Anny finally took Yashero to class. Yashero was a little antsy about meeting his classmates. He wanted to know what they looked like. Would they be pretty like Anny or would they be monsters like the one's Yashero read in books. The talking skull of William Tell and the nurse transforming into a snake creature was obscenely surprising.

Yashero had a few friends in his old school. He had lots of sleepovers and lots of parties with them, but the sad truth was he's a loser. Media was what made him feel like a loser. That boy Higa made Yashero feel like a loser. The last thing his father said to him was he was going to die the same death as him, but no one would miss him.

" You're going to do great in there." Anny did the strangest thing. She licked her hands and rubbed her hands in Yashero's hair. Yashero's hair stood up and it looked cleaner than that night he took a shower after mowing the lawn for two hours. " Just remember to be yourself and don't act shy around everyone. We're like dogs. We know when you're afraid."

Anny pushed Yashero to the door. Yashero grabbed the fringes before he stepped into the classroom. Small beads of sweat dripped down Yashero's face. In fact he was drizzled with sweat.

" Um, on second thought, I don't feel very well. I think I'll go...outside!"

Yashero tried to make a break for the door. Not the door to the classroom, the door outside the school. He didn't want to see what he would find in the classroom. But Anny grabbed him and stopped him from running away. She moved her hand down and slammed her right fist into Yashero's crotch.

" You're not going anywhere but in that classroom. You are going to march in there, tell everyone your name, and the teacher will tell you where to sit down. If you are going to be a student in this school you have to do everything we do."

Yashero knew Anny was right. He could feel it in his groin. Yashero finally got the courage to walk inside. Horned demons, flying spirits, telepathic wolves or boars, he could handle it. But, instead of demons he met a bifocal man and his classmates. The man was his teacher. The teacher took out a chronometer from his deck and looked at it.

" Mr. Yashero Kiwari," he said, " I expected you here three hours ago. But I guess this resilience is what my class needs to get back into order. There's an empty seat in the back; take it."

Yashero walked to the back of the room. He meet a girl with purple hair, glasses, and an hourglass figurine. Her skin was milky white and she had a pin that looked like a platypus on her right shoulder. " Hi," Yashero said. The girl completely ignored Yashero. It was like he was completely invisible to her. " Did I say it in the wrong language."

Just then the teacher handed him paper. Yashero, still nervous about being in a school of demons, expected to find a list of cauldron ingredients for a potion that turned people into frogs. Surprisingly...it was a normal list. One-sided, typed out on a computer, it was an attendance sheet.

" We have a custom in this school, Mr. Kiwari. We salvage what we can from the humans. But, the humans only teach us so much. They teach us how to be philanthropic, inventive, and courteous. You will learn to be a human, act like a human, and hide your morbid personality until Christmas or summer. I don't care what you do after your three years here. I just know that whatever you do doesn't concern or have anything to do with me."

This class reminded Yashero of his old school: textbooks, lots of students, a normal looking clock over the door, and a chalkboard. The only thing abnormal about it was the teacher. He was reading a black book with a skull head on it with the words BLOOD MAGIC written on it—and no one was saying anything about it.

Yashero kept thinking about his old school. They had this place called Co-op educational offices. It was where people signed in their co-op forms for their job experience and where Yashero went for lunch. It was past lunch in this school and it was close to the end of school. In his old school it ended at 2:30 P.M; here it ended at 3:30 P.M.

" That's everything for today. Read pages 125 to 128 and answer questions 1 to 6. You may all go...except for Mr. Kiwari."

Yashero waited until everyone left. What did he do wrong? He was sitting quietly at his desk for hours. Now he was alone with Professor Snape from Harry Potter. The teacher didn't leave his desk. He adjusted his bifocals to read from his book.

" Did I do something wrong, sir?" Yashero asked.

" Yes...no. It's just my job to speak to the new kid about how his first lesson was. So how was your first lesson?"

" It was pretty good. I learned a lot of interesting things today." Yashero explained. " I liked how you-"

" I asked you how was your first lesson. I never asked you how you felt. All I want is a yes or no answer. Not a maybe. A yes or a no."

" Yes I didn't enjoy it. Thank you for accepting me into your class."

" The only thing I hate more than boorish students are the students that try to kiss up to me. If you want to get good marks in my class you will study the criteria and do all the tests like everyone else."

" I wasn't trying to suck up to you, Mr..."

" Gyllenhaal."

" Mr. Gyllenhaal. I was just telling you how I'm happy you accepted me into your class."

" It's funny you would say something like that."

" Because you are also happy to have me accepted into your class."

" No. It's just a funny thing you said. I don't remember inviting a person far away into my classroom. I especially don't remember inviting a human into this classroom. If it were up to me I would have you burned like the pilgrims burned witches."

" I-I don't want any trouble, sir. I didn't know you were...were-"

" What?" Mr. Gyllenhaal's normal brown hair turned into a purple shaggy magenta foliage. His skin started to turn green. At first he reminded Yashero of the Hulk the way his skin started to change, but his hands turned into ivy and his suit transformed into wood. Mr. Gyllenhaal was a plant. " I may be what you consider a monster but I'm quite coherent to the human needs. Not all of us here at Yokai Academy share the same moral code. If you want to survive here you have to pretend you are one of us."