You know the drill

Hit it.

Heaven or hell?

LET'S RAWK!

36th period.

Negi dodged a strike from Chachamaru, racing along the marble floor of the arena with his teeth clenched as Chachazero descended from on high with one of her oversized knives clutched between her tiny fingers, cackling madly as she tried her merry best to chop something off. Not that the Welshman made it easy for the dynamic duo, oh no, wind barriers, Lightning series Sagitta Magica, not to mention a few paltry illusions were hurled at the sisters in order to give him some breathing room.

Sadly, being artificial in nature, illusion designed to inhibit the human senses failed against Chachamaru's advanced motion detection systems, and Chachazero, being a magically animated doll with a sadistic streak that rivaled Chucky, simply wasn't affected by such paltry tricks. That being said the larger of the two had been updated with accommodating insulation against electrical attacks, and repetitive use of his wind barriers on served to exhaust the youth and slow him down.

As if to prove this, the second his barrier dropped after the latest clash, Negi found himself wobbling on his feet, a bout of temporary vertigo rushing over him from so many rapid fire spells, only for Chachamaru to drive his face into the arena floor, Chachazero's knife stabbing down scant millimeters from his face.

"Time: one minute, 20 seconds." The gynoid reported dutifully, releasing the blubbering ten-year old with an honest apology as she climbed to her feet, Chachazero clambering onto his head with a twisted cackle "You've improved sensei."

"No need to flatter me Chachamaru-san…" Negi sighed, accepting the offered hand up, Chachazero clinging to the back of his head with a smirk "Evangeline…that is master, said you shouldn't let up just because she isn't here to supervise."

"He's right you know." Chachazero agreed, cackling evilly as she kneaded her fingers into the boy's head, earning soft complaints from him that she ignored "I mean you know what she'll do if she finds out you've been taking it easy on him."

Negi trembled, instantly becoming a nervous wreck at the sadistic puppet's words as the image of Evangeline, decked out in her cloak and blood trailing from her smirk loomed over his head, the words 'Punishment!' and 'Disobedience!' hovering behind her.

"Speaking of she who must be obeyed…" Chamo quipped, the Ermine trying to diffuse the situation before Negi suffered a coronary, or went bald, whichever came first "Just what's she been up to all this time?"

"Master is overseeing Kuwabara-sensei's training as well." Chachamaru admitted, earning a stunned look from Negi "Since Kuwabara-sensei has literally no experience with magic, she deemed it best to reserve today to 'break him in'."

'Why don't I like the sound of that?' Chamo and Negi thought in tandem, even as a magical explosion rocked the tower, their eyes widening as a spear of ice crashed down between them, landing right between Negi's legs, missing his little wand by inches.

"Whoops…sorry there Boya…" Evangeline chuckled, hovering down towards them, her arms crossed before her, Kuwabara holding on for dear life as she lowered the taller sensei to the floor "Got a bit carried away sparring with Kuwabara here I almost forgot about you."

'If that's forgetting I don't wanna see what she's like when she's focused.' Chamo thought blithely, the Ermine sweatdropping as Chachamaru patted the trembling Negi down comfortingly, the Welshman snapping out of his trauma to ward off her questing hands as she tried to check for damages "So how'd it go big guy?" the ermine asked Kuwabara, who was dressed in a vest and tracksuit pants "Learn anything?"

"Yeah, Eva-chan knows how to hold a grudge." Kuwabara muttered, popping his shoulder joints with a shrug, dusting off a thin coating of ice from his person "I mean I've seen ice masters before, but some of the stuff she does makes 'em look like ice-cream vendors."

"Flattery will get you everywhere sensei." Evangeline snorted, having actually enjoyed her work out with the tantei, actually having to pull off some higher level spells to keep him at a distance, before looking up at him mockingly, a hand on her hip as she spoke "Though it won't get you out of materialization practice, I don't care how hard it is I want you to keep going until you can create those swords of yours instinctively…and more than two at a time."

