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Summary: Shuichi Shindou's parents have put their foot's down: If Shuichi wants to tour Japan then he will have to finish High School. Pressing deadlines and nosey, love sick classmates abound. Can our favorite rock star go back to school amid the cameras of the press and the pressures of his job? To bad that Hiro already got his High School Equivalency. It looks like he's going it alone this time.

Graduation Song: Blind Game Again

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Shuichi fidgeted in his seat and looked over to his schoolbag with trepidation. It was Monday and, as per his employer's instructions, he was now heading off to his first day of school. Both K and Sakano had shown up at an ungodly early hour and had forced him to get up and get ready. His school uniform had been brought by K and he now found himself wishing that he had just put his foot down about the whole deal. He had been pulled away from a warm Yuki, dressed in an over starched white shirt and black slacks, and had been forced into Sakano's new limo, which was a shiny black with darkly tinted windows. The license plate even read 'BADLUCK'. Nobody would miss this nice of a car so he couldn't even sneak in the back door now.

"Come on Shuichi," said Sakano tiredly. "All you have to do is bear this for one month and then make a small speech about how the school inspired you to your profession of singing." Shuichi blinked.

"But then I'd be lying," he said innocently. K laughed and pulled the car up to its destination. Shuichi tried to peer out of the window and catch a glimpse of his old school but the tinted window was simply too dark.

"This is it Shuichi," assured K. "I'll be here to pick you up at three o'clock sharp. Pay attention to your sensei, play nice with the other students, and remember to tell me if anyone messes with you." He held up his beloved Magnum and laughed, leaving Shuichi with no doubt of what would happen to the unfortunate fool who did that.

"Thanks K," he said with a smile and moved to exit the car.

"Just one more thing Shuichi," said K before he could open the door. Shuichi paused and gave him a curious look. "You're going to need this," he said and tossed Shuichi a pair of sunglasses. Shuichi sighed and put the glasses on. Taking his bag, he opened the door and got out of the car only to have a flash of light snapped in his face. The reporters descended on him like ants to sugar.

"Shindou-san, how does it feel to be back at your old high school?" asked one reporter excitedly.

"Great," he drawled, "just great." The reporters did not even pick up on the double meaning as he made his way to the school doors, absently waving to the screaming fan that where made up of his old classmates. Yamanaka-sensei was standing at the doors and ushered him inside with firm order for the reporters to stay outside. Shuichi sighed in relief as the doors closed and quiet descended into the corridor.

"Shindou-san," said Yamanaka-sensei smoothly, "I'm so glad that you decided to take us up on our offer. I assume that you remember where everything is and if not then our students will be more then happy to help you out. Here is your schedule. Let me know if you need anything at all." He handed Shuichi the slip of paper and made his way back to the office. Shuichi looked at the paper and groaned.

Room: 2-4

Pd. 1: English Literature8- 8:55 am

Pd. 2: Pre-Calculus9-9:55 am

Pd. 3: Science10-11 am

Pd. 4: Lunch11-11:30 am

Pd. 5: Japanese Literature11:30-12:25 pm

Pd. 6: Gym12:30-1:15 pm

Pd. 7: Music1:30-2 pm

Pd. 8: History2-3 pm

There were so many hard classes with only a half hour for music. Shuichi was sure that he wouldn't survive the day. He made his way to his classroom and found a seat just before the other students entered and began fighting for seats around him. Finally, a busty blonde pushed her way into the desk next to him and smiled at him with hearts in her eyes.

"Hi Shindou-san, remember me," she fawned in what she thought was a seductive voice.

(Flashback)

Shuichi sighed and shoved his geography book into his locker with a resigned sigh. He had spent the whole week writing a new song and had been taken completely by surprise when his sensei had sprung a pop quiz on the class. His parents would not be thrilled when he brought home the next in a long line of 'F's. Shuichi slammed his locker shut and pushed the thought from his mind. Like he would ever need to know where New York was anyway. He lived in Japan for Sakuma's sake.

"Well, maybe if I do a world tour some day," he said with a laugh.

"Oh? I didn't know they had world tours for village idiots," came a snobby voice from behind him. He turned and found Kioko and her band of clones behind him. Kioko smirked and turned her nose up at him. "Really Shindou, how you even made it this far is beyond me. Why don't you just do yourself a favor and dropout now? I hear they have an opening for a new mascot at Burger Buddy. One would think that a dobe like you can at least get that right. Nah, an idiot like you would probably put the head on backwards." Her group of clones laughed vapidly and followed her down the hall. Shuichi clenched his fists and ran off to the music room before his tears were able to fall.

(End Flashback)

Shuichi blinked at the Kioko as she leaned forward in an attempt to show him even more of her cleavage. "No," he answered as he dismissed her casually. He turned his attention to the front of the room but could not block out the frenzied whispers that where already reordering Kioko's status to the bottom of the class hierarchy. Moments later the door opened and the sensei walked in. All conversation halted immediately as she reached the front of the room.

"Good morning class," she began coldly. "Today we will be continuing our work on 'The Grapes of Wrath'. Why don't we start our new student in on an easy question? Mr. Shindou," she said with an evil look. "Explain what message the author was trying to convey with his use of the turtle in chapter three." Shuichi gulped with dread.

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Shuichi shoved his books into his new locker and closed it with a tired sigh. In one morning he had managed to set fire to the science lab, set of a chain of reactions that had led to a full blown food fight, and give his gym teacher a concussion by sending a foul ball straight into his head during a baseball game. All of this was done with the fawning and admiration of the student body as it seemed that Shuichi could do no wrong with him. He really wished he could just crawl into a hole and hide for awhile before he went crazy from the constant unwanted attention.

Shuichi took a deep breath and held his head high. "This is all for the tour," he reminded himself firmly. At least he finally had his favorite class next. Shuichi was practically skipping when he arrived at the music room and he entered with a happy smile. The other students were already seated and had there music books dutifully out. Shuichi looked around for the music teacher but didn't see her anywhere. He turned to a nearby girl who he remembered had always been kind to him, if just a little quiet. "Where is Mari-sensei?" he asked curiously. "I've never know her to be out of this room."

"Ano…Mari-sensei retired last semester," she answered quietly. "We have Tomake-sensei now." Shuichi blinked and took his seat. So the only cool sensei was gone. He hoped that this new music teacher was just as good. Moments later the classroom door flew open and a rather severe looking man stepped into the room. He took one look at Shuichi and sneered.

"Ah, yes. We have a new student." He walked to the front of the room and set down his brief case. "We will have no need of the caterwauling that you young people dare to call music in this class young man. Here we will study the work of composers such as Beethoven, Chopin, and Handel: true masters in their field. Perhaps you will actually learn something by the time I am through with you. All of you turn to page 123; we will now begin our unit on the life and triumphs of the great Mozart." Shuichi blinked in shock and the man continued to deliver a mixture of lecture and loathing about Shuichi's profession. They had managed to ruin even this part of his day. The music was dead.

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That's all folks. I got a bit discouraged from my Naruto fic and decided to have some fun with this fic. Please review and tell me what you think. And if you like Naruto please go check out my other fics: Domino Effect and Fated Meetings (sequel to DE). My review rate wasn't so good last chapter and so I'm a bit down.

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