Have you ever wondered what it feels like to cry in the rain?

Such things didn't bother an certain Ex Headmaster at Youkai academy. He knew that sensation all too well. Today it wasn't raining and he had to put on a smile. After everything thats happened giving up now just wasn't an option. Mistakes, oh he knew a thing or too about mistakes. But he also knew how to laugh when it hurt and cover up how he really felt. In a decade or too all his sins would fade away. The only thing left after the fall out would be the scars no one could see.

With each step he took another influx of memories sputtered through the matrix of insecurities known as the psyche of Tsukune Aono. Amid the thousand branching paths of fate he had been led here. An classroom he knew all too well in a school that had been rebuilt several times. Youkai academy represented a great many things to a great many different monsters. For some, it was a shining example of human to monster cooperation. To others it carried a some what less prestigious yet equally precious title, home.

While Aono mulled over his lesson plan a thousand other things were happening across the world and many different dimensions. In another place, a different time, perhaps even a different universe other Tsukune Aono's were making their own mistakes. Maybe they were smiling or maybe they were crying in the rain. A thousand different places to call home, millions of different out comes, and a hundred ways to die all vying for their right to exist.

If Tsukune Aono was made aware of this fact who knows how he might react. Who's to say he hasn't already thought about it. Maybe as the bell rings and students file in he's thinking about it. All the outcomes, all the people he could have saved, and everything thats been lost to odds. Things could have been very different. Some where else they probably are different. But maybe, just maybe this Tsukune Aono has found a reason to smile. Here he has a family. Perhaps even a future. That, is enough for him.

Across the Ocean in the human world a certain blonde haired police girl pondered her lot in life. On one hand her brief employment at Youkai academy had been rather uneventful. She'd only killed a Chimera, met the Sailor scouts, killed a vampire hunter, taken part in the destruction of Hogwarts, and taught three or four different courses. Compared to her escapade at a summer camp in new England three years ago this was a snore fest.

Life has its boring parts and it has its exciting bits. If she stormed the under world and blasted through legions of deceased worriers every summer then it wouldn't feel quite so special. Ever since she defended England from an army of Nazi vampires all those years ago her life had been in a constant state of flux. Who's to say tomorrow she wouldn't battle Chuthulu in order to save a princess. Life it seems can't be predicted. Even in un death things can be really hectic sometimes.

No matter what happened she'd be alright. Because she is a bad ass motherfucking vampire, and she loves cannons, and she has eyes for days!

Yep. Evil is F###ed.

In one other reality things were quiet. Because a barely post pubescent Tsukune Aono had their eyes wide open in horror.

"That, that could have happened?", he finally gathered the courage to ask.

"Yes", answered his friend Akko-chan.

She lowered her magic mirror and tried to asses how he well he was taking this. Judging from the thousand yard stare and deathly complexion, not very well apparently. She understood. After all magic can be scary sometimes. Maybe he was going to into shock.

"That . . . that girl in the mirror. She had the same name as, and she looked just like Mocha from school. Thats so weird. The very idea of her being a monster in a different reality."

"Yeah, he-he. Really weird."

Miss Kagami decided not to mention that Mocha didn't have a reflection in her magic mirrors. She'd almost broken Tsukune with her demonstration earlier. No reason to go all the way now.

"Hey, Tsukune. You have to promise not to tell anyone about this"

He nodded. Then he got up and walked away. Today had been really really weird.

AN: I would like to personally apologize to any one who wasted their time reading this story. I wish you all the best of luck in your endeavors. Sorry for the trouble. Good luck.