Don't worry, I'm still here~ Sorry for the super late update...

This part doesn't really have much to do with the plot (due to my stupid writer's block) so it's just a little drabble-type thing... And I just wanted to mention that the girl in this chapter isn't an OC, just a little side character-type person who won't appear in any future chapters. Just to clear it up~

Enough rambling, read on!

Disclaimer: Much to my demise, I do not own OHSHC or APH.

"Mr. Bonnefoy?"

The blonde looked up over the rims of his glasses. A girl with two short, honey-brown pigtails looked at him expectantly. "Yes, Emiko?"

Flustered, the girl fiddled with her skirt and looked down."Um, I was confused about the homework, that's all..." she said to the floor. She continued to pull at her skirt, now with less force since she had gotten her question out.

Francis smiled. "No need to be shy~" he said as he closed his book. "And as for your homework, I asked zhe class to write about a historical event zhat we have learned about from zhe point of view of someone involved at zhe time. It can either be an account from a bystander or someone more important; it's all up to you." He flashed a smile at the student, who'd stood up straight to listen.

"Any historical event we've covered?" she repeated, cocking her head to the side. "Does that include the ones from our previous teacher?"

"Oui, but wouldn't it be sweeter if you wrote a story about something I taught you~?"

The girl nodded, pink tinting her face. "O-okay... thank you Mr. Bonnefoy!" She started to walk out, but turned around at the door. "I, uh, really like your history lessons, they make everything feel so real, and it actually makes me think of how it might have been to live back then-" she squeaked and put her hand over her mouth,"Sorry, I was rambling..." Her pigtails fell, and Emiko was talking to the floor again.

"Well, it is a fascinating subject, because zhe rules are always changing. While you have textbooks, sometimes you can't get your head around it unless you dive in, to feel like you are actually part of something that may 'ave taken place centuries ago." There was a different tone to the teacher's voice, and Emiko looked up again. He had a face more genuine than she'd ever seen before. It was almost a sad smile- as if he was taking in a long-forgotten memory. Francis continued,"And even today, when you feel like nothing special is happening, somebody sometime in the future might be looking back at this moment right now..." When he noticed Emiko looking, his genuine smile was replaced by the one he normally bore: simple, but suggesting secrecy. "So, is that all? If you need any other help with the project, you can always come and see me~"

"Yes, um, that's all, thank you," Emiko turned on her heels and walked out the door. When she looked back at her teacher, she swore she hadn't seen sadder eyes than the blue ones that looked straight back at her.


Francis watched Emiko leave before he went back to his work. Relieved that teaching was over for the day, he sighed. In retrospect, it had been extremely ironic how he ended up teaching World History. Not that he minded re-living the past.

He had gotten used to the bustle of teenagers by now and learned to actually sit and enjoy the racket sometimes. Besides, he'd always wanted to feel like part of the crowd instead of monitoring it.

Emiko Watanabe was usually a quiet girl, so he was a bit surprised that she'd gathered the courage to ask him a question when everyone else was leaving. He'd seen her around school with people who would generally be the exact opposite of her, and she seemed to be put down a lot. He'd never said anything about it, just so he wouldn't get involved, and it didn't seem like she needed much help on her part. When someone chastised her for anything, she smiled, closed her eyes, and cocked her head to the side. He was never sure what she was saying, but he knew that she'd be taken as a joke if she kept doing that Nothing ever seemed to bother her. Francis could only think of how much some of those things she said actually hurt her on the inside, but still barely said anything directly to her face, slightly afraid of the side that no one got to see.

Francis hummed as he got to correcting students' papers. Sometimes he wondered how their previous teacher held up with so much work.


"Now, most of you are probably questioning why I didn't ask for your papers at zhe beginning of class," Francis said, walking about the front of the classroom. "Surprise! Instead of letting me read your papers by myself, a select few of you will read your papers out loud. If I don't get around to you today, I will see you after class." He smirked, taking in some of his students' worried faces. "Let's see you go first," he gestured at a boy at the front of the class.


"Okay, next... Emiko Watanabe," Mr. Bonnefoy called from the front of the class. It was nearing the end of the class, and apparently the heavens didn't listen to her mental panicking. Her face paled as she stood up. Her knees trembled from the gazes she felt from the rest of her classroom. Mr. Bonnefoy gave her a reassuring smile, and she took a deep breath:

"This may be the first and last time I'll ever write a letter to you. It may be too late be the time it reaches you, but I want to make sure you know that this was all my fault. I'm not scolding myself for speaking my opinion like I have been these last few years, but I don't want you to think that you brought this punishment upon me. I've been charged for heresy by the Bishop of Beauvais. It's been decided that I'll be burned at the stake sometime this month. I write this not so you can come and save me; I only wrote this to tell you just how much I love you, and that you'll never be forgotten. I know you must be saddened by this news, but I don't want this to ever stop you from being there for others. I want you to keep being the strong, flamboyant character you always were. I want you to keep living and keep helping others in your own little way."

Emiko looked up from her paper to look straight into Francis's eyes as she read the last lines,"Maybe, sometime in the future, there's going to be someone who will remember the moment I write this, or the moment you read this, and gain something whilst learning our story. I know I've never forgotten you, so don't you forget me."

Emiko paused, still looking at Francis. His eyes were filled with nostalgia, and he looked like he was crying on the inside- a half happy, half sad cry that was masked by a straight face.

"With love, Jeanne."