Inspired by the fact that the PoT boys never seem to have any form of academic life, which we long-suffering school students know is downright impossible. Hope this turns out okay...

I do not own PoT. Though I'd give about anything to own Yuushi...

History with Hyotei

"...and you see that this artefact from the Aryan civilisation resembles a chess set. If people living hundreds of years ago to be able to make this, we can infer that...?" Damn that moronic teacher. Die sensei.

"um, chess is a very old game?" Damn him too. Die teacher. And take Jirou with you.

"Wrong. As you can see, they were able to use grids for the squares on the set. How did they manage to measure and produce such precise work without the modern tools we have today?" Do I look like I bloody care? Enlighten us already so we can go.

Such was the atmosphere in Shishido's head as the Hyotei team were subjected to yet another two-hour History make-up lesson intended to replace the classes they'd missed when training for the regional competitions. Needless to say, it wasn't working so well. With this attitude in almost everyone's head, it seemed that the entire team was doomed to fail yet another exam, with the exception of our resident genius Yuushi. And Jirou. No one had ever bothered to ask what Jirou's favourite subject was, in any of the few conversations he'd stayed awake long enough to have. But it was totally unnecessary to ask now. Jirou was the only one fully awake, bobbing up and down in his chair and eagerly absorbing anything sensei said. Well, at least now the team had a source of History notes to look for when they needed to cram two days before the test.

Resting on his elbow and struggling desperately against the lure of sleep, Gakuto was able to find energy to shoot a poisonous glare at the back of Yuushi's head. Said doubles partner was looking out the window at the school garden outside, not paying any attention to the lesson at all, but who was? Besides Jirou, that was. Gakuto would be fine with that if Yuushi had to struggle with passing like the normal people on the team, but no, he always breezed through without studying at all, while Gakuto crammed so devotedly the night before and failed anyway. Damn Yuushi. Glancing at Atobe on the other side of the room, Gakuto wasn't surprised to see His Royal Highness looking disgustedly at the History teacher's clothes. Trust Atobe. Not everyone in the world could afford fox-furs and multimillionaire things like that. Obviously, even a decade and a half of existence in the cruel world had failed to knock that fact into their captain.

Jirou, on the other hand...

Blissfully unaware of his teammates' unfortunate plight, Jirou was having lots of fun hearing about civilisations and how they managed to make a living when times were so hard and nature so harsh. If only the teacher could communicate more to his students...But that was okay. Jirou was very happy simply listening to cold hard facts and noting them down. History was by far his favourite subject, and the only one he ever managed to score well in, no surprise. He couldn't understand why all his classmates wanted to kill him whenever he started talking about history. It was a very nice subject...right?

Meanwhile, Hiyoshi was cursing himself for not bringing his library book to school. It was a very good book about a powerful but greedy king who ended up being overthrown by his nephew. Okay, maybe not the best ever plot there was, but it was a thousand times better than trying to listen to the most ancient teacher on Earth as he rattled on, miraculously transforming the originally intriguing subject of ruthless human sacrifices into flawless sleep therapy. There were quite a few other history teachers around in school, why did they have to get landed with this one? Was he being punished for someone he'd killed in a past life? Death might be better than this...No, really.

"Oh dear...Forgot to bring the notes on civilisations..." Silent class cheer: YES YES YES YES YES!

"Wait here for a while, I'll be back as soon as I can." That's okay, take your time...God is so good to me...

As soon as the teacher started out of the classroom, the entire place came alive. Atobe commenced complaining loudly about sensei's atrocious dress sense, Gakuto started trying to kill Yuushi and Shishido started packing his bag. Might as well make a run for it: Otori was down with flu so there was no reason for Shishido to stay in class any longer. "Anyone coming? I'm getting out of here."

Multiple cries of "Me! Me!" were heard coming from some of the team, namely Hiyoshi and Gakuto, who was trying his best to haul his much taller doubles partner away with him. And failing. Miserably. Yuushi saw no harm in sitting here for the rest of the lesson. He had nothing else better to do anyway. He'd probably sit here for the rest of his life if he could, growled a very miffed Gakuto's brain. But I'm not going to let him kill himself here... "Come on Yuushi, why waste your life away here when you could be coming to the arcade with me?"

"You should be staying here instead, and we'll go to the arcade later. Sensei's coming back soon anyway. I want to live to see my next birthday, thanks." Were all tensais really this mean?

"If you're not coming then I'm leaving you here! Come on Hiyoshi." Gakuto was pretty pissed. With Shishido, they ran at full speed towards the door and started down the stairs, bumping into sensei carrying a load of paper on the way.

Wait.

Yes, bumped into sensei carrying a load of paper on the way. Damn.

"You three, trying to skip classes, is it? Truancy is a serious offence! You will come back to the lesson right this minute and stay back for an hour to reflect on your behaviour! And two weeks' detention for all three of you! Now get back to class!" Collective cursing. Shit. That didn't work out so well...

Back in class...

Yuushi tried his best to hide the I-told-you-so look that kept threatening to spread across his face whenever he looked at Gakuto. And succeeded, fortunately, guaranteeing his ability to live until his next birthday. Atobe kept right on smirking. Placing his survival at great risk...At the hands of Shishido and Gakuto. Hiyoshi would leave him alone if he offered him a good book.

Stealing a glance at our three (would-be) escapees...

Sulk. And continue mentally cursing sensei to hell and back again.

Sulk. And silently moan about the forgotten storybook.

Sulk. And throw dirty looks at Yuushi.

There was an hour left of History remedial.

A/N: I'm sorry! I had severe writer's block! I just wrote it because I kept thinking that I should write a fic like that...Only when I got down to it did I realise I didn't know what to write, which shouldn't have been the case...