I have nothing to say other than thank you my readers and reviewers. Also Dark isn't gay yet.

Chapter 2

Dark sat in his seat bored to death. He didn't know which class he was in at the moment but he didn't really give a damn. Recently his classes seemed to be getting even duller, if that was possible, and all the girls around the school no longer interested him. They all looked the same now, and since he wasn't gay it's not like he would go after the guys, he wasn't desperate. His thoughts were interrupted by a piece of folded paper landing on his desk. Opening it up it read:

"So did you hear the rumors about a new kid coming here?"

Glancing over at his friend, Krad, who wasn't paying attention to their sensei but faking it marvelously, he shook his head slightly. Making sure the coast was clear he wrote a response to Krad's question.

"No I haven't, but most likely when we're through with them they'll wish they had never been born!"

Passing the note to his blonde haired friend he waited for the other boy's response. A smirk made its way across the blonde's face as he read the note. Yes they were going to make this kid's life a living hell, but they didn't care, it wasn't like it was going to hurt them in the end. No longer caring if he got caught, Krad wrote down his message and tossed it to Dark.

The purple-haired boy opened the note again and read it, an evil smile spreading across his handsome face.

"What do you plan to do?"

What was he going to do? What wasn't he going to do would be an easier question! He was going to make this new kid miserable, and would do anything to do it. This kid was going to wish he never came to Azumano high school. Dark had to contain the evil laugh that so badly wanted to escape at the thoughts of torturing the new student.

Everyone's attention was caught by the sound of knocking at the door. Putting down her white board pen the teacher walked over to the door and opened it a bit to look outside and then opened it fully when all she saw was a red-haired boy standing in front of them. He looked nervous and was shaking a little but the teacher ignored it. "How may I help you?" She asked with a sincere voice.

"Uh well," the red head stuttered. "You see," He put his hand behind his head in a nervous motion, "I'm new here and I just got my schedule and I wanted to make sure I have the right class."

The teacher, who was in her mid-twenties, smiled, "Is that all? Just give me your name and I'll check with my role sheet, okay."

Calming down a bit, the red head responded to the teacher's smiling by giving her one of his own. "Okay, my name is Daisuke Niwa."

Still smiling the teacher motioned Daisuke to follow her into the classroom and to her desk. Pushing some papers around the teacher finally found her role sheet. Glancing down the list of names she found the boy's in no time. "Yup, this is your class Daisuke, and you may call me Takemi sensei or by my first name Yume. Actually now that I think about it every calls me Yume so just call me that, okay?"

Sweat dropping Daisuke gave his new teacher a nervous smile, "Um okay Sensei." At first he thought he might get along with this teacher, but now that he was starting to get to know her he wasn't so sure. For one reason she was very weird and acted like his mothe,r and another was she was as neat as a teenager. Her desk had been littered with so many papers it almost scared him. Shaking himself out of his disturbing thoughts he asked, "Uh, Yume sensei where do I sit?"

Yume glared at the young boy. "It's Yume! Not Yume sensei! Yume!" Daisuke gulped at his sensei's outburst. If he had been scared before of her he was terrified now. Forgetting her outburst the sensei cleared her throat and acting as if nothing had happened told him where his seat was. "Your seat is behind Satoshi. Satoshi darling," she sang, "please raise your hand so Daisuke here can find his seat."

Reluctantly a blue-haired boy with glasses raised his hand. He didn't seem to really care what was going on and when Yume had called him a lot of the girls in the class began to giggle or whisper to the person next to them. Blushing when he realized he was sitting next to someone who must be very popular, or at least well known, he took his seat behind the boy.

Dark smirked as he watched Daisuke take his seat behind Satoshi. He could tell right away Daisuke wouldn't tell anyone if he was having problems at school, making him the perfect target. Yes, this was going to be fun, and it would all start once the bell for the mid-morning break rang.