A/N: Whoo! Ok soooo first ficcy that I have ever posted EVER! I'm a bit psyched….dunno why but, oh well. Ok So I did warn you in the summary that this fic has a very high chance of being crap but I'll keep updating and whoever doesn't like it then…just be kind in reviews. This fic is yaoi and whoever doesn't like that can KISS MY ASS! Alrighty Then on with the second chapter…

Sesshy Is Sexii: Thanks a bunch! I'll work on making my chapters longer, kay?

Disclaimer: I'm only gonna put this on every few chappies so listen and listen up good…I do not own Saiyuki in anyway way. I don't own the boys, the plot, or anything. Having admitted that I am going to go cry for a bit.

"Can you believe it! He just told me that he wouldn't help me and sent me on my way!"

"You're exaggerating. Homura's tough, but not heartless." Said the blonde, taking a bit of his lunch. Gojyo looked at him skeptically. "Ok maybe I'm exaggerating a bit but he still didn't help me…"

"Maybe you should take his advice and get a tutor." Stated Sanzo, shrugging as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Or you could actually pay attention for a change." Said a young brunette that came up behind Sanzo and sat down next to him.

"Shut up, bakasaru." Gojyo said lamely.

"Well it's true! Maybe you could actually take notes instead of daydreaming about some girl. Wow that'd be a shocker." He said with mock wonder.

"Well I'll have you know that girls are much more interesting than school, Goku."

"Whatever."

The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes, eating their lunch. "Yeah," Gojyo said suddenly, "I think I'm gonna get a tutor."

"Good for you." Goku said, taking a sip of his soda.

"Where can you find one though?" Gojyo thought aloud.

"Sometimes other students put up fliers on the notice board saying that they'll tutor people for money." Sanzo said matter-of-factly.

"Well then," he said, standing up and picking up his tray, "I'll go check that out now."

"I've never seen you seen you so serious about your grades, Gojyo." Goku teased.

"Screw you, monkey. I need to pass twelfth grade, if I have to spend another friggin' year in this hell hole I'm gonna put a bullet between my eyes." Gojyo said glumly.

"Alright, alright."

"Hm…lets see here…" muttered Gojyo, looking at the fliers advertising tutoring sessions. The ones for twelfth grade calculus were surprisingly expensive. They were all big bright sheets of paper with big colorful writing saying that they were available once a week and that they were 20 to 25. Finally he came across one that was okay. A single sheet of plain, white paper with green lettering.

Twelfth grade math tutoring

Costs ten to fifteen dollars

Available Thursday and Saturdays

Contact Cho Hakkai at 231-1911

Gojyo took down the paper, folded it and slipped it into his pocket. Cho Hakkai. He had heard of him, he was supposedly one of the smartest in the school. He was in the principal's honor class. He wondered why he wasn't charging more. Oh well, he thought, I'm not complaining. Cho Hakkai. Yeah I'm gonna give him a call.

A/N: How was it? Bad Good? What? Review please…but be kind. 