Ch.5

School is Still in Session

A/N:Sorry it took so long for me to write the next installment for this story, two weeks of Party and Bullshit got to me plus I'm also writing another story, bla bla bla, my apologizes, sorry for the inconvenience, feel free to lynch me if disappointed.

Also; I wanted to try out having my stories have a "Soundtrack" in which I suggest a song that would go with it and You suggest a song that would that you think works well with it! For this story I suggest "Home" by Edward Sharp & The Magnetic Zeros because it's cute like this story ; P

Enjoy!

I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. They belong to the wonderful Yono Toboso.

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Lunchtime at last. Grell could hardly wait to get out of that stuffy classroom and out into the glorious air. Unfortunately all the grades had lunch at different times so Grell didn't have a chance to speak to his brothers.

His brothers, Grell scoffed, he wondered how his brothers were holding up in this prison. William was probably in wonderland, what with all the stern teachers and enough heavy books to weigh you down if you ever tried to sink a body to the bottom of a lake. Grell already had homework, not that he was going to do it or anything. Ron on the other hand was a different story, he was probably going to piss his pant just sitting there all day, he could barely stay in one place for a minute. Grell smiled, he was probably reeking all types of havoc on that poor classroom.

Grell sat down on the grassy lawn with his lunch. As for Grell he was as miserable at this new school just as he had been with all the others, really he couldn't think of a thing he liked about it. Mean teachers, scratchy unfashionable uniforms, dumb books, tough assignments, musty classrooms, uncomfortable desks, cramped hallways...'the free lunches aren't too bad through' thought Grell examining his jam sandwich.

And the courtyard was certainly a beautiful sight, what with the sun shining and the birds singing and the flowers blooming.

His eyes caught sight of one particularly pretty flower. It was a bright red poppy flower. An uncommonly large and red one with huge velvety pedals. Grell observed it with wonder for awhile and then, deciding that it had after all reached its prime, picked it. He admired it some more in his hand and then placed it in his hair, tucking the steam behind his ear. It was after all, his favorite color.

"Hello," a female voice suddenly said, "My name is Angelina Durless, what's your name again?"

o.o

Ronald was bored. Really bored. Bored out of his mind, bored, bored, bored, bored, boooored! So bored that the only way he was able to keep himself even remotely sane was by announcing this fact every other second. Much to the annoyance of the teacher.

"I'm bored." proclaimed Ronald for what seemed to be the millionth time.

A fellow classmate who had heard this proclamation was intrigued to find that he too was bored. So bored that it was necessary for him to second his fellow classmate's opinion with a; "Me too."

Now that the proclamation had built some steam many of the other students began to take part in the argument, "Me three" one student was ever so daring to say. Soon it was confirmed that most all the class was considerable bored.

One student noted this observation and exclaimed a reason and a possible solution to the boredom epidemic. "This is boring, let's do something else!"

The exclamation was noted with the class and was met with enthusiastic agreement and suggestions to further the cure.

"Let's play a game!"

"We should go outside!"

"Yeah, we should go outside and play hopscotch!"

"I hate hopscotch let's play tag!"

"Yay! I love tag!"

"Tag your it!"

"We're not playing yet stupid we're not even outside!"

"Don't call me stupid!"

"I don't like tag!"

"My foot hurts I can't play tag today!"

"Don't be a baby!"

"Ow! Teacher, teacher! Timmy just stepped on my hurt foot!"

"Taddletail!"

"And he's calling me names! Teacher! Mrs. Lennon!"

Now the conversation had driven extremely off track. Soon the whole class was in a tissy, name calling, foot stepping, whining, taddletailing, pinching, slapping, punching. The tacher Mrs Lennon didn't know what to do exactly, this was after all her first day and she had never seen any class get so worked up in her life. She tried to be stern.

"Now, now, stop that...or I'll, I'll send you to the headmaster's office!"

not exactly her best side.

She tried to be gently and understanding.

"Andrew, I know that Timmy stepped on your foot..."

"My hurt foot!"

"Yes, yes I know, do you want me to look at it?"

"And then he called me a taddletail!"

"Yes, yes I heard now listen."

"YOU SHOULD PUNISH HIM! HIT HIM WITH A RULER!"

"NOOOOO! DON'T HIT ME WITH A RULER MRS. LENNON PLEASE DON'T I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!"

"SHE'S GOING TO HIT YOU WITH A RULER COS' YOU DISERVE IT!"

