Disclaimer: Sailor Moon does not belong (in any way shape or form) to me. This story is a fictitious tale using the characters created by Naoko Takeuchi. She has capital, I do not, go forth and read.

Caught in Confines; The Role of Teaching

"Jones, Tabitha." Ignoring the duty of role call, the blubbering teen flounced flamboyantly in her seat, giggling stupidly at the complete ridicule that was the opposite sex. Tensing my jaw, I cursed the misfortune of my career.

"I want my work to mean something; I want to educate young minds, expand the universe through the next generation." foolish words spoken by a foolish man.

Whatever the reasoning behind it all, here I stood (or rather, sat) amidst the incomprehensible minds of the young and fault filled. Clearing my throat, I made another, more effort filled attempt.

"Miss Jones, if girls such as yourself spent more time reading up on history instead of repeating historical stereotypes, the world would have fewer issues with noise pollution." Catching her attention, the pony-tailed blond pouted unattractively and slid indecently into her seat. The rest of the seniors snickered silently at her misfortune and it was all I could do to not to strangle them all.

Leafing through the rest of the named sheets, I slid my slim, metal-framed spectacles onto my face. My eyes reflected back, shadowing my youthful age behind a mask of pessimism. Thick strands of black drifted over my vision and I raked them lazily back into place. Heaving a heavy sigh, I continued the dreaded attendance.

"Now, can anyone tell me some of Darwin's' theories and how they correlate with the Christian belief as stated in Genesis?" I glanced back to a sea of dead stares. Somewhere, the faintest palpations of life must have existed, but for the life of me, the students seem to have reverted to primordial soup.

Rubbing my temples, I called a name; "Ami; name one of Darwin's theories." The dark haired girl jerked from her reverie and glanced nervously around. Opening her mouth, I awaited her whisperings of knowledge.

"Survival of the fittest," she garbled. Though I generally tended to ignore the female race as a rule, I found it astounding that amongst the throng of clattering birdbrains, there could exist one who valued the importance of knowledge. Smiling in satisfaction, I nodded.

"Good. Darwin's main point centers on the truth that those with not only the will but also the strength to survive would live and pass on their genes while the weaker creatures would die out. For example-" A quiet rapping silenced my lecture. Rolling my eyes in a juvenile manner, I dropped my arms to my sides and glanced at the door. The students who reclined so conveniently during the 'discussion' sprang back to life at the prospect of a disruption. Signaling complete silence on their part, I strode to the entrance and opened it slowly.

Peeking on the other side was an unfamiliar face. Standing exceptionally small and just over five feet was another parasite sent to my care. She lifted her head slowly and I gasped.

Sky blue revealed from beneath thick black lashes, contrasting greatly with the pallor of her marble complexion. She was indeed a sight to be craved. Fidgeting nervously under my gaze, she reached up with a shaky hand and offered me a folded note.

"Mr. Kensington told me to give this to you." she brushed the longish bangs from her eyes and rubbed her hands anxiously over her woolen skirt. I stared at her for a moment, sadistically enjoying her torturous position: a new student.

She blinked, confusedly and pointed at me. "You are mister Shields, aren't you?" Again, I said nothing. Instead, I spun around and returned to the class. Unsure whether or not to follow she took a tentive step forward, then another and another. Her Mary Jane's resounded around the classroom as curious faces peered at her. Even with my back turned to her, I could feel the heat from her blush warming my back.

Deciding the girl had suffered long enough I nodded. "Go on then, traditional introductions are in order now, I suppose." Furrowing her brow in an air-headed fashion, she turned and faced her audience. Clasping both hands together, she wrung both fingers apprehensively.

"Umm, hello.my name is Bunny. I moved here recently with my parent's and brother." I raised an eyebrow. Nuclear family? Bred to destroy then. She paused and turned to me again, searching for direction.

"This is the time someone graciously offers their own friendly acquaintance so that class may be resumed."

"What's with the nerdy hairstyle?" came a gentlemanly reply. The girl shot her hand up to the twin buns that sat symmetrically on her head. I looked back at her, watching as she traced the long strands that hung from each ball. Fully expecting a spectacle of waterworks as the underbred sniggered along with his clan, I was about to begin the distribution of detention slips. Fortunately for the young ignoramus, the new girl giggled foolishly.

