The second update! Enjoy~
Disclaimer: Don't own, etc. BTW, Jimmy, you're in here. Somewhere.
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It was September 1st, the first day of the new school year.
The dining hall was filled with noisy chatter as students ran around trying to find their friends in order to discuss their schedules and the Heads of Houses called out to their students to pick up their schedules.
The Leone Famiglia walked in together after meeting at the side of the doors leading to the hall, as had become their usual custom.
They stopped first at the Cloud table, where a silent Hibari-sensei handed Kaoru her schedule and, showing a brief moment of emotions, smiled slightly and ruffled her hair (which, inevitably, caused a lot of squealing from the surrounding female population).
Won-sensei's sudden appearance quieted the squeals quickly and she handed Haruhi her schedule with a smile and "good luck" to the Famiglia, a hug to Kaoru, and a glare at the surrounding females who were avoiding her gaze as best as they could.
Mukuro-sensei also swept by and dropped off Muroki's schedule, the students sweatdropping at the tense atmosphere between Hibari-sensei and Mukuro-sensei.
They headed towards the Sky table, and as they passed the Rain table, Meagan-sensei, who was standing guard over a clueless Yamamoto-sensei, passed Yuki her schedule.
As the Famiglia settled down to eat breakfast at the Sky table, Jenny-sensei and dropped by with Dino-sensei to give Balmung his schedule and give him an extra-long hug. "Mungbean dearie, mummy will see you at lunch, 'kay?"
Balmung's eye twitched at his nickname as he awkwardly hugged his mother back. "Yeah, yeah…"
He was rescued by his older brother, Sebastian, who had been trying to inch towards Tsuna-sensei without being seen and tackled by his mother.
Unfortunately for him, Dino-sensei saw him and pointed him out to Jenny-sensei.
Both a harried-looking Harrison-sensei and a kindly-smiling Chiara-sensei found them to hand Ritsu and Maiiko their schedules.
At 7:50, the first bell rang, warning the students of the time.
At 8, the second bell rang, signaling the start of the school year.
All students in the same year have the same morning schedule, which was why first period saw the 42 first years fidgeting in their seats in a math classroom as they waited for their teacher to come.
At exactly 8, when the bell rang, an Asian man with glasses, short and spiky hair, and a long wooden pointer swept into the classroom with a bunch of posters and binders under his arm.
He set his things on his table, walked over the door, and slammed it shut, making sure to lock it as well.
He walked to the front of the classroom. "I'm Jimmy, you all have to call me Jimmy-sensei. I know this is first period, but that's no excuse to be late. I'm gonna lock the door every day, so whoever's late will be marked as cutting."
He started unrolling his posters. "So…This is Math 1…"
He frowned at the poster he had just unrolled. "Multiplication table. So it was here?"
He flung it to one side, then unrolled some more. "Fractions…Decimals…Trig functions…Geometric theorems…Fibonacci sequence…"
He threw them all over his shoulder, unrolled the last one, and his face lit up. "Pi!"
He dragged over a small stool that had been in the corner of the classroom, opened the bag he had brought, and started hammering the poster to the wall.
The poster itself was black with green lettering, with a giant pi symbol on top and the first 500 values in small print on the bottom.
He stepped down to admire his work, then turned around and slammed his hand on the poster for emphasis. "PI! From now on, this will be your religion! This is what you will worship everyday! It will be your best friend, no, your go-!"
"JIMMY! STOP SPREADING YOUR CULT!"
Jimmy-sensei just kept on talking. "You won't be able to live without it any longer. It'll be y-!"
"JIMMY!"
A vein started pulsing on Jimmy-sensei's forehead as he turned around to glare at the CCTV camera that was in the corner of the classroom. "WHAT?"
"STOP FORCING THEM TO JOIN YOUR CULT!"
"Yeah, we don't need more shrines dedicated to pi appearing."
"Shut up, James."
"…I hope one appears in your closet."
Jimmy-sensei crossed his arms. "Pi is a sacred concept. Do you disagree? Huh?"
"Ye-."
"HUH?"
"YE-."
"THOUGHT SO."
"JIMMY!"
There was a slight pause and then Jenny-sensei's voice came on. "Just don't…don't…augggghhh…."
Jimmy-sensei smirked, turned around, and started the lesson. "So, since you guys are first years, I'll be teaching you algebra…"
Second period for the first years was foreign language class.
Ten minutes into the period, another Asian man with glasses, a pile of handouts, and short, spiky hair came in.
He pushed up his glasses. "I'm James-sensei. So you guys are here to learn a foreign language. So most of you here never learned how to speak English, but you all understand each other, right? I have to teach all you English so that you guys can communicate without the translation spell that's in place on the school."
He started passing out the handouts. "So the first words you guys should learn is which words you SHOULDN'T use. When you get the sheet, write your native language on the top anywhere and the translations for the different words should come out in your language. Got that? Okay, so I'm going lift the translation spell off of the classroom and you guys have to repeat what I say, okay?"
After getting confirmations, he pressed a button that was set in the corner of his desk and proceeded to say the first word. "Fuck."
He looked up and made a gesture as if urging the students to repeat after him, which they did. "Fuck."
He nodded in satisfaction and held up two fingers to signal to the class that he was moving on to the second words. "Bitch."
The class repeated after him. "Bitch."
Suddenly, a cold voice came over the camera speakers. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TEACHING THEM?"
James-sensei raised his eyebrow. "What? I'll teach them whatever the f***… DON'T CENSOR ME, WOMAN!"