"I only got two hands." Kuwabara grumbled, though he did hold up his hands, twin katanas of reiki forming in each, their blades as solid as the one he'd used back in Kyoto. He had to admit it was getting easier and easier to visualize the weapons these days, so much so that Eva had him trying to materialize more than his usual two, usually by destroying the one's he summoned in a clash of magic versus reiki.

'That 'Executioner' whatever it was of hers ain't no-how normal.' He muttered, recalling the sub-zero chill of the magical blade Eva had used to sever his Reiken when in close only to blink as Evangeline stumbled slightly, Chachamaru supporting the magi as she grumbled.

"Looks like today's lessons tired me out more than I thought." The nosferatu admitted, snorting at her weakness, before eyeing the decidedly nervous males coyly "I think I'll be taking my down-payment for the next class early."

"Again?" Kuwabara grumbled, frowning at his roommate in annoyance while Negi cowered just behind him "I ain't a damn juice dispenser y'know. Can't ya have Konoemon pull some strings at th' blood drive or somethin'?"

"What? And limit myself to packed food when I have two perfectly good suppliers at my beck and call?" Evangeline countered, smirking coyly at the flush that spread across Negi's face as she stroked his cheek, noting the slight frown on Kuwabara's as the older sensei watched her like a hawk "Unless you have some complaint, Sensei?"

Kuwabara grunted and averted his eyes as Evangeline took Negi's tuition fee, not liking the boy's gasps of discomfort any more than he had the first time, but knowing it was better than Eva simply TAKING the runt's blood. For one thing, with Kuwabara around to share the load, Negi wasn't staggering back home like a zombie every evening like the youth had feared. And at the very least, should Evangeline actually try anything, he was here to act as chaperone.

The tantei blinked suddenly as a pair of long, slender arms encircled his neck, looking round in surprise to find Evangeline, in her adult form, snuggling up to him like the bloodsucker she was, his face turning crimson at the feeling of her deceptively real cleavage pressing against his torso.

"See to it the boya is washed and sent home, Chachamaru." The Dark Evangel called out to the gynoid, who was supporting the tired looking child-sensei tenderly in her embrace, the poor boy looking most unsettled "I'll see to Kuwabara-sensei…personally."

"Yes, Mistress." The gynoid offered, sending one last, almost apologetic look towards the flushing tantei, before teleporting out of the area towards the cabin, no doubt to give Negi a quick scrub down before escorting him home.

"Ya really need ta take it easy on th' kid." Kuwabara grunted, struggling to remain standing as Evangeline's larger form weighed him down "I mean he's only ten, taking too much at once could-!"

"Do not instruct a vampire on how to feed, sensei" Evangeline chuckled, placing a manicured finger to his lips to silence him, leaning in close to his neck and smirking as he shivered despite himself "And don't worry about my taking too much…" she assured him, rubbing her nose against his vein "if I took to much from him, I wouldn't have room for yours…" she nipped him slightly, causing him to jump "and we can't have that can we?"

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Makoto blinked as she entered the cottage she shared with Kuwabara just as Negi, dressed in his usual suit and looking flushed from a shower, and an immaculate Chachamaru passed her in the entryway, the duo offering a polite greeting before walking out the door into the evening air. 'What on earth?' she wondered, looking out after the unusual couple in confusion 'What could Negi-kun have been doing to drain him so? And just where is he going with Chachamaru at this hour? Don't they know it's almost curfew?'

"Don't worry, Kino-sensei." A voice called out, Makoto whipping round to find Evangeline, dressed in her silk jammies, standing behind her with a smug look on her face, arms crossed confidently before her "Negi-sensei just stayed up a little late last night and it's getting to him now. Chachamaru offered to walk him home since Kuwabara-sensei's too tired."

'Kuwabara? Tired?' the brunette wondered, trying to pit the two words together with her memory of her energetic Todai neighbor and frowning as they failed to click 'That's odd…Today wasn't too bad as lessons go, and he seemed pretty spry when we met for lunch…' She trailed off, realizing she'd been ignoring Eva all this time, only to find the blonde lolita looking up at her with an evaluating stare, the unsettling green eyes locking onto her own and sending a shiver up the older woman's spine.

