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It was Santa.

Big old jolly, way too happy, only good for one day in a year, dear beloved Santa….. Just kidding. … Wait, what the fuck? Did you guys actually believed that? You must be stupider than the kids in this classroom. Asides from a totally non-bias, third person's point of view, it was safe to say Kanda was a bit irky this morning.

What in the fucking hell? Kanda glared at the first person he saw, meaning the whole class. He saw nothing but red. He was pissed.

I'll fucking slaughter your fucktards and shove your fucking dicks up your whiney asses and- What the fuck are you looking at you shitbags? What the hell are you fucking punks doing, and you! Barbie looking wannabe fucker! What the fuck are you doing with chains? Are you that fucking kinky-

"Professor Kanda, are you alright?" The old man looked down on him with a look a worry. The smoke soon disperses and both men were clearly visible to the whole class (Snape included).

All students and teacher stood frozen. This was quite an awkward moment. Snape made the first move.

"Professor Dumbledore, wh-who is this?" Kanda gave him a look of annoyance. He was quick to the point and obviously spent no time on unnecessary talking. His air of haughtiness was quite similar to his. Kanda did not like this man.

Well, it was safe to say he did not like a lot of people. In fact, he hated a lot of people. He doesn't really like anybody; the closest thing he had to like was, well, not hating the person (or thing.)His beloved Mugen was a special case though. If anything, Mugen was probably the only thing he liked in this godforsaken place. Totally off topic now.

"Oh dear!" Dumbledore gasp slightly. He was staring at Kanda, and then turned to look at the kid who Kanda dubbed as 'Super blonde Barbie looking wannabe'. He muttered something under his breath which Kanda's sensitive ears did not quite pick up. "Excuse, but Mr. Malfoy, would you kindly mind removing this device off of my dear company?"

Device? What the fuck? It was Kanda's turn to look at himself, something every other person had been doing since he came in. Of course he couldn't see what was on his face, he didn't have a mirror. He did, as most in his situation would, noticed the long sharpened claws that currently are placed where his usually prime and proper nails would be. He patted his head. Oh fuck no- it can't be. Oh but it was.

Ears. But, if you wanted to be specific, you could say they seemed very close and similar to cat ears. Next, our mysterious being discovers what he most forcefully regretted next; a tail. Which would also soon lead to the discovery of whiskers, and fur, and a shit load of other things on our new professor.

Kanda was not having a good day.

And he still haven't gotten his damn soba.

"Sorry for the late introduction everybody, but please give a warm welcome to our Professor Kanda."

Kanda wondered how a person like Dumbledore could smile so much, especially when he had to be around these damn brats every single day. Or maybe, he was already broken and went crazy a long while ago. Whatever it was, Kanda would never know.

Maybe it was because his life somewhat sucked. I mean really, how could it not? He was surrounded by a bunch of idiots, he takes on dead things practically every single day, each with a deep intent of killing him (for some reason) and now he was forced practically halfway around the world on a secret mission to find four Innocence and teach a bunch of snot nose brats. Did we mention he had no soba to content his hunger?

Tch, whatever.

At least he no longer hand that damn spell on him.

Recall anyone?

He was pissed and ready to lash out at any moving creature. Of course, being him, he doesn't hesitate and was already on his marry way to kill these fucking brats. In his head of course. He was Kanda Yuu, if he couldn't fool you with his poker face, no one can. Hey, can you blame him? He was already cursed, his life sucks and he has no soba.

He was worse than a mama grizzly bear PMSing while some damn black bears were messing with her little cubs.

Long story short, Kanda, being Kanda, instead of killing those midgets, let Dumbledore do the talking.

Now here they were, finally, everything was normal. Well, as normal as a group of wizard kids could ever be. Kanda had no idea how the old mother of god managed to do it, but he had to hand it to the hairy wizard, he was pretty good at handling kids.

He was practically over with his ten minute speech, but Kanda wasn't really paying attention; he wasn't a wizard, why did he need to study and listen to this shit?

"And so, as I said before, please forgive the intrusion and misconduct, but if you wouldn't as kindly mind, please give a warm welcome to your new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, Professor Kanda."

The old coot turned to look at him. His cue maybe? He took it as.

