Disclaimer- Nope. Don't own it…
AN- Hi, it's your good friend shadow priestess! I am BACK!! This fic is going pretty far, given that it was just for no reason whatsoever. Oh! Happy birthday, Mitsukake! Ah, and TA, you totally misunderstood my incoherent rambling. This fic will never get serious. I leave that to my other one, Crystal Phoenix. Yep that's right. Now on with the story.
CHAPTER 4- In which we learn that history is made up of wars and the world studies teacher is a rainbow.
"I can't believe that stupid wolfman!" Nuriko whined. "And is our teacher late? Adults these days are just SO irresponsible. And they tell us kids what to do!"
"If the teacher's younger than me I'll puke no da," Chichiri declared. "It isn't right that a student should be older than his teacher na no da."
"It's close, but he's older," Mitsukake announced from his post by the door. He sounded like HE was going to puke. "I am now going to go to my seat and I am going to sit there like a perfect student."
Tamahome blinked nervously. "If Mitsukake's scared then I'm beyond terrified. I hope I still have my apple on me…" He rummaged through his pockets.
"Da," Chichiri said happily, tossing his fruit from hand to hand.
"Class will come to order."
****
Tasuki peeked around the corner. For the past five minutes, Ashitare had been literally out for his blood. Silently, he thanked Suzaku for his gift of speed. Of course, all this was before he remembered that he hadn't been on speaking terms with the god ever since he had learned the sad truth about his symbol. He quickly took back all the nice things he'd ever thought about the god and was rewarded by hearing screams of terror from his next class.
"Oh, NO!" he groaned. He soon perked up though. "After Tomo and Miboshi, what could possibly be worse?" He pasted a huge grin on his face and slipped in, flashing his fangs at the teacher. Then he recognized…
*cue dramatic music*
"NAKAGO?"
"Tasuki, you are late," the blonde stated obviously. He opened up a notebook. "I think lunch detention for the next lifetime will teach you to get to my class on time from now on…" He scribbled a few words down with a hot pink gel pen.
"B-but… but," Tasuki stammered. "I've got lunch detention f' life w' Ashitare already! I'm booked!"
"Well figure it out. Because if you aren't here during lunch, you'll also get after school detention for life. And I believe that if you don't turn up in Ashitare's room you will be eaten." He thought on that. "I sincerely hope you have life insurance."
"I don'. Why would a bandit need life insurance? That's fer sissies."
"If you don't sit down right now and listen to the fun lesson I have planned you ARE going to need it. ISOGI! (Hurry). Don't make me write you up, Seiryu's the principal and I'm not even going to START on the assistant principal."
"Oh what have I gotten myself into?" Tasuki moaned as he sat down next to Chichiri.
"You don't really want to know no da."
"I guess yer right."
"Now!" Nakago paced in front of the greenboard. (There ain't blackboards in schools!) "I am here to teach you about history." He picked up a piece of yellow chalk and scratched on 'history'. The chalk broke. "Darned things. They don't make them like they used to." He wiped his hands on his pants.
"All right," he went on. "What can you tell me about history? Specifically, Japan's history."
Chiriko raised his hand. "Japan's first inhabitants were the Ainu. They differed in appearance from most modern-day Japa-"
"Did any of the get into wars?" Nakago interrupted. "Was there a huge massacre? Did they have a holocaust with their very own Hitler?"
"Erm… not that I know of…"
"THEN WHAT KIND OF HISTORY IS THAT?" Nakago shrieked, going quite purple in the face and spazzing out. "CIVILIZATION, THAT'S ALL ANYONE THINKS ABOUT! WHAT ABOUT WORLD WAR TWO AND ALL THE DEAD PEOPLE THERE AND THE ATOMIC BOMB? HUH? HUH?"
Chiriko cowered behind his pretty green mechanical pencil. Why did he ever even bother…
Nakago's face was slowly turning blue as all the air left his lungs. "AND I BET YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE TIANANMEN SQUARE MASSACRE WHERE ALL THOSE 'INNOCENT' PEOPLE DIED!! ON NO, ALL YOU WANT IS PEACE!" The thought made him feel slightly green. "HEIWA HEIWA HEIWA!! ALL YOU LEARN ABOUT!!!" He passed out.
"Who woulda thunk?" Tamahome said, poking the shougun's side. "Now he's out of it… PARTY!!!!!!"
Unfortunately, Nakago decided to wake up right when the seishi began to make him all pretty, Chichiri having pulled Nuriko's makeup from his kasa. (Now how did THAT get there, I wonder?)
"Oh gods…" He touched his face, which was currently turning red under all the layers of foundation. (Darn! And it was just getting back to normal…) "ARGH!!! YOU CRETIN WILL PAY!!! PAY, YOU HEAR ME?"
Chaos ensued. Tasuki was taking unfair advantage of his speed and was taunting the poor deprived Seiryu sei. Just as the bandit somehow managed to get himself cornered, a single voice cut through the death threats.
"It's lunchtime."
BWAH! Check out the closest thing to a cliffhanger this story's ever going to get! Thanks to all you reviewers, I think I can handle maybe two more people to participate in the food fight… And I need a Tamahome fangirl for a tiny part in the lunch scene and a slightly bigger one in the health class. You can ask to be in another class too. Here they come, anyone who reviews, I will try to put in their class of choice.
Japanese
Health (with The Talk)
Band
Physical education.
UP NEXT- Can they survive in the most doom-laden class ever, lunch?
