Author's note: I'm sorry just counldn't get on for hte last week and i have been so so so busy... anyway thanks to everyone that has been reviewing and reading and please continue on doing so... another chapter... that i hope is good... but anyway thanks again and R&R

Chapter 3

Haku sent the last of his wards towards his waiting mother in the hallway. It had been a couple of weeks now and the children were really shaping up. Haku was a natural with children and he knew that. The internet café, downstairs just provided him with what the children were suppose to be learning at their age.

He walked to the corner of the drying glue activity the children just had and started sorting them out.

"Excuse me, Mizaki-san," Chihiro knocked at the door.

"Mido-sama, what brings you here?" Asked Kohaku wondering if he was fired. Job hunting wasn't easy at all.

"Oh, just checking up. I'll be sitting in your class soon to do just a little assessment, so be ready."

"Of course, if there is anything I need improving on please do inform me, Mido-sama," Kohaku replied respectfully.

"No need for formalities, Haku-sensei, as the children call you." Chihiro intoned looking at the greatly improved and clean Child Center. "Call me Chihiro."

"Hai, Chihiro-sama,"

Chihiro smiled a bit amused. "Alright, I wanted to congratulate you for making it this far. I was expecting a mountain of complaints from you or the parents but as of now nothing bad has reached me. Keep it up, Haku." Then made her way out of the Child Center.

Haku found himself singing on the way home. It has been that way for the past couple of weeks.

Chihiro rummaged through her bag for her apartment keys. Now, where in the world are you…

Having finally located them, she tumbled into her own little haven she calls home. She was a bit wet since it had rained and the guy from down the corridor parked at her usual parking space close to the apartment gate. So, hence she had to walk.

Chihiro sighed as she fell onto her leather arm chair. She was aching all over, what more is that she had a report the following day. Well, as much as she hoped hse was done she wasn't even half finished. She just wanted to lie there and hope tomorrow won't come but she knew that just wouldn't do. She after all was Chihiro Mido, the pride of her family.

Dragging her body off the couch she proceeded to the kitchen and prepared her dinner which basically consists of opening the freezer and pooping the instant meal into the microwave. Such was her life in Tokyo.

Haku fished out his keys from his pocket. He was dripping wet and a puddle was forming at his feet. He paced the key in and placed all his weight on the very sturdy door. His first shove didn't work so he heaved again and he was rewarded by stumbling into his apartment.

Well, it was more of a room actually. A studio type and that was putting it nicely. He closed his door and bolted it. He pulled out his dinner from his bag. He stopped by the market to pick up some fish and a small cup of rice. He dried himself off and heated up a pan to cook his dinner.

He brought out the article on cognitive development in three years old and began to read. Harry, one of his students seem to have excluded himself from his class. He sighed he hoped that nothing was wrong with Harry, if there is he hoped he could help him.

Why am I such a sucker for kids? He wondered.

Maybe because he couldn't remember his own childhood. Try as he may to do so.