New Classroom of the Elite story by me, written straight after I watched the epic twelfth episode of series two! Hope you like it! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Classroom of the Elite.

Professor Ayanoköji drummed his fingers against the table he was sitting at. He was listening to the silence of the meeting room he was sitting in. It was very quiet there - compared to the screams and cries of the unfortunate residents in the White Room.

The psychopathic scientist was at the Advanced Nutering High School. He had received a call from the faculty that morning, informing him that his son wanted to meet with him. This surprised the professor. His only usually valued being distance from him. He wondered what it was that made Kiyotaka want him to visit him.

He was soon to find out as the door opened before the room was filled with the deadpan tone of his son's voice.

"So, you decided to take yourself out of your precious little lair to come see me, did you? I really am surprised."

Professor Ayanoköji turned to face Kiyotaka. He was stood in the doorway, facing his father with the same empty expression he wore on his face. He did not make an effort to look pleased to see him any more than he did upon greeting his schoolmates.

It was no surprise to the professor that his son had no smile on his face - but he did have something there which he quietly noticed, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

"Are those bruises?" he exclaimed. "What the hell has happened to you, son? Are you feeling alright?"

"Don't pretend that you care," Kiyotaka said as he closed the door behind him. "It's a little late for you to put on the caring father charade. That's something you never put on during all my years in the White Room."

Professor Ayanoköji glared. "I should have guessed it was only a matter of time before you got into fights at this school. The facility called me in to discuss your appalling behaviour, did they?"

"No. As they clearly toke you on the phone this morning…" Kiyotaka stared at his father as he sat opposite him at the table. "I wanted to see you."

Professor Ayanoköji blinked in disbelief. He stared at his son who was gazing at him with the usual blank expression he always wore. Even for his father, who had spent years shaping him up under his ruthless control, it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"So what is it, boy?!" he demanded. "Are the other kids at this school too tough for you? Are you saying you'd feel safer back in the White Room?"

"It's funny you bring up the White Room," Kitotaka muttered, "because it was through what I picked up there that I was able to win this fight?"

"Huh?" Professor Ayanoköji grunted and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. All your brutal training throughout my younger days paid off. It turned me into the capable fighter I had to become to save another student who was being tormented by bullies."

Kiyotaka raised a fist. He was referring to how Kei Karuizawa had been captured the night before, taken hostage and tortured by Kakeru Ryūen. He had managed to come to her rescue, using all his strength he secretly had to violently take out her kidnapper and his gang.

"So I'm assuming you won this fight?" Professor Ayanoköji sneered. "Remember what I've taught you, Kiyotaka; winning is everything."

"Of course I won. It was only due to all the endless trials and painful tasks you had me do all throughout my youth that I was able to win this fight. Had it not been for all you've made me do in the White Room, I would have surely failed to beat these bullies and save this other student."

Pride filled the smug look on Professor Ayanoköji's face. He didn't care in the slightest that Kiyotaka had rescued a fellow student from such traumatisation. All he cared about was that his son had managed to win this fight he was telling him about. He was pleased he was coming the very person he had been trying to turn him into within the walls of the White Room.

"That's my boy!" he chuckled darkly. "However big those bruises are on your face, son, I'm sure they're nothing compared to what you did to those other students you beat up."

"It's all because of you. You and your White Room. I couldn't have taken down those bullies and saved their victim without you."

Kiyotaka lifted himself out of his chair to stand at the table. With the same blank expression on his face, he bowed before his father, about to let out in his ever-monotone voice exactly what he had to say to him.

"So thank you, Dad - you bastard!"

Thanks for reading! Hope you liked this - and it gave you a laugh! :P