AN: Well, I cracked down and got another chapter out! It is more of a filler than a real chapter, but it definitely has some humor! The teacher is Yura of the Demon Hair. I know she is soooooooooo OOC, but I wanted to make her seem like an idiot. Little backdrop: Yura has always wanted to get Inuyasha and Sesshomaru kicked out of school, and with the honor code, the easiest way to do that is to catch them lying. She has never been successful, though.

Thank you to KiraraKitty08, my (as of right now) solo reviewer for chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Tootsie Pops!

Here we go!

Sesshomaru stood and wiped the tears off of Inuyasha's cheeks. He was actually worried for his little brother. If he went into a relapse, they would all suffer. Their mother would take days off her work, and wouldn't get paid for weeks. The family would be hungry until they got their next paycheck. Sesshomaru would go to school for lunch, eat his meal, and steal food for the rest of his family. He would leave before the next class started.

Miroku, Sango, and Shippou would also take food, but they would spend the entire day at school. Sesshomaru skipped so that he could be around his brother, and make sure he didn't try anything stupid.

Inuyasha sniffled and ran the sleeve of his shirt over his eyes, wiping away any traces of tears. He looked up at Sesshomaru and forced a smile. The rest of his friends crowded around him, putting a comforting hand on him. Shippou snuck in between their legs and hugged Inuyasha, just below his kneecap. Kagome and Kikyou stood awkwardly to the side, though no one noticed them.

The bell rang suddenly, interrupting their moment. Everyone but Inuyasha looked up, towards the door. Sesshomaru quickly prodded Inuyasha's shoulder and motioned the time. He held up his hand, with the thumb holding his ring finger down to the palm, then opened it, all five fingers splayed, and pulsed the sign.

Inuyasha let out a breath and nodded. It was almost time to start classes. He needed to wash his face and stop crying.

Miroku and Sango each hugged Inuyasha and went their separate ways, glancing back in worry at their friend. Shippou was a little harder to remove; he wanted to stay clinging to Inuyasha the entire day. They had to pry him off of Inuyasha, which took several minutes. Eventually, he too walked away, albeit reluctantly.

Sesshomaru walked with his arm around his brother to the bathroom, then stood guard outside. Inuyasha walked inside, quickly wetting his face with the cold water. He stooped over the porcelain sink, thinking. He grabbed a paper towel resolutely, and scrubbed his face. He crumpled it into a ball and tossed it underhand into the wastebasket.

He rushed back out of the room, smiling openly. He looked at Sesshomaru expectantly, then grabbed his arm and pulled him along to their class.

They were different ages, but Sesshomaru hadn't started school till the same year as Inuyasha, so they were in the same grade. Plus, that way, he could be a translator to Inuyasha.

They walked into their first period, math. It was Inuyasha's favorite, because it was numbers written on chalkboards and words in books, not much spoken aloud. He had his best grade in this class, and threw himself diligently into his work daily. Sesshomaru, however, did not. He didn't get polynomials and quadratic equations, or numbers in general. They confused him, and he didn't care to improve it much. He got a passing grade at best, and that was with help from Inuyasha.

Today, they started a lesson on derivatives and integrals. Inuyasha followed the words in the book and the writings of the teacher, and kept up. He had to stop and explain a few things to Sesshomaru, but for the most part, the older brother understood the basics.

When they finished their assignments, a short twelve questions, Inuyasha turned in his seat to face Sesshomaru. His brother, like always, was situated in the seat to his left, the easiest spot to speak to each other from. They exchanged quick words on how scantily the teacher was dressed today, how purple highlights didn't make her look ten years younger like she thought, things of a gossipy nature. Then, the conversation turned to the new girl that had yelled at Inuyasha.

'Do you remember that girl's name? She didn't spell it out.'

'Yeah, her name is Kagome. She just moved here from some shrine or other that her family ran, I think.'

'Oh, another of those snotty rich kids. What do you think her excuse is for coming here?'

'I don't know, probably just got to be too much to handle for her parents and got shipped out to some distant relative or something.'

The brothers didn't take lightly to the kids who pranced around like they owned everything. 'They don't know what it's like to have to scrounge for food, or to only have two pairs of clothes', they always thought. 'Those richies have everything they could possibly want, and don't have to lift a finger to get it. They probably have servants running around, buying things left and right for them.' It nearly sickened the two.

Inuyasha especially hated the rich kids. If they had one ounce of respect for anyone but themselves, He wouldn't have minded so much. But after thirteen years of being ridiculed by them for something out of his control, he didn't quite have it in him to forgive them anymore.

Because they had ridiculed him, and not hearing their words didn't help him ignore it any. He could see the dark glares and pointing fingers, and he hated them for it. He had nearly brushed off the people that were now his closest friends, just because they had enough money to live in comfort.

But they had convinced him to give them a chance, and he found that they were some of the best people he had ever known. They were now fast friends, and he was barely seen around town without them. Classes were different, because they were all in different grades, but that couldn't be helped.

'So, do you figure she will be in any of our classes?'

