A.N. Thank-you to everyone who read, reviewed, favorite'd, and/or followed this story! I'm really pleased that people are enjoying it! As always, I'll keep these notes short and get onto the next chapter: Sloth!

Yukio cleared his throat quite audibly before speaking. "I'm quite happy with the results of the previous test," he announced. "You all did exceptionally well." A wad of paper suddenly bounced off his forehead, but he remained as petrified as a statue under the lasting effects of what Shiemi had done to him.

The perpetrator of the action—his brother—stared at him with scornful, narrowed eyes. "Is that right?"

Yukio remained unspeaking, his face heating up again.

Tensions were high between the two brothers, Suguro had concluded, and although he was rather content with watching how bashful Shiemi was acting as a result of that and what she had done while possessed by Greed, as well as how annoyed Izumo looked with her cheek in her palm and other hand's index finger tapping her desk in annoyance at the whole display, he wanted to move things along. "What's next?"

Yukio still remained silent.

Rin threw another wad of paper at his brother, scoring a direct hit at the bridge of the nose. "He doesn't know," he answered with contempt in his brother's stead. "He's too busy undressing Sh—"

Yukio suddenly lifted and slammed The Divine Comedy onto his desk with haste. "Sloth is next!"

"That hardly sounds fun," Suguro mumbled beneath his breath. "Sounds good," he said aloud.

"Yes," the teacher agreed while pricking his thumb with the needle. "This one should be simple and very docile." His blood touched the page and the test began.

As he had predicted, the test was incredibly docile. He could tell two of his students were already possessed, but he hardly cared about that, for his mind was currently stuck on a blonde maiden of the earth. Her pink yukata that wrapped around her body, her bobcut blonde hair, her gorgeous green eyes that he swore put emeralds to shame—and how could he forget her voluptuous body? He shivered at the thought as he absentmindedly turned pages in The Divine Comedy; the shudder made his finger slide the wrong way against the edge of a page. A paper cut had formed on his index finger.

It wasn't enough to distract him from his daydream though. He wanted to chastise himself for thinking such sinful thoughts towards the blonde maiden. He was a respectable man, one who shouldn't think such immoral things of anyone, no less a student! A shockwave broke him from his daydream. Confused, he let his eyes actually analyze the page in front of him instead of just blankly staring through it. "Oh. Crap."

From the page resonated a deafening boom and force of equal proportion that flung the teacher from his seat and into the chalkboard behind him. He lifted his head slowly, the back of it having suffered the brunt of the impact and consequently causing him to be delirious with blurred vision. One, two, three heavy blinks later, his vision had come back fully and the sight before him threw him into a panic.

Konekomaru was pinned against one wall of the classroom by a thick wooden appendage. In the back corner of the room, Izumo was trapped beneath another heavy wooden appendage. On the floor lay an unconscious Shiemi while in the seat to her right was Rin and in the seat to her left was Shima. It wasn't until Yukio looked up that he located an angry Suguro plastered to the ceiling by the largest of all the wooden appendages; upon further inspection that wooden appendage was actually revealed to be the body of a demon.

It finally all came back to Yukio: he had inadvertently summoned a demon. By the looks of it, it wasn't a low-class one either. Of course all he had to do was tear up the page and everything would be fine. Pushing himself up from the ground, he stumbled over to his desk, bracing himself against its top after tripping over what seemed to be a tree root. Shaking his head quickly to regain his thought process, he read the page—or more importantly, a note on the page that someone had scribbled onto it:

'Left this here for safekeeping. If anyone finds it, please do not move it. If you're wondering what it is, it is an Ent summoning sheet. –Igor Neuhaus'

Yukio saved his planning of the future confrontation with the bothersome Neuhaus for later. His eyes now scanned the page for the summoning insignia that the note had alluded to; he found no such thing. Then it hit him: sheet. He scrambled around his surroundings, feeling, looking, searching for the small square of paper that essentially held his student's lives. Right as he touched it, a wooden appendage shot out and pushed him into the chalkboard once more; branches shot out of the bark and made a sort of net around his limbs, effectively immobilizing him. It was beyond his reach now, but…"Rin, Shima!"

The two boys gave drawn sighs before passively glancing at their teacher. Shima took the oh-so-excruciating initiative to speak. "What is it, man?"

"The paper!" Yukio informed. "It's there, on the ground! Hurry and tear it up!"

Shima let his head fall forward onto his desk. "No way, too much effort. Rin, you do it."

Rin was in the middle of dozing off, his response slurred. "Wha? No shyou do it, Sheema."

Yukio panicked. Konekomaru was turning pale and Izumo looked like she was about to be crushed to death. "You have to hurry, Rin! Shima!" Alas, Yukio's cries were futile.

"Damn it, Rin! Shima!" Suguro was hollering at his classmates from above. His position, while the least painful, was arguably the most uncomfortable, as the prickly branches conformed to his body at all the wrong places. "Listen to Yukio!"

Shima lifted his head with great effort and pokiness. He allowed it to hang back limply so that his lazy eyes could take in Suguro's frustrated visage. "Chill, man," he instructed coolly. "Life's long, there's always time for that later. Just got to ride the waves of relaxation once you catch the drift, you know what I'm sayin', man?"

Suguro shouted an obscenity before turning to Rin. "Rin, wake the hell up! Izumo and Konekomaru are about to die if you don't tear up that paper!" He awaited a response but received nothing but a loud snore. "Shit!"

Suddenly Shima snapped out of it—the effect of Yukio finishing an Aria verse. "What the heck?!" Shima cried in a panic. His hands tugged at his hair and he hastily turned every which way to try and process the situation.

Suguro was yelling again. "The paper! Tear up that frickin' paper!"

Shima leapt into heroic action…

A.N. Oh Shima, Shima, Shima...oh wait, he's actually the hero here! Or is he...? Hope you enjoyed reading this chapter! Halfway through the sins!