"They are a little odd, aren't they? They seem to suit me, much like your chipmunk cut." The un mindful jock's jaw dropped, blood rushing from the tip of his collar to the roots of his boy scout trim. His lips curled contemptuously, revealing a pair of bucked teeth. The laughter ceased immediately and a quiet glaze seeped over the populous. Even I found myself staring in awe. Who would have guessed a spitfire in that form?

"Bunny, was it?" a voice proclaimed. Jolting back to reality, I watched as Rei stood, motioning to an empty desk at her side. "Why don't you come sit by me?" Bunny grinned appreciatively and bounded over to her new friend. Cute. A narcissist and a feminist; this was beginning to sound like another idiotic universal joke. I for one was not amused. Walking back to the board, I quickly jotted some numbers.

"Since none of you seem able to do voluntary reading of the subject, dictation will once again rule supreme." Narrowing my eyes at the unlikely new pair, I directed the last of my message to them. " Pages 25 through 60, all questions complete." The ring of the bell censored their grumbles and I could not help but grin as Bunny and the others sent evil curses my way. Perhaps I really was a sadist; what a revelation.

The atmosphere before me was that of a bar, in its dirtiest and most grunge filled form. Smoke curled its way around every object, its sensuous flavor dancing temptingly out of reach. Extending my hand forward, I accepted the frosted glass of released inhibitions and downed the sour liquid in a deep gulp.

"Take it easy there Darien; you have to work tomorrow." Ignoring the preaching of my equally diluted comrade, I slid my glass down the wooden surface and specified my order. It zoomed back to me rather unexpectedly, the amber substance sloshing messily over the handle. Grabbing it greedily, I lifted the second serving of sin into my system. "Your body's going to hate you for this later." I nodded appreciatively.

"Thanks for the warning." Punching my arm lightly, he struck a disgusted face, soon replaced by a more amiable mask.

"So how's the teaching going? Must be weird teaching kids so close to your age." I grinned. Accepting another pour from the kind server, I looked pointedly at my friend's naïveté.

"It's not age that makes the difference, it's intelligence." Taking in another large gulp, I continued. "We may have less then a decade between us as our tombstones will graciously proclaim, but we're eons apart when it comes to thinking." Andrew merely shook his head.

"Bullshit." At that, we both laughed. Warm memories of childhood banters and teenage angst flooded through me. There are few things one can count on, and a good friend ranks high on the list.

"So, does your warden know you're out?" I asked, referring to his longtime partner, Rita. Another foul face befell him.

"Honestly Darien. Must you always speak of women in such a way? This is the 20th century after all. Times are changing-"

"Yes, yes, so I hear from the raging feminists. Speaking of which, a new student came today." Andrew shook his head, most likely pitying whoever had been subjected to my humor. "Poor thing; tiny kid from prominent nuclears," He acquiesced, acknowledging he knew what it was that I meant. "She was shaking like a leaf!"

"I really pity your students you know." I chuckled.

"Oh, but this one, she was something to see. Firecracker in wolves clothing.put Perry Mason's boy right in his place!" Jovial laughter erupted from us both. The familiar buzz of alcohol danced around my mind, making the conversation all the more enjoyable. In the corner of my mind came a sober thought; this girl, this 'Bunny' would certainly prove as a viable opponent. Before I had even time to argue this point, it disappeared as the drug took hold.

Yes, chapter two. Rather long and eventful, if I do say to myself. I prefer keeping AN to the end of a story, so those who don't want to read them don't have to. I would really like to thank my three glorious reviewers:

Usako4life-
Yes, I thought it was funny too. Have you ever seen 'Pleasentville'? It started me on this whole fifties craze thing. Besides; the music was just swell! (I'm not even being sarcastic: P)

Baby Daydreamer Wiley-
Aww, I'm really glad you like it, and I am sorry for the long delay (what, a few months? Whoops!) Lucky for you, I'm posting the second and third chapter now to make up for it!

Critic3-
I would really like to thank you for you critique; I realize now the prologue didn't really reveal much about the plot and characters, though the reason I put it up was just sort of a basis for readers to see how jaded and sadistic Darien is. Hopefully, the following chapters will reach your expectations!

Also, I sort of switched the names to the English version, simply because I wanted to do America's 50' instead of Japan's (otherwise I'd have to research.yada yada) Sorry if there was any confusion. Darien is quite a chauvinist right now, but I assure you there's reason for it and will be explained throughout the story.