Uhh I don't remember how many edits I had in this one, but it was more than the last two xD I feel stupid. I just finished and I dont remember. Now I have to do history homework D:

ANYWHO. Chapter Three! BE HAPPEH. ;D

Disclaimer: If I owned KHR, I would have blocks a hella lot more often xD

Kanai was shocked. Like, to the point of incomprehension. The girl had cleaned herself up nicely in the bathroom; the only thing off was that her eyes were slightly puffy, but that wouldn't be a problem—she learned to lie flawlessly when she was eight.

She had opened the door to the classroom, and her jaw dropped. She was just amazed.

HOW THE HELL CAN DINO TEACH! Kanai screamed in her mind, drawing a blank. She opened her mouth to speak, but all she did was stutter. Dino smiled at her from her desk (which he was leaning upon quite casually) before going back to the lesson on . . . history! Oh no. OHHHH NO. He's going to teach them something about the mafia or that the whole government is a conspiracy! Kanai freaked out.

The woman walked fully inside the room and closed the door behind her. She turned around and smiled at the Cavallone boss.

"Ah… Dino. As much as I appreciate this," she paused, "what the hell are you doing here?" Dino raised an eyebrow and a few students laughed. Kanai only tilted her head to the side and waited for an answer from the (slightly) older Italian man.

"Well, Ameni~." Kanai's eye twitched at his tone. "I knew that you weren't feeling well, so I took over your class in the time being until you got back." He smiled one of those toothy Dino smiles that he wore a lot, and she sighed.

"Like a dictator…" She muttered. The blond laughed.

"Just like a dictator!" Kanai held her head in her hands in irritation as Dino laughed. Kanai turned to her class, looking about the desks, and a confused look took over her features.

"Oi, Dino." He looked over at her. "Where's Yamamoto-kun?" Kanai also looked and their eyes met. Blue and brown. She could tell he was calculating, thinking back to the last time he saw the swordsman.

"Hm. I don't know. I haven't seen him at all lately." Her eyes widened slightly. No way. Yamamoto-kun would definitely have been here for class. She contemplated. Then, her eyes flashed to the empty seat next to Gokudera. She narrowed her eyes. Something's wrong. I can feel it.

ON THE BLACKEST PLAINS IN HELL'S DOMAIN, WE WATCH THEM AS THEY GO. IN FIRE AND PAIN NOW ONCE AGAIN WE KNOW.

Yamamoto finally felt like he was . . . okay. Not as bad as before, and definitely not good. He was . . . somewhere between. He could live with that—for the time being, anyway. The swordsman was still huddled in the shadows of the rooftop. The tears had dried on his cheeks. The boy was just staring out toward the sun, thinking and wondering.

What was that thing situated on her back?

What was Dino doing?

How was she in so much pain? Was it because of Dino, and the blackness allotted to her body?

Why did Hibari kiss her?

All of these questions (and many others) zipped through his mind and it made his head spin. It was almost too much. I bet the others are wondering where I am… He thought distantly. But I can't find the will in myself to move at all. Yamamoto sighed deeply, hanging his head.

The whole ordeal of which he shouldn't have seen fluttered through his mind so many times he had by now memorized every movement made and every word spoken. After Hibari kissed the teacher, Yamamoto couldn't bear much more and closed his hazel eyes; he listened carefully, though. He caught every whimper, yelp, and screech Kanai uttered.

Class must be already halfway through, ne? He let his body go completely limp, the wall next to him supporting his full weight. Next time Kanai sees me, she'll yell. I know it. The teen smirked at the comment. It quickly disappeared as he thought more of Kanai and what the hell was going on.

Yamamoto sat there that way for the longest time—a few minutes before class was over. He finally decided to get off his ass and trudged back into the school. Maybe he could miss the rush of students and walk home alone if he was slow and careful.

The bell rang as he came to the bottom of the stairwell. Furious rushings of feet passed the door by, and the teen leaned against it as he waited for it to thin.