Dumbledore quickly exited the room, dragging along a very confuse and very irritated Snape. Kanda was relived to a certain degree. He really didn't want them to be there, he didn't need some happy go lucky wizard and his sidekick to watch his every move. Like the students were.

"Due to some unfortunate events, my arrival was quite late." He saw some kids try to raise their hands. Seriously? They wanted to ask him questions? What the fuck did they think he was, their teacher? Well… You know what we mean. Not giving a damn, he continued his little speech, ignoring their gapping mouth and curious eyes. "However, my punctuality should be no excuse as to why you guys were doing something much different as to what I assigned." He paused, noticing they really weren't paying attention. Really? Fine then, he'll just verbally abuse them. For now. "Was seven words really too hard for you students to understand?"

That, my friend, was a rhetorical question. Apparently, some kids were just as stupid enough to actually realize it.

"But Professor!" Hermione chirped in, confuse and slightly irked. This teacher, no, this person actually dare to talk to her like that? Like she was some little kid? Like she was an idiot with no brain and no sense of intellectuality? Who was he to judge her like that?

In a sense, we could obviously see that this little girl was slightly offended at Kanda's indirect insult. Kanda fought the strong urge to roll his eyes. Two words out and she was already annoying… Well, Kanda found practically everything annoying really.

"There wasn't any kind of paper anywhere, and Professor Snape just told us to start with the class. Personally, I couldn't have mis-"

Kanda slapped her across the face.

Just kidding. Kind of.

He's good at visualizing stuff. Damn how good would it feel to just slap the shit out of one of these kids. Kanda silenced her with a look. If looks could kill…. Naw, forget it; he'd still want to kill them with his own hands.

"I left a note earlier on the door earlier stating you were to do some self-studying for the first twenty minutes, now whatever the reason, is it not the students responsibility to get their work and do it?" Kanda didn't really give a crap, he was just going to make these fuckers run and do some shit like that, but he might as well have fun poking them.. Right?

"But-"

"It's the student's responsibility…."

Hermione flushed. "Yes, but still-"

"Student's. Responsibility."

She gave up. This man was just so, just so infuriating. She took note of the teacher. He was far from what the rumors stated. For one, he wasn't old. He was way far from it; in fact he looked just about their age. She couldn't understand why.

The rest of the class buzzed with silent whispers and chit chattering. Kanda tried his best not to listen but it was pretty hard, he had pretty good hearing.

Ron turned to Harry. "I don't like him. He seems so, he just seems so, so.."

"Snotty, rude, mean, Snape-like?" The green eyed boy didn't turn his eyes anywhere away from the teacher. He really did not like that man. He just seemed so Slytherin like, and, and- Harry didn't know what, but he certainly did not like him.

The entire class was buzzing like bees, each one a fluttering statements about the teacher.

It was safe to say that Kanda was not having a good day.

"Neeeeee! Tykki! I'm so bored!" Road rolled around her fuzzy floor, her short hair whirling around with distress. "Tykki!" She moaned, her voice very annoying and pitchy. "TYKKI!"

She jumped up, immediately her small hands found the cheeks of her brother.

"Whaot 'o you w'ahnt me 'o do abhout it R'hoad?" His eyes refuse to move away from his magazine. It was very interesting. Woah, somebody spent that much money for a guy's used napkin? Humans were pretty crazy in their own little way.

"Muu!" She pouted and pulled the bigger man close to her. He was now forced to face his darling little sister. "I. Want. ALLEN!"

"….." The boy simply stared at her. "Road, remember what the Earl told us?"

Her pout turned into a smolder. "Bu-but.."

"Now do you really want to disobey him?"

She shook her head. "But I want to play-"

"Road-sama! Tykki-sama! The Earl wants to see you!" The two Noahs stared at the small pumpkin. Lero was panting as if he just ran a marathon.

Road flicked a random pebble at the fruit-vegetable thing which surprising, and disappointingly, did not pop the little guy's head off.

It was safe to say the students did not like their new professor. At all.

"Can you believe that git?" Ron threw his hands up for special effects. It was finally the end of the day and the golden trio was on their way back to their rooms for a long, deserving rest.

"I know!" Hermione growled. "We're supposed to be learning defensive magic against dark arts, not P.E!" She rubbed her sore arms. She was more into carrying books, not pushups. Besides, pushups were more for guys.