AN- Hi, it's your good friend shadow priestess! I am BACK!! This fic is going pretty far, given that it was just for no reason whatsoever. Oh! Happy birthday, Mitsukake! Ah, and TA, you totally misunderstood my incoherent rambling. This fic will never get serious. I leave that to my other one, Crystal Phoenix. Yep that's right. Now on with the story.
CHAPTER 4- In which we learn that history is made up of wars and the world studies teacher is a rainbow.
"I can't believe that stupid wolfman!" Nuriko whined. "And is our teacher late? Adults these days are just SO irresponsible. And they tell us kids what to do!"
"If the teacher's younger than me I'll puke no da," Chichiri declared. "It isn't right that a student should be older than his teacher na no da."
"It's close, but he's older," Mitsukake announced from his post by the door. He sounded like HE was going to puke. "I am now going to go to my seat and I am going to sit there like a perfect student."
Tamahome blinked nervously. "If Mitsukake's scared then I'm beyond terrified. I hope I still have my apple on me…" He rummaged through his pockets.
"Da," Chichiri said happily, tossing his fruit from hand to hand.
"Class will come to order."
****
Tasuki peeked around the corner. For the past five minutes, Ashitare had been literally out for his blood. Silently, he thanked Suzaku for his gift of speed. Of course, all this was before he remembered that he hadn't been on speaking terms with the god ever since he had learned the sad truth about his symbol. He quickly took back all the nice things he'd ever thought about the god and was rewarded by hearing screams of terror from his next class.
"Oh, NO!" he groaned. He soon perked up though. "After Tomo and Miboshi, what could possibly be worse?" He pasted a huge grin on his face and slipped in, flashing his fangs at the teacher. Then he recognized…
*cue dramatic music*
"NAKAGO?"
"Tasuki, you are late," the blonde stated obviously. He opened up a notebook. "I think lunch detention for the next lifetime will teach you to get to my class on time from now on…" He scribbled a few words down with a hot pink gel pen.
"B-but… but," Tasuki stammered. "I've got lunch detention f' life w' Ashitare already! I'm booked!"
"Well figure it out. Because if you aren't here during lunch, you'll also get after school detention for life. And I believe that if you don't turn up in Ashitare's room you will be eaten." He thought on that. "I sincerely hope you have life insurance."
"I don'. Why would a bandit need life insurance? That's fer sissies."
"If you don't sit down right now and listen to the fun lesson I have planned you ARE going to need it. ISOGI! (Hurry). Don't make me write you up, Seiryu's the principal and I'm not even going to START on the assistant principal."
"Oh what have I gotten myself into?" Tasuki moaned as he sat down next to Chichiri.
"You don't really want to know no da."
"I guess yer right."
"Now!" Nakago paced in front of the greenboard. (There ain't blackboards in schools!) "I am here to teach you about history." He picked up a piece of yellow chalk and scratched on 'history'. The chalk broke. "Darned things. They don't make them like they used to." He wiped his hands on his pants.
"All right," he went on. "What can you tell me about history? Specifically, Japan's history."
Chiriko raised his hand. "Japan's first inhabitants were the Ainu. They differed in appearance from most modern-day Japa-"
"Did any of the get into wars?" Nakago interrupted. "Was there a huge massacre? Did they have a holocaust with their very own Hitler?"
"Erm… not that I know of…"
"THEN WHAT KIND OF HISTORY IS THAT?" Nakago shrieked, going quite purple in the face and spazzing out. "CIVILIZATION, THAT'S ALL ANYONE THINKS ABOUT! WHAT ABOUT WORLD WAR TWO AND ALL THE DEAD PEOPLE THERE AND THE ATOMIC BOMB? HUH? HUH?"
Chiriko cowered behind his pretty green mechanical pencil. Why did he ever even bother…
Nakago's face was slowly turning blue as all the air left his lungs. "AND I BET YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE TIANANMEN SQUARE MASSACRE WHERE ALL THOSE 'INNOCENT' PEOPLE DIED!! ON NO, ALL YOU WANT IS PEACE!" The thought made him feel slightly green. "HEIWA HEIWA HEIWA!! ALL YOU LEARN ABOUT!!!" He passed out.
"Who woulda thunk?" Tamahome said, poking the shougun's side. "Now he's out of it… PARTY!!!!!!"
Unfortunately, Nakago decided to wake up right when the seishi began to make him all pretty, Chichiri having pulled Nuriko's makeup from his kasa. (Now how did THAT get there, I wonder?)
"Oh gods…" He touched his face, which was currently turning red under all the layers of foundation. (Darn! And it was just getting back to normal…) "ARGH!!! YOU CRETIN WILL PAY!!! PAY, YOU HEAR ME?"
Chaos ensued. Tasuki was taking unfair advantage of his speed and was taunting the poor deprived Seiryu sei. Just as the bandit somehow managed to get himself cornered, a single voice cut through the death threats.
"It's lunchtime."
BWAH! Check out the closest thing to a cliffhanger this story's ever going to get! Thanks to all you reviewers, I think I can handle maybe two more people to participate in the food fight… And I need a Tamahome fangirl for a tiny part in the lunch scene and a slightly bigger one in the health class. You can ask to be in another class too. Here they come, anyone who reviews, I will try to put in their class of choice.
Japanese
Health (with The Talk)
Band
Physical education.
UP NEXT- Can they survive in the most doom-laden class ever, lunch?