The voice, who the students recognized as Jenny-sensei's voice, just hmphed.
James-sensei pressed the button on the desk distractedly. "Study the sheet, be quiet, etc."
He stormed out and a few minutes later, a bleeped out shouting match could be heard over the speakers.
He didn't return for the rest of the period.
Third period for the first years was science.
The students were in the middle of complaining to each other about how much homework Jimmy-sensei had given them, when, ten minutes into the period, the door that the classroom with the next-door lab room suddenly burst open and a man with white hair, glasses, a white lab coat, and a giant head of a nail sticking out from his head fell flat on his back as his rolling chair tripped on the doorjamb and fell.
He rubbed his head in pain before getting up and wheeling his chair back into the room. "Let's try that again."
Balmung buried his head in his hands and groaned as Kaoru called out to the man. "Stein-sensei."
The man, Stein-sensei, turned around as if noticing them for the first time. "Ah, yes. The new first years."
He walked to the desk in the front of the room. "My name is Stein-sensei. I'll be your biology teacher for the year. We won't really be using this classroom because the majority of what we do will be labs."
He reached beneath the desk and pulled out a cage with a golden eagle in it. "This'll be our first dissection."
Yuki raised her hand. "Sensei, that animal's endangered…."
Stein-sensei nodded gravely. "Yes, which is why I should dissect it while I have the chance, no?"
The students sweatdropped.
Stein-sensei continued on. "So for tomorrow, I want you all to write me a five page lab report on the bodily functions of the golden eagle."
A sudden enraged shout caught their attention and Isabella-sensei's voice came over the CCTV camera in the corner. "STEIN! RETURN MY TEST SUBJECT TO MY LAB NOW!"
Stein-sensei just put the cage back under the desk calmly, then walked back into the lab with his chair, a serious look on his face. "Now, let's try this again."
Fourth period was literature for the first years.
A few minutes into the period, a short woman with her glasses askew and a pencil stuck in her hair walked in, her arms filled with books.
She dumped them onto her desk with a loud bang. "Hi, I'm Adrianne-sensei, blah, blah, whatever."
She started passing out the books, which turned out to be copies of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. "So I know that a bunch of you already know the history of Professor Potter, but this is in the curriculum which was written by Nancy with contributions by Isabella, Jenny, and Wonyoung, so what the heck."
She started passing out a handout. "This has a character relationship chart on one side and a timeline on the other. It'll help you, but I advise you not to read it if you don't like plot spoilers."
She looked around at the students. "Well, that's it. I want you all to finish this in three days and write me a report on human psychology and provide a logical reason, which textual evidence on why you think Quirell acted the way he did."
The speakers crackled and Won-sensei's voice came over it. "Adrianne, we told you to do the last book in the series, not the first."
Adrianne-sensei frowned. "But then they won't understand it, which means that we have to read the other six books before we read the last one."
Won-sensei was silent. "….So you're going to read all seven books with them in one month?"
Adrianne-sensei had a proud look on her face. "Nope! Two weeks! That way, I'll have enough time at the end of the year for the books I want to do!"
"Adrianne, you wanted to do H.I.V.E."
"So? What's so bad about H.I.V.E.?"
"Nothing, but it wouldn't challenge them."
"So? You put TWILIGHT on the curriculum."
"Because we need to show them the difference between good literature and bad, which is why we put in on the curriculum right after Harry Potter."
"YOU'RE MISSING THE POINT."
Won-sensei sighed tiredly. "Whatever. I'm not gonna argue with you. And we put Leviathan on it, no?"
"But…"
Adrianne-sensei trailed off as she sensed that she not going to get a response. "Tch."
She turned to the class. "Well? Start reading."
She leaned back in her chair with a laptop, headphones on her ears, not caring about her surroundings for the rest of the period.
Fifth period was history, and the first years seemed to have learned to expect a weird crazy person for a teacher by this point.
They were a bit taken aback, however, when they found out that they didn't have just one teacher for history, but dozens of them.
They all filed into the class in a big chattering mob.
The students stared as a brunette with twinkling blue eyes grinned at them. "YOSH~ Everybody, I'm Mr. America, nice to meet you!"
The blond man next to him with caterpillar eyebrows spoke up. "I'm Professor England."
The blond man with shoulder-length hair and a stubble cleared his throat. "I'm Monsieur France."
The teachers went around introducing themselves.
Mr. America clapped his hands as soon as Mr. Canada tried to introduce himself. "SO…!"
He turned to Professor England. "What are we supposed to teach them again?"
Professor England's eye twitched. "You're supposed to know beforehand, you know."
He turned to the class. "So, we're going to be studying World War I. First you'll hear about Germany and his allies' side, then you'll hear everything from the Allies' point of views. Any questions? No? Okay, then you should all come into class tomorrow with background knowledge on the war."
He seemed to notice something in the air and he suddenly laughed. "Oh, you. I told you, I have class today. Wait for me in my room, okay?"
The students glanced around to see what the professor was talking about, but there was nothing there.
The teachers gave the professor pitiful looks, and when he noticed them, colored visibly. "What?"
Monsieur France sighed dramatically. "Ah, England, I didn't realize that you were so…so…"
"SO WHAT?"
"So…LONELY."
"…What?"
Monsieur France waved his hand. "Well, you know for you to be seeing things-."
A well-aimed punch had him flying into the wall and soon enough, the students were left to huddle into a wall as they watched World War 1495 erupt (as far as the school and technicalities were concerned) with nobody to stop it as all of the teachers were off doing something somewhere.