Eikichi's deal at the school included room and board, just like his deal at Holy Forest, only this time he didn't have to carry his resignation in his pocket at all times. The contract he'd signed (in blood!) took care of that.

His room was at the top rear of the teachers wing and had easy access to the roof, so once again he'd taken to going there to smoke. The conversation with Wood-san about what he'd do to him if he got the girls started on that particular habit had been fairly illuminating.

Taking a cigarette from the pack stashed in his rolled up t-shirt sleeve, he lit it and took a deep drag. The band-aid on his cheek pulled a little, and he winced. "Che. Bakayarou."

"You keep swearing like that and you'll never improve your english."

Damn! There was someone else up here! Eikichi had wanted to sulk in private! He turned and looked. Sitting in the dark with his back against the wall was...

"Harris-san?"

"Hey , I've told you before, call me Xander. Came up here for a bit of private time. You look the same." Xander had a bottle, and it looked about half empty. "Want some?"

Eikichi considered it, took a swig of the proffered bottle, and handed it back. "Domo"

"Looks like you found my place. I thought the ashtray was Faith's"

Eikichi gestured with his cigarette. "Reminds me of old school. Holy Forest. Good place, good students."

"So how'd you end up here if you liked it so much there?"

"Ah, how you say, long story. There was a... misunderstanding. It was best I leave."

Xander started to look a bit menacing. "You didn't get a girl in trouble..."

"No no no. Well, yes, " Xander had started to stand up, "but not in that way. A girl I was teaching stabbed a man. He had been a teacher there, and had gotten a friend in her class pregnant. The friend killed herself from the shame of it. The girl hated him, blamed him for her friends death. She hated all teachers, decided none of them could be trusted." He took a drag of his cigarette. "I did my best to help her. At the end, there were some misunderstandings, it was..."

"...best you leave. Yeah, I get it. Explaining away some of the wierdness that happens around the slayers can be a bit like that. Sometimes its better to leave it than to stick around to explain it." Xander took another contemplative swig of his bottle. "So how long you been over here"

"Some years. These american students, they just as troubled as japanese." The shared bottle was starting to affect Onizuka, never the best at holding his liquor. Jumping to his feet, he posed, the wind up on top of the building entirely failing to ruffle his spiked bleached hair. "Need help of GRUUEETTT-ooo TEECHAAA OHNIIIIIZoooookaaaaAAAA!"

"Who?"

Eikichi deflated a little, "Great Teacher Onizuka"

"Ah. Ok. Drink?"

"Domo"

Quintuple drabble! Exactly 500 words. I was trying for "Xander and Eikichi bond over a bottle on the roof at night" but couldn't do it in 100 words with a joke at the end. So, in deference to reviewers who asked for longer chapters pointed look here we go. I'm still calling it drabble if I can get multiples of 100 words in there.

Now, Eikichi was 22 in the anime, but if he's been in america for a few years, we'll say he's 24. Has he had a girlfriend yet? Is he still a virgin? Oh look, here comes Faith!