A/N: SO here is Renji I hope you think it is funny. The next chapter is going to be Akaya. And that should be up by tonight as well. I don't own PoT

Renji looked at his data and chuckled to himself. He now knew that both Marui and Sanada had been fired from the tour guide position at the local museum. Renji decided that it was his turn to give it a go. He went to the museum after school to pick up an application.

"Hello. I am here to inquire about the job position of a tour guide," he politely asked the receptionist.

"Hopefully you will last longer than the other two if we hire you," she said and handed him an application.

Renji took the application and went to the nearest chair and pulled out a pen from his backpack. The application was easy and he was muttering statistics to himself. He had done a lot of research before coming here and he knew almost all the exhibits by heart. Renji hoped he wouldn't have to shadow someone, he didn't really see the point. He sighed as he flipped to the next page of the application and scribbled all the information down. This was easier than collecting data. He put his pen back in his bag and walked over to the receptionist. She looked up shocked that the child had finished the application so quickly. She took it and looked it over before paging Miyabi to come out.

Miyabi sighed in her office. She really did not want to come out and meet a new tour guide. She supposed though it was part of her job and got up from her desk massaging her temples. She hoped that this one would be better than the last two she had hired. She nearly screamed when she came out and saw another younger boy in a school uniform standing there. However, she went over graciously to the young man and shook his hand. Taking the application from the receptionist she glanced over it her eyes widening at the accomplishments of the young man in front of her.

"I am Matsumoto, Miyabi. Congratulations, you are our newest employee. Please follow me and we will get you the necessary equipment for your job," she stated bluntly.

"Do I have to train with someone?" Reji suddenly, but poitley, asked.

"Yes you do. Why do you ask?"

"Well I have done a lot of research on the museum and I am confident that I will be able to give a tour by myself without any assistance."

"I see. Well, will you at least follow one tour guide around just to see how they interact with the people?"

"Of course. Thank you," Renji bowed and moved out of the room where he met the tour guide he was going to be working with for the first tour.

"Hello I am Minamoto, nice to meet you," the woman in front of Renji greeted.

"Yanagi, Renji. It is a pleasure to meet you and unfortunate that I will only be joining you on one tour."

She looked at him funny but then motioned for him to come with her and they started the first tour. Both introduced themselves and they walked with the group. Minamoto went and gave her usual speech while Renji added in a few comments here and there annoying her to no end.

Once that tour was finished Minamoto turned to Renji and smiled. She really wanted to smack him with the pamphlets she was holding and scream. She knew though that she couldn't lose her job and instead cleared her throat.

"I see that you know very much information about our museum already. Miyabi has told me that you are ready to do your own tour and I think you are, too. I am going to take my lunch now and you can take the next tour. See you in a little while," with that Minamoto walked off to get her lunch and try to forget why she chose to work this job.

Renji headed out to the main entrance of the building. He saw that he had a lrger than average tour group and he was going to need to maintain control.

"Hello everyone I am Yanagi, Renji. Welcome. I think you will enjoy our tour today. There is much to learn and much to see so I think we should head off. Please follow me and do not stray from the path," Renji instructed leading the group away. They followed him ready for they thought would be a pleasant experience. How wrong they were. At first it seemed OK and the facts were interesting. Then it became downright boring and annoying. The tour wasn't a tour it was a lecture.

"Now there is a 98.14% chance that the dinosaur you are seeing here is not even a real dinosaur and a model that was made from the one in Washington D.C. in the United States of America," Renji rambled. He was proud that he knew so much data and that he could provide these people with education. Next they came to the life of Japanese exhibit.

"Can you tell us about those?" a bratty kid with a donut sneered.

"Yes, these are not Japanese. The woman has medium brown hair and a light to complexion while the male has red hair and a very fair pink complexion. There is a 74% chance that these were borrowed from a museum in England and the curator here hoped no one would notice."

"Sir, is anything here actually real?" one woman asked shooting her hand in the air while asking the question.

"There is a chance that the pottery could be real. 25% to be exact and that is not very high. SO to answer your question there is a 93.65652% chance that everything in this museum is a fake," Renji smiled back at the woman. All of a sudden he felt something hit his face. He pulled it off to see that it was the donut that the child had been eating a few moments ago. Renji grimaced at the sticky residue on his face and tried to continue the tour before being interrupted by the woman.

"So you mean to say that I paid ¥300 to get in here and see a bunch of fake stuff?!" the woman nearly shrieked.

"No I said that there was a high percent chance that it is a copy not that they actually are," Renji tried to explain.

The woman kept shrieking insults at him and a few others joined in too upset that they had to waste ¥300 to see fake things. Renji quickly finished his tour and led them out the door. He was going retrieve his next group when he was stopped by a very irate Matsumoto.

"You don't tell the customers there may be a chance that the artifact are fake. Go home and don't come back. You are banished," she hissed wishing it wasn't against the law to hit this kid with a telephone. She ripped the badge of Renji's shirt and it took a piece of the shirt with it. The curator stormed off mumbling something like "is there going to be anyone that is good for the job?" Renji headed home with a torn shirt and torn pride.

A/N: Did you like it? Please review! I know Renji's wasn't super exciting….but neither is Renji ^^