Do these chapter seem Oh Dee majo short to anyone? I keep thinking it's gonna be long, but I upload it and it looks like so little. It looks like a lot more because the WordPad only takes up the middle of the screen, is seven inches wide and is vertical. Sigh. I hope this turns out to be enough. :( Here we go!

"Really? You mean it?"

After much coercing and pestering and kissing, Link had convinced Ghirahim to take the job as the science teacher in his school. That meant he would get to see Ghirahim every day! They were sitting in Gaepora's office, and Horwell had loaned Ghirahim some teacher-looking clothes. Ghirahim hated them- a plain blue shirt and tan pants like Link's- but put them on. His jumpsuit needed washed, anyway.

Ghirahim slowly nodded his head as Gaepora thrusted a key at him. "This is the key to your classroom. The day starts at eight and gets out at three, so make sure you've got something for the kids to talk about. You'll eat lunch with the kids and I'm sure we can use Owlan's office for you."

Gaepora was so giddy at the thought of not having to teach science himself that he did not notice the look of discontent on Ghirahim's face. Getting up early and giving his attention to kids who were not Link did not appeal to him at all, but at least he would have a way to stay busy.

"Thanks," Ghirahim mumbled sourly. He stood up to find Link in the hall, who was patiently leaning against the door frame, talking to Peatrice. She normally would not be found in the hall this early- she had an early shift at the Item Check- but her father had let her come because she had no customers. Link was her only customer.

"... and you're really smart and so handsome and-" Peatrice stopped speaking as she saw Ghirahim close Gaepora's door behind him. She smiled a little then turned to skitter away, intimidated by Ghirahim. Link turned toward him. "How'd it go?"

Ghirahim held up his keys as an answer. Link smiled and said, "Great! You got it!" They walked down the stairs and toward the classroom in silence as Ghirahim readjusted the hem of his itchy shirt, and then Link asked, "So... what are we going to do today?" Ghirahim shrugged and flipped his hair, looking distastefully toward the classroom. "If it was up to me we wouldn't be doing anything." Link raised an eyebrow. "It is up to you."

Ghirahim stared at him for a moment, his white lips pulling up into a smile. "You're right! Link, I hope you don't like science!" He made sure nobody was looking, which they weren't, and kissed Link's mouth, then ran into the classroom. He plopped himself down in the chair behind the crude wooden desk, propped his feet up on the desk, and tipped his head back.

Link chuckled and went to his room to go get his books, then returned to the room where some students already sat. Link arranged his papers, something he normally didn't bother doing, and waited for the bell to ring. It did, and Peatrice came in and sat down beside Link, looking shyly toward him. He gave her a small smile, and then looked forward to see what Ghirahim was going to do.

"Never thought I'd need a job..." Ghirahim mumbled. He used his index finger to move his hair slightly out of his face, but it fell back into place anyway. He tried to smile politely and then said, "Hello, class. You can call me Lord Ghirahim." Link glared and Ghirahim corrected himself. "Fine," he said, exasperated, "Mr. Ghirahim." He continued, "Anyway, I'm your new science teacher, since the Kikwi-obsessed one went to the surface. If you want to go down there and learn from him, be my guest. Until then, stay up here and learn nothing!" Ghirahim spread his arms wide and laughed, and the kids all stood up and threw their books and papers in the air. Ghirahim laughed again triumphantly and fell back in his chair while Link groaned. He let his head fall forward onto his folded arms as the stray papers rained down around him. "Link?" Peatrice asked, putting a light hand on his head. "Link?"

Link put his head up, worked hard to give Peatrice a reassuring smile, then walked to the front of the room where Ghirahim sat, smiling up at him. "Yes, Link?" Ghirahim said. Link frowned and sighed tiredly, "You're supposed to be teaching, Mr. Ghirahim." Ghirahim laughed, "Look at you, calling me my proper name!" Link sighed again. "I'm serious. I don't want you to get in trouble for making everyone dumb."

