You don't want to know what the fuzzle was doing, do you? You do? Okay, here you go, but Sasuke at least isn't going to like it. Pansy Parkinson won't be thrilled either...

Disclaimer: I don't own SDK, but nor do you. Unless for some twisted reason Akimine Kamijyo reads fanfiction. In English.

In an empty classroom, the first years had assembled (minus the fuzzle) to wait for Katrina, HK's erratic, homicidal sister. When she arrived, the general congregation was completely shocked by the fact that she had a fuzzle sitting, placidly, on her shoulder. She smiled brightly.
"Hello, class. This is my lesson, and will cover random stuff and whatever I feel like talking about. You will occasionally have the opportunity to introduce your own topic. This is not intended for your enjoyment, but for mine at mocking your stupidity. Any questions?" Every hand in the room other than HK's, who had gone to sleep, shot up. Katrina pointed at one at random.
"Yes?" The boy, who was too insignificant to have a name, due to the fact of his imminent death, stood up.
"Why do you have a fuzzle on your shoulder?" Katrina smiled.
"That is a very good question." The fuzzle launched itself from her shoulder at the boy, ripped his head off, and dragged the twitching corpse up to the front to eat it. Katrina's smile grew wider.
"Any more questions?" Yukimura cat-smiled, and clasped his hands together.
"Aww, it so cute!" This very loud squeal right next to her ear woke HK, and made her fall off her chair.
"Who what where when why fish!" Katrina raised an eyebrow.
"Who tells, how." HK grinned cheerfully, 'accidentally' knocking Akira's chair over on her way up.
"Me, on a laptop!" Katrina smiled.
"As I said, any more questions?" Sasuke raised his hand, and didn't wait for Katrina to point at him.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Oh, they're the six parts of a story. You need to have them all in the story, or article, or the people won't know everything that's happening." Shinrei raised a hand, following Sasuke's example in not waiting.
"Weren't we supposed to be doing something?" Katrina ignored him.
"Questions?" Pansy Parkinson raised a hand, and also didn't wait, figuring that since two ultra-bishis didn't have to wait, nor did she. She was wrong...
"Why did it do that?" Katrina rolled her eyes.
"I deem you stupid." The fuzzle leapt again, snarling. Pansy screamed and ran from the room. The fuzzle, smiling, jumped back onto Katrina's shoulder and began to groom itself, having eaten the corpse until nothing was left. HK grinned after Pansy.
"You go girl! And don't come back!" Yukimura smiled, and pulled HK back into her chair before she managed to tip every chair in the row.
"That's not very nice..." HK beamed innocently at him.
"I know. Hey, Katri, do you have a lesson plan, or can we talk about fuzzles? 'Cause Yuki has a new pet, and he might need some tips. " Katrina smirked.
"Of course we can talk about fuzzles. What do you want to know?" Yukimura smiled at her.
"What does it mean when they rub against your hair?" HK giggled, and leaned back in her chair to talk to Akira, who had moved to the other side of Sasuke because HK was annoying him.
"Might want to cover Sasuke's ears, 'Kira-kun." Confused but trusting HK to know what she was doing (a big mistake), Akira covered Sasuke's ears, which the latter didn't take to kindly. Katrina's smirk turned into an evil grin.
"Why, Yukimura, that is how fuzzles reproduce. Congratulations. You're gonna become a daddy." HK giggled.
"Not like it's the first time. Yuki got hair-raped!" Yukimura himself had a temporarily frozen moment, during which Sasuke managed to struggle free of Akira, although he had missed the important part. Katrina's grin grew, as she noticed that Sasuke could now hear her.
"Yes, Yuki-fuzzles should be popping up within a week." Sasuke was momentarily confused, then, the truth slowly dawned on him (when Akira explained it to him, whilst smirking evilly). The inevitable screaming was lost by HK's squeal, as she turned huge puppy eyes on Yukimura.
"Can I have one? Pleeeeease?" Yukimura nodded cheerfully, and HK giggled, then slapped a piece of duct tape over Sasuke's mouth. "Quiet, Sasuke, we're in a classroom." Katrina nodded solemnly.
"Please do not allow the children to roam loose. Baby fuzzles frequently rip random people to bits." HK nodded solemnly too, though her huge grin spoke otherwise.
"Which would be a problem if there were lots of important people here. However, there are so many insignificant blobs floating around we could afford to lose a few." Yukimura shook his head, though he was still smiling.
"But can you train the fuzzles?"
"Depends. Do you have a lot of red meat?" HK smiled.
" Well, we can pick from quite a lot of stuff, so yes, we can get some meat." Yukimura claped his hands together delightedly.
"I wanna teach it to dance!" Katrina shook her head.
"They're not very good at that, they tend to trip over their own feet." HK grinned.
"Or their fur. Or the feet of the people who couldn't run fast enough." Katrina nodded, then spread her arms.
"Okay guys, you may leave now!" HK glanced at her watch, realised it didn't work, and shrugged.
"I have no idea how long it is to our next class, lets just bother people!"