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...a High-school teacher
TOKYO, JAPAN.
The tanned Italian strode into the bustling classroom whilst shoving his hands into the pockets of his Varia pants. He hated kids, children, teenagers – the lot. Why did he have this job in the first place?
Well, it was the usual answer.
Stupid old trash geezer.
Xanxus kicked out an armchair, which was behind the teacher's desk, and made himself comfortable. He let out a loud yawn and turned to the class. A vein immediately popped on his forehead.
The damned class was ignoring him. No, let's make the sentence simpler.
Xanxus was ignored.
It enraged him. He felt his face turn beet red with frustration, and the next thing everyone knew, a gunshot was fired at the back wall which resulted in a large hole. Fortunately, the next room was vacant, otherwise Xanxus would have lost his job on the spot. Heads turned and dumbfounded gasps were heard throughout the classroom.
"Oh my gosh, did you see that Chizuru-chan?"
"Whoa what the hell, man? The teacher has a gun!"
"W-What is he doing? A-A gun...?"
"S-Someone call the police!"
"Awesome..."
Xanxus silenced the class with a deadly glower.
"Shut the hell up, trashes," he snarled. The class flinched and immediately quietened down considerably. Some shrunk away in fear and hid behind exercise books, while others averted their stunned gapes to some other object in the classroom. Xanxus also noted that quite the majority of the students were amazed at how a foreigner could speak Japanese so fluently by the surprised gawk etched onto their faces. He smirked. Don't underestimate your teacher, dumbasses.
This was the outcome that he wanted. This was what he expected from teenage scums.
Xanxus unbuttoned the top buttons of his high-collared shirt, and propped his head upon the back of his hands on the arm of the armchair.
"My name is Xanxus," he told them with a glare.
The students nodded meekly and instantly began their morning routine.
"Stand!"
"Rise!"
...
"Good morning Xanxus-sensei," came their droning voices, with some stutters in between.
Xanxus hated it. He hated their drawls when they pronounced his name with no energy, he hated the way they all looked at him with sheer curiosity like he was an alien from outer space, and he hated how they had to do this every freaking morning.
Pathetic.
He slammed his hand against the teacher's table, forming a crack on the smooth wood. "I do not want to hear that ever again, trashes," Xanxus hissed dangerously, his finger on the trigger of his pocketed X-gun, "Or you will never see the light of tomorrow."
The students' mouths hung open in absolute terror, with some registering the visuals as to what might happened to them in their head. A few brave ones replied with an uneasy and nervous "Y-Yes, X-Xanxus-sensei!", while the others just nodded dumbly. Xanxus ignored them and stood up facing the chalk board, holding onto the lesson plan assigned to him for today.
Lesson Plan
Monday 10th April, 2012
Substitute teacher: Xanxus
Period 1: Reading
Period 2: Maths
-Recess-
Period 3 and 4: Sport
-Lunch-
Period 5 and 6: English exam
The Varia Boss resisted the urge to crush the damned piece of paper in his hands. Just what type of lesson plan was this? The teacher who assigned him this was to be blamed.
That bastard. Taking the day off to go to some shitty school excursion is not a good enough excuse, scum. Nonetheless, Xanxus continued on with the 'lesson'.
Reading
"Reading..." he muttered to himself, while pondering what he could get the students to do to pass the time. Oh boy, it was going to be a long day...
"S-Sensei!" chirped a girl in the front row who was fiddling with her school skirt, obviously nervous to be speaking up in class, "For this period, we have to read a novel abou-"
"Read whatever the hell you want," barked Xanxus, sitting back down on the armchair and disregarding the girl, "Just read."
The class nodded silently, too scared to speak up to their new teacher and quietly took some books from under their wooden tables. The girl pushed up her glasses abashedly and immediately turned a deep shade of red. Xanxus eyed her and sighed heavily. He paced over to a makeshift bookshelf which was in one corner of the room, swiftly chose an appropriate book and handed it to the girl, whose head was down with embarrassment.
"Just read," he commanded coldly, but with a slightly softer tone. And with that, he walked away.
The girl blinked, still unable to comprehend what had just happened. She smiled marginally and flipped open the book with interest, her head bowed down.
Maybe, just maybe...the teacher isn't so bad...