Ghirahim threw his hands up and stood out of his chair. "Fine!" he yelled. He cast a playful glare at Link and whined, "You never let me have any fun." As Link was walking back to his seat, he mouthed, "Be serious." Ghirahim nodded once, folding his hands. "Class!" he yelled. Everyone stopped their cheering and high-fiving to look his way. He pointed a finger down, indicating he wanted them to sit, which sparked a simultaneous groan. "I was just kidding- I just wanted to make sure you were awake." It seemed like most of the kids had fallen asleep, judging by the silence in the room. Link sat up, satisfied, ready to listen. Ghirahim walked around and perched on the front of his desk. He studied the class, then said, "How many of you know what surface tension is?" The class groaned again, and Link was tempted to, thinking this would be a boring lesson. How wrong they were.

Ghirahim held up one hand. "Now, wait, wait." He stood up and waited for the class to do the same. Link was confused as Ghirahim started to walk out of the room, motioning for the kids to make a line and follow. Groose, as usual, was in the front of the line because he felt he was the most important. No one had the patience to argue. Ghirahim spoke as he led the class through the halls. Walking somewhat sideways so he could still talk to the class and see, he explained, "Surface tension is the elasticlike force existing in the surface of a body, especially a liquid."

The class came to the doors and Ghirahim opened it, and they all went through. Link, who brought up the rear of the line, gave a questioning galnce at Ghirahim, who answered with a smirk. As he walked the class through the yard and down the steps to the center of the town, Ghirahim continued, "That force tends to minimize the area of the surface, and that is caused by asymmetries in the intermolecular forces between surface molecules."

Ghirahim stopped the the edge of the small river that flowed through the town. He faced the class and waited for them to process everything he'd just said. Link was still trying to figure out what 'intermolecular' meant when Ghirahim grabbed the shoulder of Groose's shirt and heaved him face-first into the stream. He crashed straight under and stayed submerged a moment before coming up, roaring. The class stood still in horror, mouths wide open, as Ghirahim said, "That is not surface tension."

The class bursted into laughter and started jumping in behind Groose, who was screaming about his hair. Link walked up to Ghirahim and smiled. "That was fun." Ghirahim shrugged. "When I wasn't running errands for Demise, I read some." Link smiled again, and grabbed Ghirahim's sleeve. Before Ghirahim could say the word "hair", Link had pulled him into the river behind him, splashing with the rest of the class. Ghirahim came up, enraged, trying to fix his hair. Link laughed at him and eventually Ghirahim started laughing back, and then Strich came over. He was cupping something in his hand. "What've you got there?" Link asked.

Strich opened one hand and quickly grabbed the bug around its midsection, then held it up so they could see it. He held a water bug. He quietly said, "It's a water bug of the family Belostomatidae. It walks on the water using surface tension." Ghirahim called for the class to come around and see. When they'd formed a soaking-wet circle around the three, Strich leaned forward and placed the bug on the water, laughing as it skipped around. Strich motioned for them to lean forward, and they did. "See those circles around its feet?" he asked. The kids nodded. "That's a a water molecule that's he's moving on." The class nodded and praised Strich for his knowledge, then attacked Ghirahim. As he struggled to keep his head above water, legs and arms wrapped around him, the kids yelled and cheered.

"You're the best, Mr. Ghirahim!"

"So cool!"

"We love you!"

Link jumped on his front and wrapped his legs around Ghirahim's waist, which Ghirahim didn't mind at all.

Good? Bad? Let me know what you thought! I'm home from school today (I got a surgery on my foot done yesterday, just a small one- no gym for a week!) and am supposed to be napping, but I had to do this. I got thinking about it, and decided that this story will have no more than 12 chapters. Will that be enough? I mean, if you guys really want it to be more than that, I'll try, but the most I can see is 12 and maybe and epilogue. Review and let me know what you thought about everything! Now, I have to go do some dumb eighth grade Algebra. I hate school :/ Review, lovies!

~Paige