"Where did you say you were from, sensei?" Evangeline asked, the question innocent enough, but for some reason Makoto got the feeling she was being interrogated "I mean from before you came to Mahora and all, Kuwabara-sensei and Negi-sensei are always going on about their hometowns."

"Well…I'm from Juuban actually." Makoto began uncertainly, before frowning and straightening up, unnerving stare or no, she was this girl's teacher, and wasn't about to be put on the defensive "And what about YOU Eva-chan? Are you from abroad?"

"Wow, finally put that together did you?" Evangeline chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief and smirking at the slight twitch her actions inspired in the brunette "I'm from Europe, or at least I was born there." A slight frown crossed her features "I traveled a lot with this man…but he dumped me here with the Dean and ran off to tour the world alone…bastard."

Makoto's frown faded, a look of pity filling her kind green eyes that almost made Evangeline retch. It wasn't the first time she'd manipulated a faculty member with the old 'abandoned child' routine, as it was actually in her official file that Nagi (listed simply as 'parent') had left her here under the Dean's care until she graduated.

Not that she'd be graduating anytime soon mind you, hell with each graduating class the dean had to work a little magic, technical and actual, to ensure Evangeline vanished from the minds of all who knew her, excepting those staff members that were a mages themselves to avoid drawing attention to her.

Oh Eva had TRIED simply graduating normally, putting that little bit of extra effort into the lessons and actually scoring in the top percentile. She'd spent a fortune on age disguise potions and the like to fit in, as with her magic sealed she couldn't very well assume an older form, and had actually held out a hope that she'd be on Nagi's tail within a few years, which was nothing to a High Daylight walker of her caliber.

But then, just when she was actually slated to graduate with her fellows, the dean called her to his office to relay some last minute bad news, namely that Nagi had, predictably, botched things up again.

It turned out that the Infernus Scholasticus curse that bound her to Mahora had been drafted as a form of anti-truancy spell centuries ago by ancient magi that were sick of tracking down their errant students. The spell, it seemed, would only wear off after the victim reached a specific age, namely their late teens to early twenties, and were handed their diploma or relevant symbol of graduation.

Now while weaker vampires tended to age, albeit slowly, if they didn't feed regularly, Evangeline, being a high daylight walker, the pinnacle of vampire hierarchy, literally had not aged a day since she'd been turned, a condition that she had long grown used to, if only because she could do nothing about it. But the second the dean had dropped the bombshell that Nagi's curse had not weakened in the slightest, and was if anything stronger than ever, the Dark Evangel had nearly gone on a murderous frenzy, only her lack of power and the absence of a full moon keeping the old man from becoming a popsicle.

And so she'd languished in her prison for the past fifteen years, rarely showing to class and devising new, more brutal punishments for Negi's father when she caught up with him again, as the agreement to behave and act like a good girl was officially, in her opinion, over.

'And then 'Sasquatch' and 'Boya' showed up.' She muttered, a wry smirk crossing her features as she recalled her initial plan to drain Negi of his blood, and the after effects of drinking Kuwabara's 'The Boya's blood weakens the seal, but can't break it unless I drain him dry.' She noted, frowning at how the idea seemed to…unnerve her now 'And as for Kuwabara-sensei's…' she smirked at her new, slightly larger night clothes 'Well, provided he sticks around I should be out of her sooner than I thought…'

She blinked as someone ruffled her hair, looking up to find Makoto beaming down at her kindly "Don't worry about it." the brunette offered, smiling confidently as she clenched her fist "One day you'll bump into that jerk again…and when you do you can clobber him for all the grief he put you through!"

Eva blinked, wondering for a moment if the brunette had read her mind, or was one of the Dean's trusted inner circle, only to relax as she recognized the understanding look in the taller woman's eyes as sympathy, the type only one who'd suffered a similar tragedy could comprehend.