He had to wait a while; he was a bit surprised. Yet he waited. And when he was ready, he came out of hiding and into the hall. It was practically abandoned. He barely smirked. Then he was on his way, eyes on the ground before him.

Yamamoto got all the way outside. He contemplated for a second and decided to skip baseball practice for the day. He just didn't feel right enough to play.

So he set off to home. He didn't run into anyone (yet). The swordsman was content—or as content as he could be after the situation he witnessed.

Halfway home, he heard running behind him. He didn't think anything of it, of course, until they started screaming his name. Then, realizing who it was, he froze.

"Yamamoto-kun! Yamamoto-kun!" Kanai yelled, sprinting toward the stopped body. She caught up to him, breathing heavy and now standing in front of him. "Yamamoto-kun…" the teacher whispered. "Where were you?" She asked in a small voice, looking up into his eyes and placing a hand on his cheek. Yamamoto averted his eyes.

"Around." Blue eyes narrowed.

"Be more specific, dammit." Kanai stood firm as Yamamoto was silent. "Yamamoto-kun!" She yelled in his face. He cringed. "Give me a goddamn answer!" Suddenly enraged, the baseball player shoved her off and glared.

"I gave you an answer, Kanai! Just leave me alone." He yelled just as loudly. He started walking again.

To Kanai, it felt like a slap in the face.

Her eyes lowered to the sidewalk below her, watering some. What happened, Yamamoto-kun? She thought slowly. But she shook her head, ridding her of all thought, and kept walking home. She didn't know what was going on, but she sure as hell would find out.

IS SOMEONE GETTING THE BEST, THE BEST, THE BEST OF YOU?

The next few days of school were pretty normal. Kanai played her music, did her teaching, and nothing seemed out of place.

Well, except that Yamamoto wasn't acting like himself. He would avert his eyes every time they caught the other's gaze. He wasn't going to baseball practice either; Kanai knew because she saw him escape down the street after school instead of heading to the field. It worried her greatly.

She didn't show it, though. She put on her fake smile that no one seemed to notice and went on like everything was okay.

On the fourth day since the incident, the morning started as usual. Kanai walked in late, and said good morning's to her students. She plugged in her iHome and played some music—today it was some punk-goes-pop—and started her role.

"…Watanabe-chan…Yamada-kun…Yamamoto-kun?" She heard 'here' for each, except for Yamamoto. She looked up from her paper and looked about. "Yamamoto-kun?" She asked again.

"I'm here." He replied with a hard tone. He was glaring forward. Kanai's eyebrows raised and she checked him off.

"Okay… Anyway, now that's over~! Today is, eto… Saturday, isn't it? Ah. So we only have some math and then we have the rest of the class free!" She smiled. "Fun. What kind of math are we doing, again? I'm still asleep."

"For the millionth time, it's algebra!" Gokudera exclaimed. "Stupid woman."

"What kind of algebra, Gokudera-kun? One or two?" She smiled.

"ONE."

"Okay!" Kanai changed the song and jumped off her perch on the desk. She walked around and started writing on the board.

She pointed to the equation—108x – 15x + 4 = 190. "Solve it. Watanabe-chan?" The girl stood and looked at the problem. She reached down to her desk to grab some paper and a pencil. "Mentally." Kanai added.

"What?" Watanabe asked, confused. "I can't do that!"

"Two." Gokudera yawned. Everyone looked to him; he was leaning back in his desk, feet up on the desktop. "X equals two." Kanai smirked.

"Very good, Gokudera-kun. I see the Italians taught you well." His eyes glimmered.

"Sono probabilmente più intelligente di te. Algebra è il mio miglior soggetto." He spoke fluently. Kanai laughed.

"E quello lo chiami un sandwich al prosciutto? Mettilo via, subito!" She replied. He looked at her, surprised.

"What?" Kanai laughed heartily.

"What did you say?" A student in the back said. Kanai giggled.

"Gokudera said that he was smarter than me and that algebra is his best subject."