"NOOO! HE'S LYING ISN'T HE MS. LENNON! YOU WOULDN'T HIT ME WOULD YOU? *Starts weeping*"

"Now, now Timmy, I'm not going to hit you with a ruler..."

"BUT HE DISERVES IT!"

"Don't yell."

That didn't go so well either.

She tried raising her voice.

"Children! CHILDREN! CHILDREN LISTEN!"

But they just went on talking.

She tried lowering her voice.

"Children, please lower your voices please."

That worked about as well as she hoped.

In the end it seemed silly to even try to fight it.

"OKAY, CHILDREN!" She yelled, "WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A QUICK RECESS! NOW QUIT DOWN AND GET IN A STRAIGHT LINE EVERY..."

There was an explosion of laughter and hurrahs as all the students headed the door to the back courtyard.

Ms. Lennon sighed, she hoped she wasn't going to get in too much trouble for this.

On the upside, the boredom epidemic was certainly cured.

0.0

Grell looked up at the girl who had just walked up to him. He had seen her in class earlier but didn't pay her much mind then. But here in the sunlight he could see her clear as daylight.

"Hello my name is Angelina Durless, what's yours again, I forgot your first name."

"But you know my last name."

"Yes, Undertaker wasn't it...everyone was so taken by it that I didn't quite catch your first name!"

"Grell." he answered.

"Well it's very good to meet you Grell," the girl replied sticking out her hand for the boy to shake, "I see you've gotten to know my flowers."

Grell frowned, "Oh, I'm sorry, was I not suppose to pick them? I didn't kno..."

"No, no it's fine, the younger brats in preschool usually trample over them anyway." she reassured, "I'm just gald to see somebodies enjoying them."

"Oh well, they are really pretty...wait did you say they where your flowers."

"Yeah," she answered, "Well, actually their not just my flowers, the flower garden technically belongs to the school and the horticultural class plants and takes care of them, but I do most of the work so it's kinda mine."

"Oh." said Grell, he never was much for gardening.

"You know that red poppy your wearing?"

"Yeah?"

"Stunning isn't it?"

"Oh yes!"

"With the red and the big petals..."

"I've certainly never seen anything like it before!"

"And there's a reason why!"

Grell was intrigued "Why?"

"Because I made it!" she beamed.

"Made it?"

"Yeah, it's a hybrid, ever heard of that? It's when you take to plants and sort of breed them together to make a new plant or in this case, a more advanced version of a plant!"

"That's...interesting" Grell's mind was already racing with strange obscure combinations for plants; Poison Ivy + Roses = deadly yet beautiful.

"Yeah, but it doesn't always work out, sometimes the two plants don't mix you know, but I managed to make this! Cool huh?"

"Yeah, very cool."

"It's the future, once scientist really figure it out, what mixes, what we can do, it can mean healthier gardens. Better crops, we could eliminate world hunger! Just think of it!"

"Wow," Grell agreed, he didn't know much about science but it sure sounded good, "are, are you some type of child genius or something?"

"Hmmm, genius..." Angelina thought it over, she had been called a lot of things, a busy-body, a smarty-pants, a stupid girl. Girl's weren't usually in the genius business these days, they were expected to learn manners and keep house and be a good wife and mother, now Angelina wanted all that, but in the end she was always drawn into the ways of science and medicine, no one had ever called her a genius before. "Sure yeah, I'm a genius, I like the sound of that." she answered, smiling.

"A want to be doctor someday." she said, she was venturing into dangerous territory now and she knew it, boys didn't usually like girls that were going to be doctors, or anything "male-oriented" for that matter.

"That's cool." the boy answered, "What type of doctor?"

Angelina was taken aback, the pure uncaring of his answer was wonderful. Here it was, another kid, a boy who didn't seem to care that she was smart, in fact he respected her for it, that was certainly a first.

"Are you going to be like one of those doctors that cut people up?" Grell asked nonchalantly, "What are those called, surgeons?"

"Uhh, yeah." She answered, still taken aback by his unsurprised tone "Yeah I guess you could say that..."

"My father sometimes sells his cadavers to medical schools, you know so they can cut them up, show medical students how its done and whats all going on in there."

"Yeah?" She said, suddenly a thought came into her head. "Hey, you don't think..." she stopped herself, no, it was too ridicules, to extraordinary. "You don't think that..." no, "You don't think that...maybe...that is, if your father doesn't mind..."

