets. Don't worry. These don't bruise, but they hurt like a bitch. And bonus: these leave paint marks when hit with skin. For every bullet you get hit by, you'll run two laps around the school! Isn't that fun~"

With each word Hiei said, his class paled further. Hiei smirked before whipping out two guns.

"Game Start!"

Flashback End

It was a mystery to all the students Hiei taught as to why their teacher hadn't been fired for child abuse.

Shirogane watched with a slightly curious eye when his basketball captain for the next two years stumbled into the gym late, looking mentally exhausted. The first years that were gathered together for their placement test looked on curiously. The second and third years stopped what they were doing and watched.

Nijimura simply shuffled up Shirogane with a note. The aging coach read the note and the slight curiosity became grim sympathy.

"I wish you luck with Hiei as your homeroom teacher again."

At the name 'Hiei', all of the second and third years were sympathetic. The first years walked around curiously, wondering who this 'Hiei' was.

Nijimura just nodded before moving towards the locker room to change.

Shirogane~ Excuse Rainbow-Boy for his lateness, would you~

After all, he and his classmates were busy with my tortur-, I mean, assignments.

Thanks for everything

- Hiei

A/N:

I wonder what the tortur-, no, assignments were~ ;)