"Oh you can count on it sensei…" the High Daylight Walker assured the woman, her smirk growing decidedly more smug as Makoto walked on past, determined to wash off the day's troubles in the shower "Oh yes indeed…"

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Makoto, dressed in a towel and not much else, walked confidently down the hall to the bathroom, looking forwards to a nice hot shower to ease the stiffness out of her muscles after the long day. The conversation with Evangeline aside, it had been a pretty normal day at Mahora, as even the overly energetic 3A had generally behaved themselves.

Then again, with the threat of Makoto promising to put them through her special 'suicide drills', which could drive pro athletes into the dirt, the girls did well not to misbehave in HER class.

Slipping into the bathroom, Makoto was forced to blink as she came face to face with a veritable wall of steam, staggering blindly forward to locate the fan, only to hiss as she stubbed her toe against the toilet, stumbling backwards on one foot from the pain, only to curse as her leg bumped up against the bathtub, sending her crashing into it back first, water flying in all directions.

"Ite…" she muttered, holding the back of her head where it had collided with the wall of the bathroom, her other hand going to feel her poor abused backside "Now I know how Usagi-chan feels…she's the one that's supposed to trip over her own…feet?"

The brunette blinked, looking down at the end of the path to see that yes, there WAS a pair of feet near the taps, toes sticking just above the surface of the water. As she stared at them, wondering in her dazed state where they could've come from, she dimly became aware that she was currently sitting on a pair of legs, her left hand, which she'd stuck down to check her rump for damage, was fondling something that she somehow KNEW wasn't the railing. For one thing it was underwater, and almost as thick as her wrist.

Turning nervous, and steadily growing more so, green eyes to her left, praying against all hope that Eva or Chachamaru had left one of their weird toys in the bathtub, as the blonde had no shortage of dolls, in all shapes and sizes littered about the cottage, the Phys. Ed instructor couldn't help but feel her face heat up as her pleas went unheard, eyes widening in horror at the sight of Kuwabara's face looking back at her through the fog.

"K-Kuwabara!" she yelped, backpedaling awkwardly in the tub, wincing as she pressed against the taps, one leg draped over the edge, the other nearly smacking the man in the face as she tried to cover herself and look away at the same time "I didn't mean, that is to say-!"

A snort paused her in mid panic, the brunette looking up to see that her fellow educator was, in fact, fast asleep, leaning back against the tub, the water marks coming all the way up to his chin, having evidently fallen asleep in the soak.

'He really was tired…' she noted in surprise, looking at her college buddy in concern, as it wasn't that uncommon for people to almost drown because they took a nap in the tub 'If I hadn't fallen in when I did…' she muttered, noting the man's damp chin with concern, only to flush as she realized she was still sitting in the tub with him, and that a certain part of him she'd felt up a few seconds ago was currently the only thing between them, her blush deepening as she gaped at it in alarm 'Wow…looks like Minako-chan won the bet…'

"Kino-sensei…" Chachamaru's voice called out, the brunette paling at the sound and whipping round to find the gynoid standing in the doorway, face expresionless as ever, a back-scrubber and face cloth held in her hands "Will you and Kuwabara-sensei be requiring assistance?"

"N-No!" Makoto choked out, the mortified brunette pulling the curtains across herself and her impromptu bathing partner, giggling a little TOO cheerfuly to be believed as she waved a hand at the gynoid "I just…I didn't-!"

"Very well," Chachamaru agreed politely, the scrubbing brush and cloth vanishing from her hands, which she clasped before her respectfully "I regret that I have other things to attend to, so could you please see to it that Kuwabara-sensei is put to bed?"

Makoto let out a small choking noise that somehow must have translated to a 'yes' because the gynoid simply bowed, closing the door after her as she went about her business, leaving the brunette to stare at her unconscious friend in alarm.

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"I could start a whole damn series here." Evangeline chuckled, the chibi-vampire sipping the tea Takamichi'd brought her from his trip, a sadistic smirk on her face as Chachamaru re-entered the dining area "Hell maybe I'll sell the idea to Saotome and demand a cut of the profits."

Chachamaru said nothing, but internally she felt something akin to…displeasure, at how her master was reacting to the situation. She couldn't explain it, but the idea of Kuwabara and Kino-sensei together in a bath, scrubbing each other's backs, pressing against each other accidentally due to the confined space of the tub…

She blinked at the sound of breaking china reached her audio sensors, looking down to find she'd crushed one of her master's teacups in her grip, the shards dropping from her hand to the tabletop.

