Hey everybody. I'm finally back! It sucked, my laptop broke, but my parents got me a new one XD Anyway, please enjoy this chapter of Miss Antisocial Butterfly!

Chapter 9

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"What in the bloody hell?" Ron spurted. Behind him, young Harry Potter gave the same look of bewilderment.

Talk about irony. Before them laid the Evilest of the Evils, Draco Malfoy who slept peacefully, looking unaware of the evil in the world. More than that, he was holding onto, onto a-

"Bloody hell Ron; is that a flower that Malfoy's holding?"

It was not a very well-known fact that the Wivern Tree grew a small amount of bluish flowers time to time; it depends on its mood. Yes, I said it. The tree, being a magical tree as it is, had different moods. When it's depress, it losses most of its leaves. When it's happy, his leaves grow large and green.

Harry moved towards the blond boy. "Say Ron, do you happen to have a quill and ink with you?" The looked on his face made the red head giggle with anticipation.

You could guess what happened next.

"Snicker Doodle." Nothing happened, nothing moved. Aw fuck, where the hell was the office? This was the third statue that Kanda tried to open. The first one was of a mermaid, who Kanda swore winked at him. The next was a statue of a phoenix. Now here he was, standing in front of a stupid lion one. He took a step to his right, attempting to find another statue that might happen to be the one that could lead him to the Headmaster's office. He took one step and stopped. Maybe… "Snicker Doodle." Fucker hates me. Still, nothing happened.

He groaned in frustration. He was hungry, limping and pissed off. He was surprise at how well he managed to keep his tail and ears down. Hey, he's getting better at controlling his anger.

'I hate this.' He growled inwardly. 'I hate that fucking Kumoi. I hate that fucking stupid rabbit. I hate this stupid mission!' He sneered, making a face towards another statue that he happened to pass by. It was a statue of a gorilla this time. Kanda sighed. 'Might as well try.'

"Snicker Doodle."

Nothing….. Just as he expected. Fuck.

He clicked his tongue, making a, well, a clicking sound. His tongue then went to poke the inside of his left cheek, a habit he's unconsciously developed a few weeks ago. He tugged a bit at his collar, the heat of the day getting to him. He licked his lips, wetting the slightly dry pair.

BRINGG!

He looked around, the realized that the loud ringing was the bell. So the first class had already ended? Great. Just fucking great. He's hungry, he's late, he's lost and now he's about to, if god hates him enough, run into a crowd of fucking wizard brats. Today, aw hell, the last few fucking days have not been his days. No, not one fucking minute of it.

His ears twitched as he heard footsteps coming up from every direction. "Aw fuck…" he muttered under his breath. He had nowhere to escape. He had nowhere to escape, not only because he had no idea where anywhere was… Actually, that was the only reason.

"Bloody Merlin, did you hear what happen to-"

"Oh, the man if fine if I might say-"

"Did you hear about Dra-"

Blah blah blah. Blah.

That was all Kanda heard as a stamped of dress wearing brats came his way. From the front, behind, his sides, he was surrounded. (He was standing in one of those four way intersection like part of the halls.) He tried to stay near the walls, away from those annoying brats, away from attention. That was, until a kid bumped into him.

"Bloody hell! Watch where you're going you filthy mudblood!" screeched a tiny, obviously, Slytherin boy. He rubbed his head, the unfortunate first year he was. He made a sneer and then looked up to Kanda. His face paled. Bad move.

Kanda was at least five inches taller than him, him being five feet eight inches. Kanda looked down with disgust at the boy. He made a face, one out of anger…. He was hungry, having a bad day, and now a fucking brat was yelling at him.

The boy stepped back, his friends as well; they all sensed the deadly aura surrounding Kanda. He broke a sweat just from being stared at. One kid after another, a crowd started to form. Kanda didn't falter, he just stood there. The kid started to breath heavily.

"Oh my gosh! Isn't that girl so cool?" A girl from the crowd whispered to her friend, all looking at him with admiration.

"That chick's hot! Who's she?"

"O.M.G. that guy is so cute, who is he?"

A chorus of 'Who is she?' and 'Who is he?' rang from the crowd.

"I-I'll let you off for now you f-filthy mudblood!" With that, the frighten boy and his friends escaped through the crowd. Now that left a half-pissed Kanda and a crowd of giggling girls and boys. He kept his head down. He didn't want to meet anyone's eyes. He tried sneak away, but no avail. Fuck, he should have escaped while the kid's attention was on that one boy.

Fuck, Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuc-

"What's going on here?" chimed a female's voice.

He looked up. Everybody's attention was on the girl. Kanda sneaked away. He was thankful to the girl and whoever she was, he promised to thank her one day and return the favor. Hey, yeah, Kanda was an ass, but he's nice time to time. Today was the girl's lucky day; she's the first person, excluding the headmaster, to get on his good side.

