Hello Simply Hopeless here with a new fan fiction for you. I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Inuyasha just this story. I'm writing this to beat back the jitters I'm getting from taking my Japanese test. This may or may not be a Youko Kurama x Sesshomaru story it just depends. So I hope you enjoy and I expect many reviews or I will discontinue this story immediately.
Can You Tango?
Chapter One
He was one of the first students that entered the classroom as he waited patiently for the class to begin and the teacher to finally arrive. He took a seat that was relatively in the middle before settling his school utensils in place.
The class being built so that it rose in layers up to the door behind him that was to be used for exits and entrances. The last floor was the floor that was of course supposed to be used by the teacher. That was his ground… his stage sort to speak and the students where his audience.
To past the time he thought to amuse on a specific event that made him make his final decision on choosing this class.
"It seems that Mr. Taisho is willing to make an exception just this once and allow you into his Japan History 101 class," Mr. Saotome mused thoughtfully. "You should be lucky Mr. Minamono he has never allowed a student to come to his class after it's been filled to capacity like that," Mr. Saotome looked at him questioningly.
"Well then I must be like you say Mr. Saotome," Kurama nodded his head thoughtfully at the head of the English department.
"Are you sure a high school student like you are prepared for such a rigorous class? Maybe I should situate you with Ms. Izumo or even Mr. Tenji? Better to start off easy when going to a college when it your just a junior in high school," he wheedled gently trying to stroke Kurama's bruised ego.
"No I am quite happy with the class I have taken up. Good day Mr. Saotome," Kurama said politely but clearly ending the conversation.
'All that had happened just happened just a week ago,' he thought to himself. Kurama had a feeling that this class would be special. The warnings that Mr. Saotome gave him made him more interested instead of making him more cautious. He wanted to see for himself this teacher that made such a strict looking man as Mr. Saotome squirm and beg for Kurama to change classes.
And as soon as the last student was situated their new teacher walked into the room as if one que. It was almost simultaneous as all eyes were focused quickly on him. The confident, long strides he took as he walked towards his desk while silver locks that way went pass his waist swished gently behind him. Slim fingers settled his briefcase down on the desk, releasing his hold against its handle before he popped it open gently.
It was as if he didn't even notice them as he took up a pair of glasses from his a small leather case and slipped them on. None dared not comment on his choice of entire there was a few silent whispers of appreciation.
Clothed in the traditional garb of the feudal era, their teacher Professor Sesshomaru wore a white haori with a red flower print pattern and white hakamas. His feet were sheathed in soft leather boots while a yellow and purple obi was tied snuggly around his narrow waist.
Kurama had almost expected a white dog's tail or even demon markings that marked the delicate features of his face but none was present. Though his full, pouting lips curled into a constant scowl he had not the signs that showed his demon heritage except for the silver hair that was so light it was nearly white.
Golden eyes narrowed as they looked up to gouge out his class before they turned to settle with slight disapproval on Kurama. Without a word said he made his silent approach to Kurama. His feet not making not one sound against the oaken, polish floors that were the stairs on the tier classroom.
"Name," he barked his order out and said nothing else. But in those simple words it seemed he wanted more then just his name. So that Kurama had a strong compulsion to say everything and anything about himself. About the fact that he was playing host to a fox spirit or the fact that he worked for the makia word. Anything the teacher so much desired but he didn't because that wasn't required of him.
"Shuichi Minamono," Kurama said calmly his growing admiration for the teacher present easily hidden into emerald depths. His was a face that had been schooled to show the emotions he wanted others to see tucking the rest safely for more important that seemed not yet present now.
"I tolerate nothing but the best from you Mr. Minamono," he hissed low, his golden eyes narrowed. "You must all show up on time, everyday to class or I will automatically fail you," he commanded to the entire class but his eyes were focused specifically on Kurama. "I don't believe in easy 'A's you most work hard for each and every one in my class. Do I make myself clear?" he growled out menacingly like a dog worrying over a bone.
"Good… then we can at least agree on that," he mused thoughtfully before walking down the steps.
'What a hard ass though then again I bet it's nice and firm if someone where to—' began Youko mischievously.
"Did you want to say anything Mr. Minamono?" Sesshomaru questioned as he took off his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. Kurama could see the irritated look on his professor's face and quickly shook his head.
"Of course not Professor," he said in his polite, soft voice.
"Hmphf," was all Sesshomaru managed to say before he turned back to the chalkboard and began to "Turn in your books to page 413," he announced crisply as he continued to write on the board.
Kurama wanted to tell the Professor that they really should start from the beginning but as soon as he opened his mouth he closed it firmly again. 'No, no I should trust him,' he chastised himself. Slim fingers began to flip towards the required pages before he glanced over the page casually before turning his emerald green eyes back on his teacher.
"We will be working are way from modern era all the way back to the feudal. In my class you well cast away such modern technology and ideology as cell phones and tape recorders. Those were not needed in the past and they lived fine without them," he said crisply before turning to finally face the class. "So will you. You will be penalized if I see any cell phone in my sight or any tape recorder out."
He could hear the soft groans and looks of disbelief shown. A small, cold smile spread across his lips as he looked at his students. He picked up a sheathed sword from his desk and with quick dexterity and fluidness he pulled out his steel blade and pointed it at the class. The blade did not quiver in his hands as all eyes focused on it as the steady hand guided the blade across the entire classroom as if singling them all out one by one.
"You can always drop out now. It's not too late and there is still a chance that you can get most of your money back. So go! It is better to know that you will not succeed now before taking up a fool's errand," he commented casually as he took off his glasses.
Golden eyes narrowed expectantly as if daring them to go. But no one could, their attentions to wrapped up in this person before them. He commanded the class ruthlessly with an iron fist and yet they could not abandon now. Not yet at least it seemed that way for Kurama as those intense golden eyes looked at him longer then necessary before moving to another student.
'Such a dangerous beauty,' mused Youko in appreciation.
"I see, so you are all still here," he breathed softly as he slid the blade with a soft click, home into its sheath. "Remember this class if you must learn anything important here. All your life is a huge battlefield. You are always in war with your family… your friends… and mostly importantly… You are at war with yourself. It depends on one tactics you use that will reveal the ultimate winner in those battles," he said solemnly.
He then rested it with care on top of his desk before sitting gingerly on the edge of his desk. Book in hand he turned his teacher's book to the required page. "Now as I said before class, please turn to page 413," he murmured soothingly as he placed his glasses back on his nose.
'This will be quite interesting don't you think Youko?' questioned Kurama as he consoled his other half.
'Mmm yes, very,' Youko answered excitedly. As they both watched the teacher with hungry eyes drinking in everything the silver haired teacher did.
To be continued…
A/N: I must have at least ten reviews before I will even write another chapter.