Notes to reviewers:

Cammy: Yeah, they say that playing an instrument uses the same part of your brain as math. Anyway, I'll add some easy pieces in the chapters. I just didn't say anything in the first chapter because the teacher was making them do the exercises. I'll add the names of the books if I have them, otherwise I'll just make the pieces sheet music (one piece in a little booklet that you buy separately). I don't play the violin, but I might be able to find some easy famous ones. I'll somehow work that in. Also, thanks for reminding me about the fact of recitals. I have a private teacher that doesn't make me do them, so I just sign up whenever people need a pianist. Also, thanks for reviewing. It feels good to know that someone is actually reading what I put out there.

I know I need to update all my stories, but here is the next one of these

Chapter 3: Evil Plots

The next day, at school, Kurama was annoyed out of his mind by his crazy fan-girls. They were talking to him, asking him about when they could go on a date, etc.

He tried to get away from them, but they had quickly learned his usual tactics. No matter which street he went down, they would just take a detour and still end up at his house in time to attack him. They were a group of unbeatable sheer power. Every now and then, they would lose his trail, but they had been training for so long that it was not as usual as it may have been a year ago.

They followed him, and eventually, they saw him go into a building that one of them recognized as a piano studio. When the entire mob of fan-girls realized this, they immediately went into the studio and started signing up. About thirty of the almost endless number of girls managed to get lessons. The rest were sent home and given the address of another studio for if they were so interested, for the studio was booked.

The horde of fan-girls that didn't get a place went home, sad that they didn't complete their task of catching their prey. The ones that managed to schedule the piano lessons, however, were in for more than they could handle. Little did they know that the lessons at that studio were as difficult as they were.

With Kurama:

Kurama rushed into the piano studio, hoping not to bring any attention to himself. However, the teacher noticed his lateness when he ran into the studio, a whole thirty seconds late.

"Why are you so late, Mr. Minnameso?" asked Madame Franney, "You are late, and you know the penalty for that. I want you to play the exercises on that piano over there," she pointed to a piano, "for the rest of the class. I'm not even going to bother with you. It is such a shame that kids these days don't realize that people have to wait on them all the time. If they would just shut their mouths and pay attention to the authority, they might get somewhere in life. They need to learn to be prompt and learn to respect the time that was given to them to be there. And because you were late, Mr. Minnameso, I had to sit here and wait for you when I could have been teaching you the art of the piano. Now, we are five minutes late, and you should be practicing."

((I want to take this time to tell you how funny the above statement is, in context. She wanted to teach them, and was mad at him for being late, and yet she lectured about being late for more time than he was late! So, really she was the one to hold up the class!))

So, Kurama started his finger exercises in Hanon ((Here is part of the curriculum they are using)). It really wasn't that hard, but after a while, they were boring. He just sat there and went up and down the piano, over and over again, in the same pattern. Yesterday, she had taught them, or rather him as the other boys were not paying any attention, to find the notes on the keyboard. Had she been a normal teacher, she would have gone a lot slower in teaching them, but because she was so absorbed in her ability to teach, she just kept them working.

She decided to have Botan look at her new book, which was the first book in the "Alfred's Basic Piano Library" books. She also got a "Note speller", a "Recital" and a "Theory" book ((I only have the note speller and the theory, and it is an easy set, but it will get harder. I'll just make the teacher make them learn REALLY fast)).

Kuwabara and Yuske were having the time of their lives. They were just running around all the pianos scattered around the large room. However, all good things must come to an end, and Madam Franney definitely brought that to an end. Because they were such slow learners, she made them play each key, saying the name of it as they went. Then, she came over to one of them and asked them to play and A, A sharp, and so forth. They were extremely bored of that.

Hiei, on the other hand, just stood in the corner and prayed to Kami that the teacher wouldn't see him with all the chaos going on around the rest of the room. But, it only took a few minutes before he too was sitting in front of a piano, playing the dreaded "Dozen a Day". Once again, they were not hard pieces, but they had almost no music to them, and they were very boring.

Botan, once again, was the only one to really enjoy the lesson. Unfortunately, she was sure that she was going to have to take a break from it to go back to her day job, and it really saddened her to think such, so she prayed to Kami that few people would die for a while. She played several pieces in her recital book, for she was a fast learner. She loved them and she didn't want to leave the lesson, but like all good things, it had to come to an end, at least for the day.

They all went to their respective homes.

Meanwhile at the piano studio:

"Mrs. Franney, many new students signed up today. I hope you know what you are doing, taking in all these students. Remember that we aren't trying to give them just lessons, we are making them a way of life."

"Yes, I know that Mrs. Milcetich, but since we are going to brainwash them all, than we must get as many students as we can, for we may get caught."

"Are you sure you want to go through with this," said a rather chubby Mrs. Milcetich. "Who knows, we may have a demon or something in the group, them what? It won't work on a demon."

"How many times do I have to tell you, I am the only demon in the city. The crazy Koenma sees to that. And, might I add that it was Koenma that got the lessons for the people here, so they must be the Reikai Tantei. Not even Koenma would be stupid enough to have demons on his side."

"Very true. Now, when are we going to do it?"

"We shall do it at the recital, so that they will all be there, and if any of them are demons, then their demon form will come out, and they will be shunned from everybody."

"What about all the crazy girls that were signed up today?" asked Mrs. Milcetich, "They will want to follow around the red head, and I'm sure that will make him so exhausted that he won't be able to resist the brainwashing. Shall I put as many girls as I can under that time slot?"

"That has to be the smartest idea I have ever heard coming out of your mouth. I think you deserve a prize or something, my precious obedient slave."

"Your are welcome, Master Franney."

"Oh, call me by my full title, it is much more…me."

"Ok, Master Samantha Katrina Franney, the powerful and smart telekinetic S- class demon in disguise."

"Much better. Now, go and clean all the pianos. We wouldn't want to scare away the girls with the presence of dust, would we?"

"No, Master. Right away, Master."

"Good." And with that, Madame Franney went back up to her room to finish part of the potion for the brainwashing of the students that was to take place the week after the next.

So…. How was the evil teacher thing? Also, I would like to say that the last name Milcetich is the last name of a good friend of mine, and I only used it because is was the first last name that popped into my head that was a little weird. No offence to that person. This story takes place when Yuske is an S-class demon lord.