Sesshomaru shook his head. 'Nah, I don't think so. She looked too young to be a junior. (1) I'll bet my Tootsie Pop on her being a sophomore.' He pulled a sucker from the bottom of his backpack.

Inuyasha hiccupped. 'I'll take you up on that one, and raise you a quarter.' He reached inside his pocket and pulled a sucker and an old twenty-five cent piece out, holding them temptingly in front of his brother.

Sesshomaru put his chin in his hand and stared long and hard at the quarter. He took a deep breath and reached into the front pocket of his bag, pulling out an equally worn coin. They each laid their bids on their desks, reaching out and shaking hands to seal the deal. In the middle of the handshake, Sesshomaru's head snapped to attention, looking at the teacher over Inuyasha's head.

"Yes, Mrs. Yura?"

Inuyasha saw his brother's mouth moving and looked in the same direction. He saw the teacher pointing a comb at them, answering Sesshomaru's words.

The teacher wielded the comb that she often hit the students' hands with. It wouldn't seem so, but that thing hurt! "You two wouldn't be making a bet about anything inappropriate, now would you?" She asked with sickeningly false sweetness.

Sesshomaru shook his head, exuding calm. "No, ma'am. Nothing inappropriate."

Mrs. Yura lifted one side of her mouth in a half-grin, half-scowl. "And what would that bet be on then, mister?" She smiled smugly, 100% sure that she would catch him lying this time.

"We had a bet on this girl, see-"

"Ah-hah! I knew it! Betting on a girl, eh? That just happens to be inappropriate, therefore, you lied! Ha ha haaa! I've finally caught those two rascals lying!" The nutty teacher pulled a rope that had popped up from nowhere, dumping confetti on everyone in the room. She started to do a happy dance, jumping all over the room and doing out-of-date dance moves. Inuyasha, who knew nothing of the context, was rolling on the ground, silently laughing.

Sesshomaru watched her, sweatdropping. "Ma'am?" Mrs. Yura stopped in the middle of her dance, still covered in confetti.

"Hm? Yes, what is it?" She was annoyed; her celebration had been interrupted.

"We were betting on what grade she was in, to see if she had any classes with us."

The teacher gaped like a fish, opening and closing her mouth. She quickly stood from the position she had been in, with one hand on her ankle, pulling her foot up above her waist, the other doing the sprinkler.

"Uh, well then," she began, pulling her clothes and brushing at confetti in her hair anxiously. "I guess you didn't lie. Um…sorry." She rubbed the back of her head, blushing. She noticed all of the students staring at her. "What!? Never seen a teacher do a happy dance before? Do your work before I give you all detention!"

The students all jumped, hurriedly staring back at their open books. Sesshomaru looked down at Inuyasha. The teen was still on the ground, wiping tears from his eyes and grinning from ear to ear. He was covered in sparkly confetti and his face was as red as his shirt, making him look like a tomato with glitter all over. At the comparison, Sesshomaru started chuckling, then all-out laughing when Inuyasha's paper fell off of his desk and on to his face.

Sesshomaru leaned back, both hands holding his stomach. He felt himself slipping to the edge of his seat, but was to cracked up to do anything about it. He fell out of his chair, landing hard on his bottom. Inuyasha saw this and started to laugh even harder, gasping for air. They continued laughing as they pulled themselves back into their chairs.

After a few more minutes, and multiple relapses into laughter, they finally calmed down enough to pack up their bags and pocket their bids.

The bell rang not long after, and they walked slowly to their next class. The neared the history room, and Sesshomaru could hear Mr. Myouga still shouting about the Feudal Era, despite the class having ended.

They walked in and interrupted Mr. Myouga, freeing the students from another hour of being lectured by the small statured demon(2). They took their seats reluctantly, chatting idly till class started. Or, that is, until the bet was won.

Kagome wandered the hall, looking for her next class. She had been thoroughly enraptured by her industrial arts class, and the teacher, Totosai. His three-eyed cow in the corner of the room had been quite the source of entertainment, mooing loudly at anyone talking out of line.

She wondered if her next class would be any more amusing than her first. History didn't quite sound entertaining. But, in a school like this, you had to expect the unexpected. As she learned when she walked into her history class and was met with the sight of the two silver-haired brothers from that morning.

The older noticed her from the corner of his eye, and turned towards her, mouth hanging open. The younger, Inuyasha, tilted his head and looked at her as well, and fist-pumped. He held his hand out to Sesshomaru expectantly. She watched as an old sucker and a rusted quarter was handed over. She frowned, then understood.

'Hold on, I'm part of a bet, and all the bid had was a quarter and an old sucker? Geez, these guys must not know what they're missing!' She huffed and walked to an empty seat in the back row. She plopped down in the chair and dropped her bag next to her. She pulled a pencil and notebook out and started writing angrily.

She stiffened as she felt a cold presence beside her. An oily, smooth voice emitted from the person.

"Well, look who thinks they can play with the big boys…"

AN: Who could it be? Anyway, thanks for reading!

1: I'm using the american grade levels because I don't know anything else.

2: Is he actually a demon? I have never understood that. Dumb question, I know.

So, new chappie tomorrow again!

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