"What did you say?" Another asked.

"You call that a ham sandwich? Take it away at once!" The teacher yelled in the same tone of voice. The class laughed.

"That doesn't make any sense. It's stupid and irrelevant." Kanai looked about to find the one who said that. Yamamoto?

"So? I like that phrase." Her hand went to her hip and she gazed at the boy speculatively.

"That also makes you stupid and irrelevant." He snapped. Kanai gasped.

"Yamamoto-kun!" She walked through the rows and gripped his upper arm. He just looked up to her, eyes void of emotion. "Outside. Now. The rest of you, I don't care what the fuck you do, just don't commit suicide." She ordered. Her voice was sharp and angered. "It's the last thing I need."

She literally dragged Yamamoto out of his chair and pulled him out into the hall. It was quiet as the dead. She tossed him against the windows, pissed. The teen made no sound.

"What the fuck is wrong with you lately!" the teacher yelled. "You're not acting like yourself!" She sighed, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath to calm herself. When she opened them, they held concern and sadness. "I just want to know what's wrong." Their eyes locked, and Yamamoto couldn't look away, no matter how hard he tried.

They just held some kind of . . . conviction? Whatever it was, it kept him there, looking into this woman's eyes. He felt guilty for yelling at her, but he thought he had a reason. She had kissed that . . . other guardian, after all. What am I thinking? He thought. She's not mine to own or have. She's her own… his thoughts trailed off into the unknown.

"Yamamo—" The boy cut her off.

"Why did you kiss him?" The question wasn't supposed to come out, but it did. Kanai tilted her head, confused.

"Who?" She thought back to all the people she's kissed and could only remember that one kid in sixth grade that was a huuuuuuge mistake. She shuddered inwardly.

"Hibari. Why'd you kiss him?" Her eyes went wide. Hibari, Hibari, Hibari… Kyoya?

Her brain imploded.

"When did you see that?" She rushed, panicking.

"Tuesday. On the roof." OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH. MY. GOD. She started pacing, freaking out.

"Oh my God. Ahhhhhh, holy motherfucker, you saw that? How did you see that? We four were the only ones on the roof then! How did . . ." She was rambling to herself by now, not even noticing that Yamamoto was still there. Her head rapidly shot up and she looked at him, her hands pulling her hair and a scared glint in her eye.

"You followed Dino and Romario, didn't you?" He nodded. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Ohhhh, God. I have to call Dino." She stepped up to the taller boy and gripped his shoulders. "If you saw what I think you did—you should not have seen that, Yamamoto, I am serious. Oh holy…" Her eyes were watering now. Yamamoto's eyebrows knit together. What was going on now?

She reached into her pocket and felt her phone missing. Kanai looked around and groaned. "Gahhhh my phone is in the classroom! I can't go in there right now…" Yamamoto walked around her and into the class before she could ask. He pulled the phone off the iHome hurriedly and stalked out of the room.

"Here." He held it out to the teacher. She nodded her thanks and dialed the number.

"Dino, Dino, Dino, pick up your fucking phone. If you don't I'm chopping your balls off…" She murmured while it rang. Yamamoto winced. "Dino, DINO! Oh Lord, I have a problem… No, the seal is fine for now… I have a terrific problem. Yamamoto was on the roof with us Tuesday." There was silence on the other line before it erupted into loud yelling, along with some Italian swearing. "Yes, I know. He's right here with me… Yes. Yes, I know." She looked over at the swordsman's face.

"We'll have to tell him everything." Her voice had finality, and Dino sighed on the other line. Then, she hung up. "Come with me," she sniffed, "Dino's on his way."

NO, NO, NO . . . TEARS.

END CH III

Songs: Through the Fire and Flames - Dragonforce, Best of You - Foo Fighters, and No Control - Irie Shouichi.

Considerably less than the usual, eh? It's weird. I actually went back and checked on Word to make sure I didn't accidentally erase a chunk of the story or something lol.

REVIEWS ARE EPIC.