Seto Kaiba. He can do anything. So when he says he can be a teacher, he totally can. Just because he's Seto Kaiba. He walked down the hallway, the heels of his boots clicking. He held his briefcase in one hand, his other hand rested.

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart

People stared in amazement as the brunette made his way to his destination, the kindergarten classroom. Everyone thought Seto was kidding them when he said he could do anything, especially teach kids. He was serious. He was gonna show all those assholes that he meant business.

Death on two legs
You've never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You're just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide'
(I think you should)
Is your conscience all right?
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good feel good?

He walked into the room and all the children stared at him. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

The children were silent.

"Who are you?" One child asked.

"I am your superior. Your educator. I'm Seto Kaiba. You may call me Mr. Kaiba. Not Seto. Not Mr. Seto. If you call me anything other than Mr. Kaiba I will hurt you physically and/or emotionally. Is that understood?"

"Wait, why can't we call you Seto?"

"Shut up you worthless piece of SHIT! No one questions me!"

"I'm sorry."

"Yes you are! Now get the hell out of my classroom!"

"But..."

"NOW!"

The child sobbed and left the room.

"Asshole. Now, does anyone else want to speak up before I begin shedding some light on you low-class retards?"

The room was silent.

"Good. Now we'll start with the hardest subject of all. Mathematics."

"But we usually don't have any class on the first day."

"Well, I'm in charge now and you WILL be studying your hardest or you WILL fail. And if you fail, you'll get to come back and be a kindergartener next year. So if you want to go to first grade I suggest you shut up and listen, little girl."

"I'm a boy."

"Well you look like a girl. I suggest you tell your parents that so they can fix you."

The child started crying.

"Cry a river, build a bridge, and GET OVER IT. So, tell me what 2+2 is."

"We haven't learned that yet."

"Ugh, dumbasses. Okay, Take the number two, and add two more to that two and what does that give you?"

"Five?"

"NO! Five? That's not even reasonable! You add two to two! It's not rocket science!"

"Science? I thought we were doing math!"

Seto facepalmed himself. "You are the dumbest children I've ever had the DISPLEASURE of working with. Two with two added is FOUR! I don't know what your parents have been teaching you, but they need to correct themselves of you people will end up like Katsuya Jonouchi."

"Who's that?"

"Someone you don't want to be like."

The lunch bell rang.

"Alright, leave me and go eat. You can't risk your brain losing nutrients or you'll become even dumber."

The children left.

"I think that went pretty good for a first class."