Maths
"Pythagoras' Theorem is used to find the hypotenuse of a triangle, and the formula for this is-"
"Right, I got it," cut off Xanxus, whilst striding towards the chalkboard with a piece of green chalk in hand, "Now repeat it so I can copy it down on the board, trash."
The teenage boy stared at his teacher in disbelief. Didn't he just cut me off...? The boy gulped nervously and began to read his sentence again.
"P-Pythagoras' Theorem is used to find the hypotenuse-"
"Too fast," growled the substitute teacher, snapping the chalk impulsively in annoyance, "How the hell do you think I can keep up with you at that pace?" The student replied with a shaky "Y-Yes, S-Sensei!" and started again. Is this even maths anymore? he thought weakly.
"Pythagoras' Theorem is used to find the hypotenuse of a triangle, and the form-"
Smash.
The students all stared wide-eyed at what used to be their beloved chalkboard, which they had shared so many class memories with. Now, the board had a huge hole in the centre. Why?
It was due to Xanxus punching the board in anger with his bare fist.
"Too slow," the Varia boss hissed, locking his wrathful crimson orbs with the boy's black ones. The boy hurriedly averted his gaze and hid behind his maths textbook.
Xanxus was fed up. Who knew that teaching maths could be so damn hard? He groaned and walked back towards the teacher's desk, with his fist still clenched with anger.
"Just read from your stupid maths text-books."
Recess
"Dismissed."
"Yes, Sensei!"
The students couldn't wait to get out of the door. They were literally fighting for a place outside the door, fighting for a place out of the cursed classroom.
They had never been so enthusiastic about recess until now.
It had always been lunch.
Sport
"One, two, three, four, one two three four, one, two-"
Xanxus yawned and crossed his right leg over his left. Just listening to them count "One, two, three, four" to their exercise routine repeatedly in a droning voice made him tired, so he decided it was the best idea not to take a 'sip' of his Tequila – it could make his situation much worse. Teachers were not supposed to fall asleep in class, let alone bring liquor into the premises. But as for Xanxus...well...
He just couldn't care less.
The piercing sound of a whistle blow brought the Mafia boss back to reality. He straightened his posture as a student came towards him.
"Sensei, what sports are supposed to be doing today?"
"How should I know? Just play basketball or something."
"Y-Yes!" replied the girl hesitantly and walked away a few metres, then came back, looking awfully flustered.
"What do you want?" Xanxus snapped impatiently.
"T-The key to the sports equipmen-"
But before she could continue, Xanxus threw the keys lightly at her. She fumbled with the keys before muttering a soft 'Thank you', and then ran to the store-room in a hurry.
-XXXX-
ORANGE TEAM
"Kenuta-kun, pass it here!"
8 v 8
GREEN TEAM
"Here, Satsuna!" cried a boy, dashing towards his team-mate and signalling to her desperately, "Satsuna!"
Satsuna spotted her frantic friend and nodded, throwing the basketball towards him. Fujioji caught it perfectly and headed swiftly to the net whilst bouncing the ball in between breaths.
"Get him, guys!" a hoarse male voice was heard, commanding to the opposing team, "Don't let him score a goal! We have to win this!"
Too late.
Fujioji was already at the net. Everybody watched in awe as the teenager sprang gracefully and slam-dunked the basketball into the hoop.
8 v 9
"Yes! We won! Good job, Fujio-"
Then there was a gasp.
"F-Fuijoji!"
The rumbling sound of feet rushing towards their class-mate was heard on the gym floor boards. Everybody crowded around the teenager, who was sprawled on the floor clutching his foot with an expression of pain contorted onto his features.
"Someone call Sense-"
"What is it?" Xanxus asked apathetically to the student who was standing dominantly over the fallen boy.
"H-His ankle, Sensei...look."
Their substitute teacher grumbled and squatted in front of Fujioji, whose eyes were closed due to the immense wave of pain from his ankle. What an idiot, getting so worked up over such a useless and insignificant injury.
"Straighten your damn leg," Xanxus ordered harshly. Once his leg was straightened, Xanxus positioned his hand on his injured ankle lightly.
"Ow..."
The Mafia boss continued to press down softly on the areas around Fujioji's ankle, which resulted in sustained whimpers from the boy that greatly irritated Xanxus. He had watched the boy catch the basketball, run towards the net and then slam-dunk the ball into the hoop, scoring his team their decisive goal. All was well, until Fujioji landed back down onto the floor, hard on his ankle. The next thing everybody knew, the boy was slumped onto the gym floor and grabbing his leg, his face full of agony.