"Baka robot!" Evangeline snapped, hurling a cushion at the gynoid's head in her anger, eyes blazing "Watch what you're doing! If that had been one of the good china I'd have sent you to Hakase in a matchbox!"

"Forgive me…master…" Chachamaru offered, sweeping the shards into a bin where they wouldn't cause any damage "I was simply too focused on the replay of Negi-sensei's training today and forgot to readjust my grip pressure accordingly."

"Just see it doesn't happen again…" Evangeline muttered, though she did shoot the gynoid a suspicious look as she watched her tidy up. You didn't live as long as Evangeline had by not being suspicious or aware of your surroundings, let alone the people you allowed to inhabit those surroundings.

Now true she didn't give Chachamaru much thought, as the gynoid was not only hardwired to obey her every order, but was dependant on Evangeline's magic to keep her charged up. Genius or not, Hakase had yet to find a means of powering the Gynoid's magical core without relying on a magus.

But lately her ministra had been acting a little odd, falling into silent contemplation at odd times, sending meaningful looks in her direction and occasionally voicing protests, albeit minor ones, about the orders given, usually the ones that involved striking Negi.

'Magic and Technology have never been on stable ground.' She admitted, watching the gynoid whip up another batch of tea without having to be asked 'True when Hakase approached me with the idea I was mostly in it for the kicks, but clearly there's something else going on here than simply a glitch.'

She shrugged, passing it off as inconsequential for now. So long as whatever was going on in her servant's head didn't interfere with her duties, she could start fantasizing about the idiots for all Eva cared.

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Makoto, her face a deep shade of crimson, dropped Kuwabara onto his bed with a sigh of relief, having dragged the man across the hallway from the bathroom when she was certain the cost was clear, surprised by just how heavy her friend really was, and trying all the while not to think about what was slapping against her leg as she walked.

'If anyone had seen that…' she muttered, fighting down a mortified flush only to shiver at a sudden chill, looking around desperately for something to wear, eyes falling on one of the man's oversized t-shirts, pulling it on hurriedly in case anyone walked in. 'It's warm…' she noted, blushing slightly as she felt the fabric over, only to bite back a curse a she realized that even with the additional foot he had on her, the shirt still fell short of covering a certain area, forcing her to ferret out a pair of pajama shorts from the pile of laundry Chachamaru had stacked on his desk chair.

'God if Ami-chan could see me now…' the brunette muttered, recalling her reserved, bookworm roommate and friend with a snort. The bluenette would have had a panic attack if she'd been in the same situation, that or pass out from the shame. 'Still, at least it's Kuwabara.' She reasoned, looking over at the big lug, snoring away on his bed without a care in the world, 'If it were anyone else…I don't wanna think about what could've happened.'

The comatose instructor grunted, rolling over slightly and inadvertently mooning the flushing brunette, who turned away and looked about the room for a pair of pants. After all it wasn't the first time she'd changed someone too out of it to do it themselves, priestess or not, Rei could sure chug back the cans when she wanted to, and the less said about how grabby Minako-chan could get after a few cans of Ebisu the better.

'Just don't look.' She repeated to herself, pulling the shorts up his legs while looking the other way, her eyes shut so tight it hurt 'Nothing to see…well there is but…BAD THOUGHTS!'

Sayo, invisible to the woman's eyes, watched with a feeling akin to confusion and jealousy as the well stacked brunette continued to alternate between caring for Kuwabara and smacking her head against a wall.

Part of her, the part that had been an innocent schoolgirl, was giggling at the situation before her, proof that no matter what the times, all girls loved a scandal to gossip over, whilst another part, the part of her that had been a lonely ghost, felt something akin to anger at the intrusion.

After all, she'd only just gotten an older brother figure in her afterlife, at least in comparison to how long she'd been dead, and now some stranger ran the risk of taking him away.

