Miss Antisocial Butterfly
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Chapter Four-
Kanda would have found his fucking classroom earlier if it wasn't for the staring contest he was currently having with one of the ghost of Hogwarts. He had just ran out of the odd kitchen filled with what he had assume was the house elves Dumbledore had mentioned about when they first met. Fuck.
"Good day to you dear Sir. Why I must say I've never seen you around before." Kanda couldn't help but stare at the headless ghost in front of him. The only moving dead he's been around before were the akumas, so you can imagine how he is reacting right now.
The ghost held a cheerful smile with a gentle nature. Damn, this ghost seemed so familiar, just why though? Was it the British accent, his look, the clothes, the accent? Did he just say accent twice? Crap, this is what happens when he doesn't get his soba. Fuck.
"You look like a fifth or sixth year. Are you perhaps a transfer student? Why I say, we hadn't have one of those since my days in Hogwart." The ghost paused, barely noticing the blank look that the new teacher gave it. "Oh, forgive me, my name is Sir Nicolas, but you may call me Headless Nick, more preferably just Nick. That's what everyone calls me. And who might you be?"
Kanda gave a quick nod for some reason. "My name is Kanda Yuu." The ghost gave its full attention to the long haired boy. He couldn't help but stare at the white headband he wore. Was that the style for young boys nowadays?
"Kanda Yuu? Why, are you perhaps from Japan? Was that where you transferred from? My, what a long trip you must have had."
Kanda thought for a moment. It would not be good to give out to much information about himself during his stay here. "You can say that I suppose." The ghost gave the boy a little nod; he placed his head back on earlier. "Sir Nicolas, might you know where the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom might be?" Why hell, even Kanda had the brains to ask for direction instead of wandering the whole school looking for it. A ghost can't cast spells. Right?
The ghost smiled a knowing smile. Majority of the seventh years in Hogwart still had little trouble finding their way around.
He started to walk (float?) down the left corridor. Kanda immediately figured out what the ghost was trying to do, so he followed him. They went through a hundred of stairs, corridors and stairs throughout their whole trip. Did Kanda just say stairs twice? Dammit, he better get his soba before he starts making a fool of himself. Fuc- Hey, how many times did he say fuck already? Now that he noticed it, Lenalee and the Moyashi always had a problem with how he talked. Fuck them (and Kumoi as well).
Finally, after what seemed like a thousands of falls, due to the moving stairs, they finally reached a door. From what Kanda calculated, they were near the first floor of the school; there were a few levels of basements below the school. The two went down a narrow set of stairs and are now currently standing in front of an old and creepy looking double door.
"Well, here we are! Are you okay?" The ghost asked referring to the many accidental trips Kanda had made on the way. Though he tripped a million times before they came here, Kanda, with his Super-Soba-Man! powers, had never actually reached to ground. His face was just too elegant to have to shake hands with the cold and dirty floor below him.
"Y-yes I am. Thank you Sir Nicolas." He gave the ghost a deep and graceful bow, almost making the undead man chock on his own spit. Kids these days were usually rude and disobedient. Whoever was in charge must have had made this kid go through some strict lessons.
"Well then, I must be on my way! Even ghost likes to have some breakfast time to time." With that, Sir Nicolas made his way to pass through the many walls of Hogwart. But before he had been gone for even ten seconds, he suddenly came back, slightly startling the young samurai. Kanda stayed silent. "Oh, just so you know Mr. Transfer student, this year's Defense Against Dark Arts have yet to show up yet."
Kanda felt a twitched coming. So he was a little late? Did people always have to remind him whenever he was wrong? The ghost kept going through.
"So 'till he, or she, comes, Professor Dumbledore is having professor Snape to cover for them. Since you're new here, you might not know, but Snape is a rather harsh and strict man, though he is a lot softer on his Slytherins students. Now I must say good bye again. Good bye." Now the ghost bid his goodbye and left for the final time.
"Great." Kanda muttered to himself. He had to have someone replace him. Man! When he was done with this fucking mission, he was going to kill Kumoi. Fuck, give him a week max, he would find the four fucking Innocence and shove it up that guy's dick-less ass when he gets back. Teaching a bunch of fucking brats was not Kanda Yuu. It was more of a Moyashi or Lenalee Lee thing, not his.
Not wanting to stand in the bottom of the creepy stairs anymore, Kanda made his way to open the doors. He fished a set of keys out of his pocket. Apparently, every teacher in the school had a set of keys for every one of the classrooms in case of an emergency. Oh well, he really didn't care how the English wizards did their thing.
Click! He turned the knobs and pushed to door opened. He took a look inside. Dark, silent, roomy, perfect. It would be until two hours from now, when the kids comes in. Fuck.
Grumble~
"Soba." Kanda muttered in annoyance.
Harry couldn't help but wonder why Headless Nick always came to eat breakfast with the rest of the students. He didn't have anything against Nick but, seriously, he was a ghost! Wouldn't the food just fall out of him, and no, not like he took a dump, I mean it literally fell through him!
Harry felt somebody pull on his sleeve as he made his way to eat his chicken and mash potato.
"Hmm Hampt izzh ziht?" He asked with a mouthful of mash potato.
