A/N Sorry for anything that had been a bit confusing in the first chappie... I had this story typed up in one file so I had to break it down to post it... . I would also like to say thankies to Illusions-chan for being my first reviewer! ;;does a happy dance and gives Illusions a cookie;; On with the story! Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics or the charries, only the plot! ;;grin;;

Sunday Morning's Child

Chapter 2

History Class and... Hotohori?!

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday Morning
And I never want to leave

"All right class, as you may or may not have heard, Mr. Higurashi will be out for at the least a few days. He's having minor surgery done and will be back and better than ever at that time," announces the Jonan High dean, Mr. Saotome. "During which time you will have a substitute teacher, and no, that teacher is not me."

Mr. Saotome glances at the door of the classroom, nodding slightly before someone pulls the door open, stepping into the classroom. Miaka stares at the man, her jaw nearly dropping to her desk. What was he doing here! She had to be dreaming! She was certain she would have--

"...Mr. Saihitei is from another school, so I would be greatly in your debts if you students could proudly conduct yourselves in the highest degree."

Miaka blinks. Another school? Well, that could explain the fact that she'd never seen this particular sub at Jonan.

"Mr. Saihitei, I leave them in your care." With those words, Mr. Saotome slips out the door.

"Yui! Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Miaka whispers urgently to her friend right next to her.

"I don't know... what are you seeing?"

Miaka looks at Yui with a baffled expression before turning her attention back to the 'substitute' teacher at the head of the class.

"Konichiwa class!" Mr. Saihitei flashes the classroom a quick smile before turning to the board behind him, snatching up a piece of chalk to write his name upon the board. "My name's Seishuku Saihitei."

Miaka has to bite the inside of her lip to keep from passing out. She was going to kill him. No. First she'd corner him, hug him, demand to know where the others where at, and then, she was going to kill him. She darts a nervous glance out the corner of her eye at Yui, checking for a flicker of any possible recognition on her friend's face, only finding nothing. She softly lets out a relieved sigh, looking back at the front chalk board as Mr. Saihitei begins to write the day's lesson upon its surface

Except for the fact that he had actually cut his hair to shoulder blade length and had it bound back into a ponytail, Hotohori hadn't seemed to have changed a bit since the last time she had seen him three years ago now. Miaka was beginning to feel like she was either going to start crying, laughing, or go into hysterics. Every time his gaze would even briefly land on her, there didn't seem to be even the slightest bit of recognition in his eyes. It was Hotohori, it had to be! The face and the eyes, even the way he carried himself! She had to get out of the classroom, now, or risk making a total fool of herself.

"Hoto... Sensei Saihitei?" Miaka raises her hand, stumbling over her words.

Mr. Saihitei glances down at the seating chart upon his desk to match the face with a name. "Yes.... Miss Yuuki?"

"Y, yes sir. Might I be excused to the infirmary please?"

Mr. Saihitei blinks. "The infirmary? Are you not feeling well?"

"N, no sir. I'm afraid not."

"Miaka! What is your problem?" Yui whispers to her, tugging slightly on her sleeve.

"Not now, Yui... I'm just not feeling well. All right?"

"You better explain this later."

"All right. I will."

"Are you sure about this Miss Yuuki?" Mr. Saihitei asks her, an eyebrow arched almost regally in question.

Miaka swallows, forcing down the sudden lump in her throat. "Yes sir. I'm sure."

"All right then. I hope to see you back in class before the end of the period."

"Yes sir." Her hands clenched tightly at her sides, she hurries out the door of the classroom, pausing only long enough to choke back a sob before all but running not to the infirmary, but the girls room instead.