'Ah!' she exclaimed, as Makoto's last attempt to purge her thoughts proved too effective, the brunette collapsing onto the bed next to the recumbent Kuwabara, out like a light 'Oooh…this isn't good…' she stammered, flailing her arms around in a panicked matter, only to widen as Kuwabara, apparently sensing warmth, pulled the unconscious woman closer to him 'REALLY NOT GOOD! BOTAN-SAN! HELP!'

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"You really need to stop trying to escape." Shizuru muttered, as she stuffed Botan's spirit back into her human world vessel, the bluenette having tried to make her escape while the elder Kuwabara sibling was in the shower "I might not be as strong as Kazuma, but my Reikan's sharper, so I can catch you a lot easier."

Botan squirmed, whishing fervently that she'd just left Shizuru well enough alone in Atsuko's care, as she struggled to undo the bonds keeping her strapped to the bed, only to pale as Shizuru leant over he, smirking down at the trembling ferry woman with a hungry expression "Now then…ready for round two?"

"Shizuru-san?" A familliar voice called out from the hallway, the duo on the bed looking round as the door to the bedroom opened to reveal a familliar redhead figure standing there, dressed in Slacks and a Pink Shirt "Are you in here? I thought I'd return your...book?"

Kurama, for indeed it was him, trailed off, the aforementioned piece of literature falling from his suddenly nerveless fingers, his normally impeccable cool completely shattered by the sight of the Elder Kuwabara Straddling a hogtied Botan, both of them clad only in their birthday suits.

If he'd been the same Youko Kurama from 300 years ago, he'd have probably ripped his clothes off and pounced on the duo, claiming them again and again till they screamed for it, but life as Shuichi Minamio had dulled those old instincts, and if anything, the memory of them made his discomfort and embarassment all the more pointed.

"Uh...yes..." he muttered, face actually turning a brighter shade of red than his hair as he turned, ever so slowly, to go back the way he came "Right...I can see you're...occupied at the moment...I'll just see myself ou-WT?!"

He yelped, emerald eyes widening in alarm as someone took a firm grip on his precious crimson locks and YANKED, dragging him off his feet and into a rather embarrasing hug, his eyes widening as he found his face planted between Shizuru's breasts, the elder Kuwabara smirking down at him.

"And where do you think YOU'Re going, foxy?" the elder Kuwabra sibling demanded, holding the former King of Thieves in place with one hand, the other trailing down to grab a certain part of his anatomy, earning a shocked gasp from the redhead "The more the merrier, right?

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At her home on the other side of town, Minamino Shiori looked up from preparing the evening meal, a look of confusion on her face as the picture of her familly, including her beloved son Shuichi, tilted on the wall, the frame cracked over the redhead's image.

The woman didn't know why, but she had the strangest urge to whip out a pair of fans and perform her cousin Nodoka's 'Grandbaby Dance', something she'd always considered the woman daft for growing up.

After all, what kind of ten year old creates a dance celebrating becoming a Grandmother?

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To Inuboy86, I hope this chapter met with your approval.

I'd actually intended to do this eariler, but the last Chapter dragged on and there wasn't much room/Time, so I multi-parted.

Cue the Nadesico Music.

Narrator: The FLowers of Youth BLOOM!

Kurama: Shizuru-san! Control Yoursel-THOSE ARE MY PANTS!

Narrator: A Blossom Plucked in the prime of it's life.

Kurama: WHAT'RE YOU JUST STANDING THERE FO-OARGH?! THAT'S AN OUT HOLE!

Narrator: However! The Blossoms of the past are just as sweet!

Makoto: Hey, why's everything so toned down? Did someone mess with the color button agan?!

Narrator: Memories of the past rise bidden from the heart!

Minako: WAI! We finally get a chapter!

Ami: Minako-chan! Please behave yourself!

Narrator: Such youth! Such PASSION!

Next time on Reikai Sensei Kuwabara: BLOOM! A College Menagé a quatre!

Rei: Who the hell is this pervert?! FIYAH SOUL!

Narrator: *Zoidberg warble*Wowoowoowoowoowoo!

R&R or no exposition for you!