Yep, what a day.
"You've broken your ankle," said Xanxus as he rose from his squatting position. He then gestured to two boys nearby, "Get him to the infirmary." The two boys nodded anxiously and helped their friend cautiously onto his feet.
"Wow...so cool!"
"I hope Fujioji-kun will be alright..."
"Sensei sure knows his stuff, eh Teiji?"
"Still a scary teacher nonetheless!"
Xanxus then turned to the rest of the class, silencing their chattering. "Dismissed, it's nearly lunch. Go get changed."
English (Exam)
"I hope you had a nice lunch, trashes, because you will soon be through a lot of hell," smirked Xanxus bitterly as he handed out the test papers to his students. He saw some students sigh heavily in defeat and stare at their paper in a daze.
"You will be in even more hell if you cheat or look at anybody else's work."
The students nodded timidly.
"Nevertheless, good luck, scums," Xanxus said torpidly from his precious armchair, with his feet placed up on the teacher's desk.
"T-Thank you, Sensei!" I was forced to say it. No need to waste saliva and 'thank' me, you imbecile brats.
"Start."
...
...
...
"What? We haven't even learnt this!"
"W-What is this question...?"
"So hard!"
"Did we get the wrong test paper?"
"Shut the hell up and just do it, you morons!" Xanxus roared in frustration, "If you're saying you can't even complete a question like that, then you're suckers at English."
"Y-Y-Yes, S-Sensei!"
-XXXX-
For the next one and a half hours, all Xanxus heard were intense scribbling, heavy exhales, some yawns and more intense scribbling. Not to mention the well-known line:
"Sensei, can I please go to the toilet?"
Followed by the teacher's lecture:
"It's not 'can I', dumbass. Any living trash can go the damned toilet, and how the heck would I know if you can or not? It's 'may I'. Remember that, stupid."
Followed by the embarrassed student's reply:
"Y-Yes, Sensei!"
Yes, Xanxus had enough of this 'teacher' life. Just listening to the class scribbling made him want to fall asleep. He had nothing to do anyway, since he wasn't bothered to mark the previous class-work they had completed with their usual teacher.
He checked the clock.
It was time.
"Pencils down."
RIIINNNGGG!
...
"Dismissed."
"The bell!"
"Yeah, let's get outta here!"
"The ice-cream store here I come!~"
Xanxus tidied the completed test papers and located them in a pile on the desk. The bell had rung. Oh, the stupid bell had finally rung. Finally it was time to-
"Bye, Sensei!"
"Thank you, Xanxus-sensei!"
"Bye!"
"L-Later, X-Xanxus-sensei"
"Fujioji says 'Thank you', Sensei!"
Xanxus nodded tiredly at the students, and then strode out of the classroom without a second glance at the damages that were made by his fist and his X-gun. He didn't expect the students to 'thank' him, though. After all, what had he done that had been productive anyway? He proceeded towards the staff room and was greeted by the Head English teacher.
-XXXX-
"Oh, Xanxus-sensei! How nice to meet you here! Going yet?" questioned the jolly man, walking with Xanxus to the staff room. He then saw the students' finished English papers. "Oh, Xanxus-sensei! How did your students go in the test? I made the question not too difficult, haha. Hopefully they liked it!"
"..."
"Mind if I take a quick look?"
Xanxus handed the pile over and took a few steps back to lean against the corridor wall. What the hell does this old trash want? Can't he see that I desperately want to get out of this place?
He looked on as the Head of English teacher flipped through the papers, with an expression of...aghast? Tch...the students must have done really well...that's why the old geezer is shocked, heh.
"X-Xanxus-sensei..."
Xanxus locked his crimson orbs with the Head teacher's blue ones. A flash of concern could be seen in his eyes, and a look of horror crossed his expression.
"Y-You gave the students the wrong paper."
Due to the violation of school property and handing students the incorrect test-paper...
NAME: Xanxus
OCCUPATION: High-school teacher
STATUS: FIRED.
An extra segment:
He hated kids, children, teenagers – the lot...well, no wonder he hated that Sawada Tsunayoshi enough to fire a shot at his lovely wall; enough to break his wooden kitchen table, and enough to make his life hell. Yeah, like what he did to the classroom, as well as his students.
You're going to be in for some trouble, Tsuna. He's hunting for your house!
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