Chapter I

6:47 AM.

Not a good start in my first day of being a teacher.

Standing in a crowded train, my worried and frustrated eyes always shooting back down to my silver and violet wristwatch which slowly ticked away the time. My right foot taps impatiently on the thick plate of steel beneath me; this definitely was not my day.

I'm late for my first day of work, I caught the wrong train, and now I have approximately 3 minutes and a half to get to Houtou high school and report myself to the principal and staff. I hissed in irritation, was it just me or was this train ride going on for more than intended.

I glanced to my side peeking through the small crack between the busy crowds, nervously gripping onto the strap of my shoulder bag the sudden memory of my interview had flashed into my mind as if it was just yesterday. (Actually it WAS only yesterday)

I took a deep breath and nervously waited sitting on the chair right by the headmasters' office, I looked down at my dark chalk skirt and smoothed out the collar of my matching gray blazer. I knew I was going a bit over board with this simple interview but when my friend next door had said that a lot of crazy stuff happen in this school I thought maybe my mundane personality will never be compared with their lively school spirit.

Sighing I decided to wander around the school for a moment as the assistant, Yaone, had suggested while I wait for the headmaster to be ready or even the deputy. I kept in mind that I needed to come back in about half an hour for my interview. Taking another deep breath I stood to my feet and stretched my arms out in-front of me, examining the long and slender fingers I spotted the small scar on my ring finger where that simple accident had occurred, smiling slightly from remembering I set off down the empty hallways of the high school and glanced around the bland walls that was surprisingly empty for a school.

You're probably asking; who is this chick? What's she doing?

Well my name is Chisaki Miyazaki, and right now I'm currently applying for a job as a music teacher at this school, Houtou high. Why this school? Yes, everyone knows this school has been known for their unusual students and also of course for their almost ridiculous but very charismatic teachers, especially their headmaster.

Genjo Sanzo, I have known the headmaster since my childhood and it's no surprise that we have yet another time of meeting. My family was special friends with father but when my family had all passed away from a sudden fire caused by some idiots his father and he had gladly accepted me into their home. But of course being the nice person I was I didn't want to be a burden to them. So I worked hard until college where I was eventually old enough to look after myself, they didn't want to let me go but I insisted. But then only a couple of months later Sanzo had called me one night reporting that his father had been murdered by some intruders that had thought of barging into their home with no apparent reason.

I rushed to his side almost immediately but when I arrived I heard that from the police that the boy had fled from home with his things and left her a note if she came. Reading it I grew a little angry but understood his departure and left the matter alone it was until a couple of years later had I made contact with him again. He said he was fine and said he had been running a high school in Kyoto.

I was happy of course that he had finally contacted me and being elated I had decided to move to Kyoto to meet him there. But when I had arrived I heard from locals that the headmaster had disappeared for quite sometime, actually he was gone for so long they had decided to close the school for some time until her came back. It was then did I learn of the school's past and how everything was run in there.

A friend of mine who had also told me stories of that school recommended that I apply there for a teaching job since I was still rather new and in need of a job. Agreeing I got myself ready and now this is where it led me.

But why was I nervous? Well I was never good with interviews and socializing, either that or I was actually afraid of meeting Sanzo again after so long. In the flesh I mean, our contact broke years ago and now he's suddenly reporting in after so long… Confusion suddenly hit me.

I shook my head, I swear if I thought more about this I think I'm gonna get a migraine.

Coming to a stop in-front of a open door, I noticed some strange noises emitting from it, harsh breathing a sudden low growl and a moan. Curious again I took a silent and small step towards it and peeked inside, I noticed the surroundings were similar to an infirmary and it was an infirmary.

Looking into the room even further I noticed the air was thick and almost humidifying, there was a strange yet familiar and bitter smell in the air, I had to hold my breath for quite sometime as I silently investigated the inside.

I tried to hold in my gasp as I saw the sight before me, there right on the bad was a completely naked red haired man and right beneath him was a fair skinned looking woman that looked a little older than me but not quite. Her long blonde locks were scattered all over the sheets and his own red hair fell on her skin and made contrast with her own tan skin.

Gasping softly as the man had cast his eyes up I quickly whirled around to press my back against the wall and place a hand right over my mouth to lid the gasp that threatened to fall out again.

"W-wh-wha…?!" I whispered in shock, my eyes flew wide open as I heard a different noise and a voice followed afterwards.

"What was that?" I recognized the voice as girls, raspy and tired obviously by how rough the man had been with her.

"Nothing," he replied clearly not interested in stopping their fun now.

"I swear I could feel someone watching us." The woman continued.

"Look, you really wanna cut the mood right now?" he said "Right in the middle of this?"

There was a pause, she was probably being reluctant.

"No," she said with a soft moan.

I stared at the empty wall with shock, is this the kind of trouble these teachers go through?

No longer being able to take the stun I decided to rush back to get to my interview, shutting my yes tightly I wished I had never had to come across a situation like that!

Spotting the empty seats right by the office, I rushed to the spot where I had been sitting and clutched my shoulder bag to my chest.

"No way…" I whispered to myself still stunned from the encounter "Aw man!"

"Ano… Miyazaki-san?" a familiar voice greeted my ears.

"Eh?" I looked up from the ground and loosened my clutch on the helpless suffocating bag.

Yaone smiled from the doorway, a clipboard pressed against her chest.

"Are you ready for your interview?" she asked chastely.

