Kurama sighed silently as he made his way to his next class. Normally he didn't mind school, it was simple enough for him that he could probably pass most, if not all, of his classes in his sleep. However, his next class was different. Physical Education. During this class he always had to keep himself in check, making sure not to jump too far, throw too hard, or show any of his 'super-human' strengths. And while that in and of itself is not terribly difficult, having to allow yourself to be hit by an object traveling at speeds enough to hurt quite badly when you could have fairly easily avoided it simply because no human could have is annoying.

Kurama sighed, there wasn't any help for it. P.E. was simply another part of the façade. The façade he kept up for his mother's sake.

With the ease of much practice Kurama slipped away from his many stalkers and into the boys locker room.

A teacher was standing by the door taking attendance, Kurama blinked in surprise, {he must be a substitute, I wonder what happened to Mr. Wamamoto?} Shrugging, Kurama told the teacher his name and made his way to his locker, pulling out his gym clothes he began to make his way to a empty bathroom stall to change as he always did. The teacher, Mr. Harutan by his nametag, stopped him.

"Minamino, where are you going?"

Kurama blinked, "I'm going to change, I always do so in one of the stalls."

"Well not today, you will change out here with every one else."

"Ah, Harutan-sensi, I don't really think that's a good idea."

Harutan folded his arms across his chest, "I believe it is a fine idea, now change."

By now of course they had drawn quite a crowd, everyone wondering what was so awful that the great Minamino Shuichi felt the need to hide it.

Holding back a sigh, Kurama put his clothes back down and calmly began to undress. Silence. Then a whisper, "holy fuck, those marks must be at least a week old."

Kurama, about to take off his pants paused and turned to the gaping crowd, "not at all, I heal quite quickly, they usually only last a day or two, three at the most."

Kurama's entire visible upper body that had been previously hidden by his school uniform was covered with marks. There were hickies decorating his neck, chest, and back, small barely visible bite marks across his shoulders and belly, long nail tracks down his back, and various other, less identifiable love-marks filling in the spaces in between.

As Kurama's hands moved to his pants Marutan hurriedly stopped him, "that's ok, why don't you finish changing in one of the stalls?"

Kurama shrugged and picked up his clothes again, moving to the stalls. He heard a voice whisper behind him, "we already saw his chest, what's the point of making him change in there?" And the answer, "just think about it, if he had those kind of marks on his chest imagine what the rest of his body could be like."

Kurama grinned just wait until Hiei learns what he got me into now.