Insanity rise: I have like two seconds to write this so here is the next chapter, read and review please, now I have to leave so bye!

Chapter 2

The horror begins!

Orochimaru and Jiraiya sat in silence as the minutes continued to float by slowly, as though the clock had somehow been pushed to an almost standstill. Orochimaru tried to keep himself busy with his thoughts, but every time his eyes drifted around the room his thoughts were shattered by the childish things around him. Scowling, he stared up at the ceiling, barely even noticing as the door creaked open. In fact, neither of them paid any notice as a small child stepped into the room, his large cerulean eyes staring at them with curiosity. It wasn't until a moment later, when Jiraiya became aware of the child, realizing he was a full ten minutes early. His lips curled into a strange smile that would have made any girl within a smile slap him, but no one but the three were in the room.

"Hi there kiddo," he grinned stupidly, noticing the distant look in the child's eyes, like he was looking right through him, "you're a little early…"

"Jiraiya," Orochimaru jabbed him in the side, nodding towards the child who appeared almost dazed. Silence followed, Jiraiya biting his lip when he realized he had no idea what to say to a child who looked as though he wanted nothing to do with them.

"Hey," he chuckled, but his tone was uneasy, "what's your name kiddo?"

"Monroe," the child said after a moment of silence, becoming quiet again as though he was thinking of what to say, "Where's my teacher?"

"She's…um…out for the day," Jiraiya shot Orochimaru a pleading glance, but it was only returned with a cruel smirk, the other man remaining in his unvoiced manner, "we're watching you for the day, My name's Jiraiya and this is Orochimaru."

"You're the crazy frog man," Monroe pointed at Jiraiya as though he was the most evil thing in the world (not to say he's the nicest either…).

"What's that supposed to mean," Jiraiya asked, wondering what these kids were being taught nowadays.

"My mommy said if I ever saw you I should hit you with a rake and run away," Monroe gawked in amazement, turning to Orochimaru, "do you have a rake?"

"If I did I'd have already hit that idiot by now," Orochimaru snickered.

"Hey Oro," Jiraiya snapped slightly, "be nice, there's a kid in here."

"I don't like you," Monroe glared at Jiraiya with his large almost otherworldly eyes. Jiraiya appeared almost taken aback, wondering how this child who he had only known for a few minutes already hated him.

"That's not very nice," Jiraiya pointed out. Silence dawned on them yet again, Jiraiya looking even more perturbed as the child continued to stare at him. He decided he would have to attempt to make a conversation if he expected to live through this day.

"So," he said in an attempted casual manner, but it was so forced that it was hardly friendly, "do you have any…pets kid?"

"I have a dog named Fluffy," Monroe said after a short pause. Jiraiya still strained for words.

"That's a nice name," Jiraiya sputtered, "is he a good dog?"

"His name is Fluffy because whenever he sees something fluffy he tears it into little shreds and buries it the refrigerator," Monroe answered in such an innocent manner that it made you wonder if he even knew what he was talking about, "mommy says when he dies he's going to-"

"Whoa…um," Jiraiya stopped him; already knowing what he was about to say, "Um…what do you like to do for fun?"

"Well," Monroe said harmlessly, "there's a certain corner in my room where I like to stand and bang my head against the wall because it get rid of all the bad thoughts…I do it quite often as a matter of fact, I wonder if there are any good corners here…"

"Nice going," Orochimaru sneered from where he sat, turning to the child with a sudden interest in his eyes, "are you some kind of miniature emo or something?"
"I don't like you either," Monroe hissed, "I'm going to sit in that corner now."

Before Orochimaru or Jiraiya could so much as utter a single word, Monroe walked over to a corner across the room and sat down, staring at the wall as though it wasn't there. Silence followed, Jiraiya sighed and looked up at the clock, finding they only had about a minute before the other kids started showing up. He exhaled deeply, standing up and staring at the door. As if on cue, the door burst open and a crowd of children of young ages hopped into the room, squealing and jumping around as if they were on a sugar rush.

"Great," Jiraiya could have slapped himself, noticing all eyes were on him.

"Hello," a little girl with bouncy blond hair tugged on Jiraiya's shirt, clutching a tiny kitten in one of her hands that looked as though it was about to claw her to death, "are you our new teachers?"

"Unfortunately," Orochimaru grumbled from his chair, slowly rising to stand beside Jiraiya.

"Hello kiddos," Jiraiya plastered on a fake grin, "I'm Jiraiya and this is Orochimaru, and we'll be watching you for today!"