He quietly sneaked away. It only took him a few seconds to find a nearly deserted hallway. He only saw a couple of kids around. They look around twelve years old or so, if he had to guess. Kanda saw a group of young girls, a group made up of three of them. They were laughing and giggling like all girls here. Maybe even some of the boys. He walked up to one of the girls. He tapped her on her shoulders.

"Excuse me Miss."

She didn't bother to look at him, merely motioning her hand 'shoo, shoo' and a small 'go away freak'. Her friends continued to laugh at a joke one of them said.

He coughed when she ignored him. He's getting pissed. "Excuse me Miss." He tapped her shoulder again.

She turned around, a look a pissy-ness on her face. Her pretty little face was contorted in anger. "Look frea- Um.." From pissy red to blushing red, it took only one look.

Kanda, silly, naïve little Kanda. Did he not know of the pheromones he was currently releasing? Or the alluring look he had? Or, or maybe even the sweet scent of his long, luscious hair? The world may never know…. Okay, never mind, the world did, but Kanda didn't.

"Y-yes? What can I do f-for you?" She blushed, immediately revealing her immediate attraction to the 20 years old Asian beauty.

Kanda was having a bad feeling about this, but didn't have much time to lose. The faster he can get to the headmaster, the faster he can get his mission done. Or at least that's what he thought. "Do you know where the headmaster's office is?" And do you mind telling me before I fucking take my own life to save myself from this misery? Or maybe your head. He tried his best to resist the urge calling to him to rip her head off. Hey, he was really getting a hold of that anger management thing.

"Ye-Yes! C-can we tak-take you there?"

Kanda groaned. Inside his head of course. 'Fuck no.'

"Of course."

"What's going on?" Head Girl, seventh year Hermione Granger questioned the crowd of students. She had just come from Defense Against Dark Arts, a class currently taught by Snape. She was on her way to Charms, wondering where in the world Harry and Ron were, seeing as they skipped Snape's class. On her way, she noticed someone yelling ("-Mudblood!" Great, another Slytherin) and a group of kids. Something was going on and it's her job as Head Girl to find out what and put a stop to it.

She had no trouble getting through the crowd as they all knew who she was and how stiff she was. (She needs to get laid.)

"Hermione." Called out a fifth year girl. "Do you know who that was? Is she a new transfer student?"

"Who?" Hermione looked around. A new student? This was the first she's heard of it. She only saw students from former years. Nobody new, well, except the first years. "What student?"

"That cool girl who stood up to Grales! Did you see her?" A tiny first year chirped in. Henry Grales was a first year who stood behind his family and their high social position. He was like a carbon copy of the first year Draco Malfoy. Blond hair, snotty attitude, two big goons and their Slytherin way, everything was the same.

"How peculiar... I shall go ask Professor Dumbledore."

"Oh Professor Kanda, I didn't expect to see you so soon." Smile. Jolly smile. Candy. "Lemon drops?"

Kanda shook his head. "No thanks sir, I'm fine." Kanda wasn't a big fan of sweets, especially lemon kind. Too sour for his taste. He preferred his soba and on special occasions, well, just more soba. If any more, Kanda dislikes chocolate the most. He didn't know why, he just didn't like it. He pulled out the letter from his jacket. "This letter, you said you wanted to see me?"

He handed the old wizard the letter. He titled his head in an angle with a questioning look. The realization hit him. "Oh yes, I did." He paused, gave that smile that can just make you smile as well and spoke in the skipping-like voice. "Seeing as you're already walking around, it's safe to guess that the potion Madam Pomfrey gave you is working wonders."

'Potion?' Kanda didn't see any potion around the room when he first woke up. But, he'll keep that to himself. He just nodded with his poker face.

"I do suggest you don't attend any of your classes for today. Even with the strongest potion takes hours to fully heal a wound. Especially one of your degree."

'Rest? Miss another one of my fucking class?' It sounded tempting but-oh! Kanda just had a great idea. "Professor, do you mind if I look around the school, to get to know the place better? I'd rather get familiar with the place so I won't get lost." Kanda was double-faced, an ass on one side and professional liar on the other. Looking around gave him a better chance of finding the Innocence's than fucking 'resting'.

Dumbledore gave an 'Oh.' face. "Wouldn't you rather rest Professor?"

"I'll be fine sir." Kanda replied, his poker face still poker face-like. 'Like hell, my fucking foot hurts like fuck.'

The old coot gave a small laugh. "Well I couldn't stop you if you wish to."

With that, the twenty years old professor exited the office.

Dumbledore laid his hands over each other, his elbows sitting at the edge of his desk. His chin rested on them. "Hmm, how interesting..." He paused. "I couldn't read his mind at all."

"Thanks Madam Pomfrey!" Both Harry and Ron cheered. No more make-up! Or long hair! And now the duo are coming for their best friend, seeking humiliating revenge.