It was a rocky start, with the new professor and all. The incident with Malfoy was a start to that. Still, the students were more than attracted to the new teacher's Asian-ness, his cold looks and interesting aura. They were all very curious, save the three younglings at the back.

"Where are you from?"

"How old are you?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Would you be willing to try going out with an Englishmen?"

Kanda let the children blabber for so long. A minute and twenty seconds exact. At that last question, he cut off the student and immediately assigned them to do some work.

Generously enough, Kanda assigned them fairly 'easy problems' such as, 'What can you do when you're lost in a forest and all you have is a Bugglewort and your wand?'

And here you are, you'd think the said students would have been grateful Kanda gave them easy works. It was pretty much open ended, he said what can you do, not what must you do and he honestly couldn't care less what they wrote. He would've given them full credit if only they've written something, anything. But no…oooooooo…..

Someone just had to be stupid. Said man, or, boy, was the blond Barbie from before.

"It was all of Malfoy's fault!" Hermione growled out. Her arm was hurting so bad, she was definitely not the physical kind. "If he just kept his mouth shut, that damn professor wouldn't have made up run and all that stuff!"

Ron gave her a look. "But Herms, weren't you going to say something too? Something about degrading work-"

"That's not the point!" She snapped. Her hair was frizzier than usual and her eyes were more glare-y than normal. "The point is that if Malfoy didn't say anything, that git of a teacher wouldn't have made us do stupid pushups and jumping jacks!"

Harry and Ron were confused. So Herms wanted to tell the teacher off, but when another student did before her, she hates the other kid? Sure it was a given that they all hated Draco, but still. Man, girls were so confusing.

With that noted, and some other 'mature' words thrown to places by most of the students who had Defense Against Dark Arts that day, the whole student body went to rest for the evening.

Almost a week has gone by since Kanda's arrived. So far, he's searched the main castle and most of the classrooms in it. One too many did he have a close call with some damn cat and her owner.

Nothing. He searched the roof, the floors, even the goddamn trashcans for a clue, any clue! He was over frustrated, he could explode. He would have smirked at the thought for he had heard what those damn kids have been saying about him. They would just love that to happen wouldn't they…. And probably a couple more people or so, but honestly, he couldn't give a rats ass about it. But still.

The teachings weren't as annoying as he thought it would have been. Apparently, the student body learned their lesson when dealing with Professor Kanda. Simple, easy projects, don't ask, don't question and you were in the clear. Kanda had no problem with the crap they produced and they had no problem doing easy shit like this.

Sure they didn't like him, but like hell did he care.

He was sure as hell he couldn't give a fuck about anything at the moment. He was tired, frustrated and groaning over the fact that each and every fucking spell he tried out (secretly) turned to him. He buried his face deeper to his cloud like bed as if that one action could get rid of the ache inside his head.

"T'ch!" He threw away a book he was holding. It made contact with the cold wall, landing on top of many other books. Sure Kanda did a lot of reading and studying when he first got here, but that didn't mean he understood any of this shit. His ears twitched while his tail swung lazily in the air.

And to think, it was only nine in the morning. His stomach grumbled as he reached for a rice ball one of that weird little elf brought earlier. His eyes roamed the room, taking into a fact that he hasn't actually explored his own room yet.

That thought was immediately dismissed when his cold eyes landed on a lone book on his dresser.

Ignoring the light headed-ness of his sudden rising, he walked over there, picking up his damn wand which he threw at the floor, rather close to the piles of book.

He took a seat on the cold morning floor as he flipped the pages open. Of all the books he went through, this was one book he couldn't ignore. The only fact that set it on a whole different status than the other books was the fact that it was in Japanese. It was a rather small book, big enough to fit in the palm of his hands.

The characters were rather small and the book was pretty much tattered and missing some pages, but Kanda couldn't give a cold fuck about that; this was the only book that interested him and he was damned if he couldn't preform even one spell from it.

Of all the spells Kanda have already tried to perform in his room secretly, these current spells from this book that hadn't turned on him. Others were more or less a fucking pain in the ass. One lighting spell actually (and surprisingly enough) bounced off all the mirrors in the room and hit Kanda in the ass.

He growled at the sudden remembrance. Tossing the thought aside, he opened the tattered book.