"What?" asked Grell, wishing the girl would spit it out.

Angelia took a deep breath, well, there's no harm in asking, "You don't think that...maybe...sometime you can take me to your father's...morgue, and you know...let me take a look at some of his..."

Grell was shocked, this girl, that he had just met in a flower garden, at a preppy school, wanted to go see his father's morgue, a morgue, and examine dead bodies? "Of coarse you can!" Grell answered enthusiastically.

"You sure, and you're father won't mind?"

"No, no, he'd love for me to bring home a friend!" It would be the first time, a human friend anyway..."And hey! Maybe he'll even cut one up for you! That is if we have a fresh body and you won't get to grossed out or anything..."

"Are you kidding?' Angelia chimed "That would be AWESOME!"

Grell's smile grew wide, "Great then, when do you want to come over?"

"Oh, well, you see, I don't know just know, uh, maybe um, next Monday?"

"Sure."

"Really?"

"Yeah...it'll be fun!"

"Yeah?" Angelina smiled, this was great, for the first time ever she had finally made a friend, a guy friend, who not only respected her love of science, but also her dreams of becoming a doctor.

The bell for the end of the lunch period began toll.

Grell sighed, "For whom the bell tolls..." he bellowed sarcastically

Angelina giggled at this, "It tolls for you!" she bellowed back.

Grell laughed, "See you in class...Angelina was it?"

"Yeah, and call me Red, that's what everyone else calls me."

"Okay, see you in class Red."

"See ya."

They parted and walked there separate ways as they headed to the different classes of their grade.

'Wow,' Red thought to herself, 'He seemed really...different.' she smiled at this, 'and you know,' she thought, 'I don't think I heard one comment about my hair!'

And that was a shock, if people weren't talking about her "unladylike hobbies" then they were talking about her bright red hair, then again he had red hair just like hers, and you know, for once, she didn't really mind when he called her 'Red'.

o.o

"Okay class, now we're only going to be out here for a few minutes! Got that, only a few minutes!"

Ms Lennon said this but she didn't think her words could hold much weight against the tiny fleet of excited 5 year olds.

"TAG, YOU'RE IT!"

"NOOO, THIS ISN'T FAIR, I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO PLAY TAG! MS. LENNON!"

"CRY-BABY!"

"Now, now children!" the young teacher said nicely, "Play nice..."

and so the game of tag had begun, students running back and forth, away and two, there was whining, scratching, and all together a wonderful time. And the king of this game, the never once caught, sneakiest of them all, was Ronald. He ducked, he weaved, he climbed the bloody trees! Years of playing 'I dare you to steal something from the shop/run from the angry shopkeeper' had paid off. He could thank Grell for that.

Now at this point it was far beyond a couple of minutes, and Ms. Lennon to get more and more paranoid by the second.

"Okay children...that's enough tag for now," Ms. Lennon's pleads were nothing to the fun-loving times of these children. "Children please! Now let's all just settle down and head back inside for another lesson, shall we?"

They paid her no mind.

"Children! Children? Children please..."

"Mrs. Lennon," a cold voice chided, "My I ask what you and your class is doing out here?"

Ms. Lennon froze, just as she had feared.

"I...I...It's just...the children were getting terrible bored and agitated so I...I thought I'd let them come outside and...stretch their legs for a bit..."

"Mrs. Lennon, may I remind you that school is still in session!"

Ms. Lennon sighed, "Yes, yes I know."

"And that the premise of this fine school is to teach, to learn and to serve!"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, Mrs. Lennon, I realize that you are a new teacher, but you still have to take some responsibility, I expected more out of you!"

"Yes Mr. Dowey." the teacher replied wearily.

The man sighed and brushed back his hair, "This school has been in my family for years, try to understand my concern Ms. Lennon."

"Yes, yes Mr. Dowey I understand completely."

"Well then, you'll understand if I sit in on your class for awhile?"

"What?"

"Well you see Ms. Lennon, it's quite obvious that things in your classroom had gotten severely out of hand, so it's only right that I should sit in on you class for awhile, just until I think you can handle it on your own again...understand?"

Ms. Lennon took a deep breath, she wasn't sure what this quite meant but it wasn't like she could argue with hem, "Yes Mr. Dowey, I understand...when do you start."

"Oh, just as soon as we can get them all inside the classroom again!" Mr. Dowey chimed happily.

Ms. Lennon took another deep breath, this was going to take awhile.