Blinking, for a moment there I had forgotten what she meant but when I realized the silence had been long enough I jumped up from my seat and blushed lightly from embarrassment.

"Y-yes," I replied.

"Then please come in, Genjo-san and Kougaiji-sama are waiting for you," she informed me with a bow as she beckoned for me to follow her inside the room.

Kougaiji? I thought looking up into the ceiling. I had obviously never heard that name before and now I was sure about to find out who he was.

Taking a quick moment to smooth out my skirt and blouse I took a step inside the room and saw that the room was quite dark besides the light that came from the partly opened windows. The room was quite big, complete with a desk in the middle of the room, large windows at the back, a couple of bookcases pushed up against the corners and a couple of more casual items.

Glancing around for a moment my eyes eventually settled onto the middle of the room where the wide desk sat and a beautiful blond man sat behind. Another man stood right next to him, he had tan skin and long dark red and violet hair. He must be Kougaiji, oh now I remember.

I've heard that the deputy principal in the school was the especially unusual one in the school, with his dark hair, tan skin and scary dark eyes he was also known to be great enemies with the headmaster himself. Pushing the thought out of my mind I was seated into a comfortable padded chair right in-front of the desk, I stared at the figure before me. The light from the windows behind him hiding his features in a dark shadow as it casted from his back, I shifted quite uncomfortably before noticing the patient look in his eyes. Typical Sanzo.

"Good morning, my name is Chisaki Miyazaki," I said forcing out a rather over confident smile, mentally kicking myself for acting like a cocky bitch in-front of him.

"Hn, you never change do you Chisaki?" he said in a almost dark yet monotone voice.

I relaxed, seeing as he had not changed at all causing me to felt more comfortable.

"Look who's talking Sanzo,' I said casually my smile dropping into a more gentle one.

I watched him shift from his position and lean forward, I finally saw his face.

Trying not to let shock take over me I then realized… He was beautiful, I could barely believe it. After all these years he had changed, he looked much more… different than before.

"And I see you haven't cut your hair," he pointed out letting a small smirk break from his lips.

"You know me," I replied "But it looks like you have changed a little."

"How so?" he asked suspiciously, leaning back in his seat once again.

"You look more…" I knew that being Sanzo's friend I needed to be blunt wit him, as he was always to me. If I had a bad hair day his comments would always be 'Did a bomb go off in your scalp or something?' or 'You should be a monk, they never have bad hair days.'

"What? Mature?" he suggested "Older, much more good looking?"

"Feminine," I finished struggling to hide the smirk on my face.

He suppressed a soft chuckle and wheeled his chair to the side.

"Sanzo, will you please get on with you're job and stop socializing with the woman,"Kougaiji sighed.

I smiled and gave the man a look which indicated that he was right.

"Hn," the man grunted before picking up a thin folder on top of his wooden desk, tugging of a rather slim thickness of paper he held it in-front of him and placed his glasses on from his head.

Quickly skimming through the words he stole a glance at me before speaking once more.

"So you're applying for a music teaching job," he asked not taking his eyes off the paper.

I nodded chastely as a reply, a rather long pause lingered on making the air thicker and thicker in awkward silence. I glanced over at Kougaiji who caught my gaze with his dark eyes, I looked away slightly frightened by the look and looked over at the other side where Yaone stood by Sanzo, she looked cheerful, I could sense a nice cloud of joyful aura that seeped out of her which made me glad that at least she was not that bothered by the silence. After some time he spoke again, but his words this time surprised me to the bone.

"Alright. You got the it," he said.

Doing a quick 'anime fall' I regained composure as I exclaimed back in reply.

"What do you mean "I got the it'?" I quoted, this was a joke right, if I was somebody else I would've been jumping for joy now but of course it was different for me. I had wasted my time practising my replies to the questions and also planning my outfit for this day!

"What, don't you want the job?" he asked me chastely, and irk mark appeared on my temple but it quickly faded as I chose to accept his blunt decision and went along with it.

"I do want this job, but can I just ask you something?" I requested.

"You just did but go ahead," he mocked making me frown but go on.

"Is this school even worth it?" I asked bluntly, even thought I expected no reply I was ready for whatever came my way. I heard a snort form Kougaiji and struggled to keep me from glaring at the man, I also noticed a rather shocked look from Yaone after I had turned my attention from the other man.

Sanzo leaned in again over his desk and rested his chin over his clasped hands.

"Worth it?" he repeated rhetorically "Hm. Well I don't really have an answer for that."

"Eh?"

"If you really want to know you're gonna have to take the job and find out for yourself," he smirked at my expression which I quickly changed indifferently.

But my brows furrowed into a quick frown before I stood from my seat and placed my hands atop the table.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked trying to show who irritated I was.

"Depends, do you think it's a challenge?" he shot back.

Seriously, this man was getting on my nerves. I never knew how Sanzo had changed so much, I knew he was definitely much nicer before than now and that part was almost infuriating.

"Fine. I'll take the job," I replied with elation, I never knew it was that easy.

"Good, you may begin tomorrow." He said wheeling his chair away to the side and slipping his glasses off. "Come by my office at 7:00 don't be late."

And that was that.

I got the job.

Little did know how this 'job' was going to change me forever.

I sighed softly, hanging my head in slight shame as I had remembered those very moments; a sudden thought had suddenly struck through me. That red haired man…

Blushing wildly I shut my eyes and clutched the strap of my bag my bag.

God, please tell me he didn't see me.