From the action, a lone paper flew out from it. He casually picked it up. He discovered this torn page a while ago, but paid no special attention to it. There was also the fact that pretty much half of the characters were smudge, and the letters were small as fuck. Kanda could only make out some of it.

"Kimi yaro.. –aishite-.. baka- …"

Idiot? Is that what was written one?

"Idiot?" Kanda looked at the paper and grabbed his wand. Might as well give this spell a try. Again. This would be his fifth try, but hey, now he managed to figure out the last character. Maybe he could wing it.

About an hour after, Kanda was just about ready to throw give up. Again.

He recited the spell from the book. A small change in the room made him aware. Something was happening. Something was really happening! Maybe, just maybe he actually got it now-

Knock knock!

Kanda's eye twitched as Ariko informed him of the intruder.

"Kanda-san." The young ghost informed him, still outside his room. "Dumbledore-sama is here, he wants to know if you would be able to go with them to Hogsmeade. They need one more teacher."

Yeah, one more dumb fucker to babysit. No, fuck no, like hell I'm going to go babysit a bunch of runny nose, good for nothing bunch of brats. Like that fucking Beansprout!

"Are you sure we should do this?" Hermione muttered under her breath as she spotted their DADA professor just a couple of feet away from them. Ok, couple hundred or so feet, but she was sure as hell that man was their professor. He was tall, wearing pretty much all black and dripped with vicious aura. She could tell it was him, there was no way she could mistake anybody else for him. It helped that Hogsmeade didn't have many Asians in town.

The whole gang, which consisted of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom all gave her a look.

"Herms, weren't you the one that suggested this in the first place?"

"I know!" Hermione blushed. "But, but, it's so mean and almost criminal!"

"Hermione, he made Harry and Ron run around the whole school, made Neville do those muggle things where you push yourself up, or whatever they're called and the rest of the Gryffindors sweat and all! He even made my whole class sit on the floor and sit up. I don't even know what those are called but I'm sure as hell that those things are absolutely savage-like!" Ginny growled. Alright, so the thing Kanda said earlier was a lie. Somewhat.

The rest of the students were quick to learn not to question Kanda while the stubborn Gryffindors chose the latter, hence the physically tiring punishments. So Kanda more or less lied. Anyway…

"I know!" The curly haired girl half whispered, half muttered under her breath. "But I mean come on!" She looked around to check no one was listening to them. No one. The Three Broomstick was definitely a place to talk, everybody else is usually too busy to notice anybody else. "Don't you think drugging him and stealing his wand and replacing it with a fake then sending a bunch of boggarts a little too much?"

Ron reached over the table and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Herms, think of it this way, imagine that man is bloody Lockhart. Then how would you feel now? And the boggarts aren't coming in until tomorrow, when we have his class. That way we can make sure he's safe if anything happens." He looked over at Harry, hoping he'll get in and try to convince Hermione from backing out.

"And besides Hermione, you were the one who came up with it!"

"I know, but still-"

"Guys, shut it, he's here!" Ginny signaled them over.

She saw his walked in with a girl. Good, phase one was done. Judy Bloom, a young Gryffindor was more than happy to help with the plan for she was out for revenge after said professor made her do jumping jacks. Besides, her part was easy, just get him to go inside the Three Broomsticks. Not a second later of going in, young Judy Bloom excused herself saying something along the line of 'I found my boyfriend, thank you for helping me look for him!'

A rather grumpy Asian man looked as if he was ready to bolt. Ginny immediately took action. "Oh, Professor Kanda!" Her voice barely made it too him, the multitude of sound was all over the room.

She saw him walk towards the door. Maybe he didn't hear her. Again she called for him. "PROFESSOR KANDA!"

Kanda groaned in annoyance as he felt the girl come close to him. It was bad enough that some brat already dragged him around earlier to look for her stupid boyfriend, now more brats wanted to hang with him. Fuck!

He was almost at the door! Goddamn his luck! His motherfucking luck was just as bad as these brats.

He turned around as he felt a tug at his shirt. "Hm?" He somewhat growled. He needed to calm down, he felt something itching to be released from his head and get out from his pants. Hey, I heard that giggle you pervert; he didn't mean it like that!

The ginger girl flinched slightly as he stare her down. 'You have my attention brat, now get your grubby hands off my fucking shirt!'