The two friends hurried of to their next class, thanking the old nurse as they left.

Madam Pomfrey smiled. Those two were like her own children, back when they were their age, or maybe even younger. She stood up, brushing the invisible dust of her apron. "Now then." She walked over to the bed where Draco and the professor were sleeping. The young Malfoy was still sleeping, his back turned to her. She noticed something was missing. "Where's that new professor?"

She thought for a second. "Maybe Albus got him?"

Oh well, she walked over to Draco. She should wake him up to take his medicine. Talking about that, before she got to him, she saw the bottle for the young professor, the medicine he was supposed to take. The bottle was still full, all the way to the brim. He didn't take it, not any, not even a drop. She looked worried. "Oh dear. If he didn't take it, he shouldn't even be able to take a step. Where in the world could he be- Ah! Oh my!"

Draco turned over, his front side now facing her. Oh his forehead, on his cheek, on his nose, silly little writings were on him. 'Slytherin Prince! Jerk! Dumb Blonde! Dork!' Even with the nasty writings on his face, he slept like a baby.

"Oh dear, we have some work to do." She sighed as she grabbed a towel and a small pail of water.

It's safe to say that Kanda did not like skin to skin contact. That's why for today, as he searched the castle, he made sure to hide when the kids were in passing period, lunch and even when they went to the bathroom. Luck was finally on his side; he didn't collide with anybody that evening! It wasn't until he retired for the night that he realized a couple of things. One, he didn't eat anything at all today. Two, he whole body suddenly became sore after he had gotten back to his room. Three, Ariko, the ghost in charge of guarding his room and opening his door wasn't here. It was already ten at night, the time when most kids went to bed.

Kanda too would have liked to get to his bed, but alas, the great fucking gods in heaven didn't agree with him. They'd rather he get hurt, sore and pissed before giving in to him. 'Where the fuck is she at?' He couldn't help but viciously attack the missing lady, cursing her within the large realm of his brainy region; him starving, plus this kind of day equals to a pissed of Kanda. Can you blame him? He's been sleep deprived, starved and forced to 'teach' a bunch of fucking brats.

Oh yeah, number four, he didn't find shit about the Innocence. Not even a speck of Innocence trail was nearby. The only good thing about today was... um, well, nothing. Nothing turned out his way. Not one fucking thing went his way. Fuck, almost forgot number five; when he dropped his wand, the marble bit at the bottom fell off, rolled across the hall and down a vent. What the fuck? What's a fucking vent doing in an ancient place like this? The world may never know.

His room was in a secluded like area in the castle. Luckily, luck was on his side for that moment of the day (night?) as no one, not even a teacher came to pass his hall. It wasn't until eleven that Kanda spotted Ariko, her ghostly figure, traveling picture frame to picture frame until she was stationed to his doorway.

Kanda didn't know whether to laugh or to look away in disgust. Okay, maybe laugh was the right one to go, I mean, it wasn't every day you get to see a drunken Miko, especially a ghost one at that. If it was anybody else, let's say Lavi or Kumoi, they would have laughed, certainly when she started singing 'I'm my own grandpa!' but some guy named Ray something.

"A-Ariko-san... Are you okay?" Being the Kanda that, well, Kanda was, he was genuinely worried for the Miko in the drunken state. Some parts just disturbed him slightly. She was a Miko, a priestess if you must, she's a ghost, that's a given and currently, the one in charge of deciding whether to let Kanda in his warm comfortable bed with his fluffy pillow or stay in the unforgiving coldness of the hall was the drunken lady singing a country song. How did a Japanese ghost who died hundreds of years ago know a country song like this anyway? How the hell did she even get drunk? Or, or where the fuck did she get the alcohol from?

It was also safe to say that Kanda didn't have a good night's rest, not with the currently half drunken half sobered Miko singing 'I'm my own grandpa' for the hundredth time. Thankfully though, she let him inside his room thirty minutes to midnight. Now, time for sleep.

"This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life
For my daughter was my mother
'Cause she was my father's wife-"

For those wanting to know how Kanda managed to get ready for bed, well, he'd rather keep that part a secret. He got in his room, shut the door, ripped the hairband off which revealed a pair of cat ears as fluffy as can be, throw his jacket off, kicked off his boots, tossed his stic-er, wand, keys and Mugen to the edge of his large bed and grabbed a red pillow which then came in use to cover both pairs of his ears. A fairly groomed tail swished back and forth, happy the heavy set coat was off.

He then drifted off to La La Land... Okay, not really, he was Kanda after all. But even with the screeching of the Miko outside his door about how she was her own grandpa, her daughter is her step mother, and blah blah blah. Kanda was out.

Oh my god! Finally the first day of Kanda's first day at Hogwarts are over! I'm so happy with my new laptop, it's a mini and I can pretty much take it anywhere. XD Thanks for the reviews and comments and yeah, you know what I mean. Check back soon for chapter 10