Hermione, one of his best friends, gave him a disapproving look. What? He was just being a boy. He swallowed his food. "What is it?"
"Oh honestly Harry! You're as bad as Ron!" The now sixth year bookworm pointed to the red headed boy behind her. He was currently stuffing his large mouth with food. He looked attractive to a certain degree. He had a little muscle underneath the hand-me-down robes he wore. He had soft red hair and his eyes sparkled with joy as he enjoyed the delicious food.
He stopped for a moment as he realized his two best were staring at him. "Hampt izzh ziht?"
Harry felt a de javu moment.
"Anyway." Hermione continued while rolling her eyes in disgust. "Did you hear?" She paused, waiting to see if Harry knew. "The new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher came yesterday."
"What!" Ron asked. "Did they really? Bloody hell, that means we don't have to see Snape anymore. Good thing, we have him first thing in the morning for this week." Ron sighed in relief. It's only been two days since school started and Snape had already started to make their lives into a bloody hell.
"Is that true Hermione?" Harry asked. He dropped his spoon in his mash potato in shock. "We don't have to see Snape first thing in the morning today?" He looked as happy as Ron did.
Hermione nodded. "Yes, and I've heard that the new teacher is some old man from somewhere in Asia or something. I just hope he's not like Snape."
As of currently, Ron and Harry were ignoring her. 'Asia? Like an old Snape? Dammit, which is worst, the current Snape or an older Asian Snape?'
"-to go."
"What?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.
Hermione looked pissed. Was it because they ignored her or is it just her time of the month. "I said, it's time to go." She picked up her books and school stuff and left the Great Hall. She met up with Ginny and Luna on the way.
"Hey, it's almost eight, we should go man." Harry agreed with Ron and the two left the Great Hall for their first class.
"Draco, man, did you hear?" Blaise Zabini asked his Slytherin roommate.
Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Sex God looked over to his roommate slash best friend. "No, what?" He asked as he took off his shirt, revealing a set of rock hard abs. His milky white skin looked as if it glowed with the morning sun, only to be covered by a slightly loose black shirt. He then took off his sleeping pants, silver and green boxers covering his manhood. He replaced them with a nice fitting pant, which looked a lot like some model pants.
"The new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher came last night. I heard it's like some old Asian dude." Blaise smirked as he thought of ways to terrorize the new teacher.
"Finally?" Draco asked as he slipped his Slytherin robes on. He fixed his platinum blonde hair with a small comb.
"Yeah. Looks like Snape have to teach potions again."
"Hmm, I see." He put on his new pair of shoes and grabbed his books and whatever he used in his class.
"What, going already?" Blaise smirked again, a teasing one this time. "Can't wait to see the new teacher? I mean I know you're bi, but didn't know you go for old to-" Blaise soon found a shoe in his face. "Aww crap man! I was only joking!" He rubbed his face. He was sure that he would have a bruise in a matter of minutes. Draco had a good arm, and aim.
"Shut up, it's almost eight already you idiot."
Blaise looked down to his wizarding watch. 7:55. "Aw Crap!"
With that the two best friends happily made their way to their first class. Notice the sarcasm.
Allen looked outside the window. It was raining.
"Allen-kun, what's wrong?" Lenalee asked him. She sat by his side on her own chair. She was peeling an apple, using a small knife. She looked at her best friend with a worried look. Was something wrong? Was he hurting again?
Allen had just come back from another mission. He was beaten up pretty badly after fighting three level threes, almost not making it if Lavi and Lenalee hadn't come in time.
Allen shook his head slightly. He had a deep cut on the top of his head and it would have been wise not to because too much movement would only anger the nurse in charge of him. "No. Just wondering..." He trailed off. He pale cheeks were tinted in a nice red color. He blushed as he shook his head as if having an internal fight.
Lenalee smiled. Allen was so cute, she wished she had a younger brother (or sister as she always secretly wishes) like that. "Wondering what Allen-kun?" She held her 'tell-me-or-I'll... well you don't want to know' face. It looked so innocent, and Allen would have been fooled to if he hadn't known her for so long. (He was seventeen now, so they've known each other for around two, almost three years.)
Allen blushed again. He could lie to Lenalee, then have her find out later on and have a brutal beating. Or save himself from the beatings and tell her the truth now. "Well, ano, um..." He paused. He really didn't want to tell her. She might misunderstand... "Um.." He was now tugging slightly at his shirt collar. "Mumble mumble...whe...s...da?"
Lenalee smiled a teasing grin. She knew what Allen said, but she just loved seeing him all like this. Does that make her a sadist? "What was that Allen-kun? Sorry, I didn't hear you, can you speak up?"
"Ano..." He couldn't make a single word out. He felt flustered for some reason. He was sure that Lenalee was teasing him now! "Kanda?" He managed to choke out.
Lenalee smirked. In her mind of course. "Oh, Kanda-kun? What about him?"
Allen continued to blush.
Question by question soon came, and Allen almost fainted.
Hey, thanks to those reading this. I hope you liked it.
Tadah! Slytherins Sex God and his right hand man made their first appearance! Draco is bi. Yay! Cheers! Allen made his first appearance! Sure, he's wrapped up in bandages and all, but he's still cute and lovable!
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