On the other mind, Ginny was rather torn. She really disliked the man in front of her but, but still. 'He is really handsome! Why did he have to be such a prick?' She groaned inwardly.

"Ms.."

"Oh! Professor Kanda! I didn't think you'd be here." She half faked a smile.

"Well I am." It came off as somewhat ignorant and snotty. Just a bit. According to Kanda, it was more short and sweet.

Ginny inwardly snorted. What good is to be so good looking if he's such a prick! Argh! "Well professor, since this is your first time here, me and my friends would love to treat you to some butterbeer!" She threw him a very seductive smile. Honestly, to Kanda, it looked more like a pedo-smile, but he kept that to himself.

Quite parch, Kanda decided to take the offer. His head was woozy from the 'sushi' the elves brought him. He wasn't his usual mean self. The moment he agreed, Kanda regretted it. He immediately saw the rest of the Gryffindors. Was it too late to run?

"Hello Professor." They were all within arms reached. They could probably jump and grab him. Fuck.

"Mm." He nodded, a gesture similar to acknowledging the person.

"How are …. Want some?... Beer…." Kanda was beginning to suspect the food the elves gave him; his head was way to tipsy right now. Not sure as to what they said and somewhat of a dazed, Kanda found himself seated between the two girls of the group. Shit, he can't escape. Well he could, but it'd be way harder. Well…. Way harder to escape unnoticed at least.

It happened way too quickly for little Neville. He was out for blood, that he was. But, now that Hermione did mention it, it did seem a bit mean.

However, all that thinking was too late. Somehow, Ginny managed to sit the cold professor between her and Hermione, trapping him. He couldn't escape and both girls have a chance to steal his wand, just as long as one of them could entice him enough.

If they could distract him long enough, they might be able to sprinkle the mixture George and Fred gave them. According to them, the 'medicine' will swiftly put the user in a rather droopy state, somewhat sleepy and slow.

He gulped silently, which he was sure wouldn't have worked because his heart was beating so loud he was sure his professor could hear it easily. He watched in an almost slow motion effect as Ginny flirted with the professor and Hermione slipped the drug-ahem, medicine into the newly arrived butterbeer.

He felt sweat in his hands, his own cup of butterbeer started to slip slightly.

Within seconds, it was done. And another second in, the young professor was practically chugging the refreshing cup of butterbeer.

Neville could only stare in awe as the teacher drank the last bits of the liquid up.

The drug worked pretty well since even Neville could see that the moment he took his lips off the cup, Kanda was swaying slightly.

He blushed when he noticed Ginny's hand crawling on their professor's leg, Hermione's hand creep at his back pockets, desperate to quickly replace the wand. After a minute (which honestly felt like forever in Neville's opinion) the deed was done.

Not a second after that, the older man was blinking rapidly with a dazed look in his eyes.

Kanda wasn't quite sure as to what happen, but all of a sudden his head was worst that before. He felt something crawl up his thigh. A spider?

He felt, he felt.. What did he feel? He couldn't think clearly, his mind was everywhere, he felt sluggish. It was like everything was in slow motion. He saw the children smiling and laughing. Alright, he had to admit, that was pretty damn annoying. What made it worst was that his head was hurting like hell. It was like this morning, except worst.

Fuck.

He didn't like these kids one bit. They're annoying, loud-mouth, get-on-your-nerves-all-day kind of kids. There was a strange buzzing in his head. Staying up all night for a couple of days was starting to seem like a bad idea. Damn these wizard and their weird ass spells.

How long was he here already? Goddamn, he felt wasted. Well, actually, truth to be told, Kanda never got drunk in his life. (It helped that he never even had a whiff of alcohol in his entire twenty years of life.)

He remained there, silently, hoping his failed glare would scare them away. It didn't do much as he looked half asleep. (Ah so fucking adorable, yet so hateful, the girls were torn.)

It's been a while now. Kanda forced himself to stay awake. It was like that feeling when you want to shut your eyes but you can't sleep no matter what.

All that changed in a matter of milliseconds.

A sudden force passed through him. He immediately recognized it. His head cleared enough for now.

A scream drew onlooker to look the same way he was, proving his instincts \ true.

Under his woozy breathe, he 'tch'ed'.

"Akuma."

And that ladies and gents is the last of today's chapter! I hope you enjoyed it.

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