|I am going to say right off that I am not too proud of this chapter... I know there are things I need to work on and I promise I am trying. This chapter is a bit meh, but it's done.

Superiordimwit- thanks for the review. I know the Prologue was quite crappy, maybe I will get to editing it if I feel more motivated and confident? Also, I am working on getting character build up but I guess it is just being slow process. I guess when it comes to pleasing everyone it's hard because I can only manage so much without it affecting my confidence? But I will address all the issues and stuff you had somehow!

So sorry if I disappoint anyone in this chapter or at any other part of this fanfiction. Again, I'm not too good with this and I have issues with confidence sometimes. Which brings me to why submitting this took so long; I've not had any motivation to type a chapter and/or have had a lack of ideas of what to write.

Okay, now I will stop talking and just let you all read this and hopefully like this.

Chapter 3

Yukio enters the classroom for the Cram School class. This was the first class he was going to have taught before and, to be honest, he was quite nervous. He was worried that he wouldn't do as well as his peers expected him to do. The young exorcist just sighed and walked towards his desk.

As he enters, the classroom that had previously been noisy was now quiet. The students, seven in total, stared at him as if they were waiting for Yukio to speak. That only made him more nervous as he took a deep breath.

"Good evening, class, I'm Yukio Okumura and I will be your teacher for this class," Yukio says firmly as he smiled at them all. He notes that Rin was in the back but doesn't say anything as he looks at all of his students.

They all look at him with disbelief. How could someone so young be their teacher? Though twoof them seemed very uninterested, the one whom sat the closest with a puppet covering his hand, and another hidden in the back, Rin.

"Pardon me, but where is our real sensei, aren't you too young to teach," the student with dark purple hair, Izumo, asks, "I mean you look our age…"

One of the three boys in the back, Suguro 'Bon' Ryuji, scoffs How rude of her, acting like that with their sensei. he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"Excuse me, that was just plain rude," Bon mutters and shakes his head at her, "How would you feel if you were disrespected like that?"

Izumo glares at Bon, already purely annoyed by the males attitude. Who did he think he was, talking to her like that?

"Shut up, no one asked for your opinion, skunk head," Izumo snaps and now stands as she continues to glare at him. "Now sit down and let him answer me already."

Yukio rolls his eyes at the young pages and crosses his arms. Oh this was going to be a fun year, NOT. He clears his throat in attempt to get their attention but it didn't seem to work as they both were being quite vocal and loud.

"Oh you're one to talk, no one asked you to be so rude, eyebrows," Bon snaps back and he, too, stands up to mock Izumo's actions. "Now would you just apologize so we can just move on? We are here to learn, not deal with your crap and don't call me skunk head!"

Izumo just laughs at Bon, not even slightly phased by the others words. She rolls her eyes and restsboth of her hands on her thighs. This guy could just as easily piss her off, which wasn't too hard.

"Oooh, you're so scary that I'm shaking in my boots, not," She teases with a smirk, sticking her tongue at him, "Just shut up already!"

In the back, Rin was about to speak up but decided not to. He was too entertained by what was going on. Besides, it would be interesting to see how his twin would react. Judging by the facial expression on the other, it was going to be loud. Probably louder than what they all expected since he looked like the peaceful type. Speaking of...

"Would everyone just be quiet," Yukio shouts as he finally loses his patience with them, he usually didn't handle anyones crap when it involved him, "If this is the way things are going to go with you you will never make it as exorcists. As exorcists, you must cooperate and get along with your comrades. So, you might as well leave if you are going to act like this. I will not tolerate this behavior."

Both of them immediately quiet down as they stare at him with wide eyes. None of them had expected that from someone who looked too kind and soft. He also seemed to quiet but obviously that wasn't the case. However, that didn't mean that they could get along when they so easily annoyed each other. They quickly sit down in their seats as they now gave their full attention to Yukio.

Yukio smiles once more and sits on his desk before he sighs and says, "Thank you, I hope to see this not happen in the future or I won't be as friendly this next time. Now, to answer Ms. Kamiki's question. "You're right about one thing, I am young, your age in fact. However, I started training as an exorcist when I was seven years old. In fact, I just finished the last of my classes not too long ago."

"You may not know this, but I am the current Paladin's son, so I guess I kind of inherited the want to become an exorcist," He continues, frowning a little. "I took over a vacant spot after he retired, satisfied?"

He wasn't going to explain why he had started training as an exorcist, not really wanting to talk about himself too much as he was too much of a private person. The young exorcist didn't want to tell them that he had been able to see demons since he was very young. Neither Shiro nor he knew why or how and they were still trying to figure that one out. In any case, since he was so young, he had been terrifed of what he could see so bad that it made him feel somewhat weak. Who else would protect his dad if it came down to it and it was just the two of them?

Because of that, Shiro offered at the time to train him, so he could become strong. Since then he had been pushing himself very hard, despite the fact that Shiro only wanted to ease him into it. He was too stubborn and prideful for that.

Realizing that he had drifted into space, Yukio shakes his head, regaining focus on the task at hand.

"Woah, that young," the pink haired boy, Shima, says, "Must have been one hell of an awesome, yet scary, childhood.."

After hearing what his twin had to say, Rin was actually interested. Maybe there was more to him than he thought. Of course, he knew why the other could see demons because according to Mephisto, it was him who gave Yukio the temptate at birth. So. what would happen if Yukio managed to piece it together?

|Yay you actually read this to the end, thank you all so much for those that did. Again, all reviews are welcome and I will do my best to oblige. Updates will still be slow and I will actually start working on the next chapter for my other fanfiction. WUV YOU ALL.|