I'm really inconsistent… Hn.

History is next~!

According to the beyblade wiki, Julian is 18 in Metal Masters… Is it just me, or does he look older?

We were all a bit tired on the way to History. Makes sense. We don't usually run all over campus during Lunch. Unless we're told to make a poster in the Art Room. That's another story, though.

Julian opened the door to let us in. His face bore the usual bored scowl that could unnerve anyone who looked at him. But for some reason, he seemed even more irritated. That couldn't be good… or maybe it could. Who knows?

Upon taking my seat, I noticed the source of Julian's irritation. In the swivel chair at the front of the classroom sat the infamous inventor of the Sugar Cake. Yu Tendo. His legs were swinging back and forth, for he could not touch the ground with them. Julian glared at the blonde.

"Can you leave now? I have a class." He asked, gesturing to the door.

Yu shook his head violently. "Nope! I don't wanna!"

Julian rolled his eyes, and decided to start the class regardless, hoping Yu would get bored and leave. He was a half right.

"Many groups of barbarians invaded Rome, aiding its downfall. The government started to corrupt, and it there was no longer a sense of pride in—"

"I'm BORED!"

"Then go away."

"No!"

"…"

"…"

"… As I was saying, there was no longer a sense of pride in being Roman—"

"Who would want to be Roman, anyway? That would stink! Being Japanese is totally better!"

Needless to say, my classmates were a little confused by this. The sugar-loving blonde didn't look Japanese in the slightest. Except his exceptionally large eyes that serve as the only thing normal human beings can associate with anime and Japan.

"I'm Italian," Julian points out.

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with being Roman?"

"…Nevermind. Can anyone tell me why there was no pride in being Roman?"

" 'Cause that'd be boring!" Exclaimed the green-eyed boy.

"…Yu?"

"Yeah~?"

"Go away."

"No!"

"Go bother someone, then."

"But they're all busy!"

"And that differs from me how…?"

"…You were closer!"

"…Aren't you supposed to be helping Ryuga?"

"Yeah, but he's scary!"

"…Ryutaro found cake in the freezer. You better go find him."

Yu's eyes lit up as he jumped out of the chair and ran through the door into the hall. Whether or not Julian was speaking the truth was yet to be determined. The elder blonde let out a quick sigh of relief before focusing his attention back towards us.

"Sorry about that, back to Ro—"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK came the sound from the courtyard door, opposite the one Yu had exited from.

Julian glared at the door. "Someone open that…" Luko complied, only to get squished as the person on the other side slammed the door open.

"JULIAN! CAN YOU HELP ME FIX THE ART ROOM AGAIN?"

Julian sighed, "How in the world did you mess it up again in such a short amount of time?!"

"Well ya see, there was this kid who deci—"

"It was a rhetorical question; I don't want to know. Anyway, please leave I'm in the middle of a class."

"Ah, come on…"

Zeo appeared from behind Jack, "Uh… Jack…?"

"Just a second Zeo…"

"Jack…"

"I'm in the middle of something!"

"Yeah, but I already got the Art Room straightened out!"

"Huh? Why didn't you say so! Never mind, Julian! Bye~!"

We all stare blankly as the door slams. Julian holds his breath, afraid to let it go for fear of…

Knock knock knock…

Julian sighed again, more heavily this time. No use suffocating, anyway.

Luko looked at him, "Should I…?"

"… go ahead…"

The door opened a bit slower this time. In stepped a man in a suit. He had shiny glasses and brown hair with a yellow lightning blot shaped strand hanging in front of his face.

"Oh. Hello Doji. Class, this is Doji. A boss-of-sorts for all the new teachers you have this week." Explains Julian; obviously not to thrilled with the newcomer. Doji, nevertheless, smiles creepily at us. Creeping out the rest of the class, as intended, but amusing Ankha, Angelique, and I.

"Hello, I've heard much about you from your principal. I hope you are adjusting to your new teachers. Now, I was just passing through, and I have somewhere to be, so farewell."

And with that, Doji left as quickly as he came.

Julian looked more tired and irritated than he did at the start of class.

Knock knock knock.

"Don't you dare open that door."

Tired. School night. End of Spring Break. Doji failure. Comedy failure. Everything else failure. I'm going to bed.