• I watched him carefully as he moved across the front of the class room, writing the problem down and than quickly solving it.
    His class mates stared in awe. The students name was Kyouya Ushio. One of my best students, too. He rarely shows up for class, but when he does he always seems to know what we're doing and always out does the other students. He turned around and grined wickedly. "Done."
    I nodded and smirked. "Very good, Ushio."
    He turned and narrowed his eyes at me. "Teach?"
    A normal person would have taken a step back from the tall, large and well built boy, but he was one of my students, so I felt like I should never feel fear against him. "Yes? I preffer to be called 'teacher', but, yes?"
    He smirked. "What do you do after school? Do you have a girlfriend? A wife? A boyfriend? A husband? Or do you have children? A son? A daughter? Did you break up with your wife or significant other? What do you do after school?"
    I blinked. "I... I don't think that's any of your bussiness." I could feel my face getting hot.
    What's his problem!? Getting into peoples personal lives like that is not appropriate!
    My other students gasped and started chattering amongst themselves.
    I turned to them and pointed a slender finger. "No talking! Do your work!" I ordered.
    They jumped and did as I said. I had only called Ushio up here privatly to see if he knew what we were doing, but the students were interested if he knew what we were doing as well.
    Ushio chuckled and leaned into my face. "So I guess your all alone at home then?"
    I jumped and turned to him, stepping back. "No. I have a son. He's in junior high. Why do you care?"
    He grined and leaned even father down.
    Students watched in fear and shock as this went on.
    I glared at Ushio. "Kyouya Ushio! What are you trying to do!?" I shouted trying to push him away, but it didn't work, it just lured him on.
    He was like a shadow demon hanging it's tall head over it's short prey, grining wickedly and his eyes almost hungry.
    I felt a cold wall hit against my shoulder blades and I began to panic.
    What's he going at? What's he trying to do? Is this a prank? Does one of the students have a camera cellphone somewhere? Are they recording this? Are they going to put the video on that youtube website... or was it called tubeyou...?
    He stepped away and chuckled. "I was just wondering. No reason to get so angry, teach." He said grining wickedly and heading to his seat.
    I panted and tried to keep myself from losing it even farther in front of my students.
    They stared blankly.
    I sighed and walked back to my desk. "Right... Finish your work students and then you can talk the rest of the period."
    They began working harder and, hopefully, forgetting what just happened.

    I opened the front door and heard the radio on upstairs. I smiled and walked up to Juko's room.
    "Hey." Juko greeted me.
    I smiled. "Hello, Juko-."
    A boy with short black hair smiled at me, his arm around Juko's neck. "Hello, Mr. Ryuuji."
    I narrowed my eyes at him.
    This boy is one of Juko's friends... So I should try to be nice to him... I should try...
    I put a fake smile on my face and laughed. "It's Mister Gureisu to you, but hello."
    The boys smile didn't faze and neither did the arm around Juko's neck.
    Juko smiled proudly. "Did you want something dad?"
    I shook my head. "No. I just wanted to check on you. I didn't know you had guest over." I say glancing over at the boy, I didn't really care for his name.
    Juko chuckled. "Sorry, papa. I didn't mean to cause trouble. Zakku was locked out of house when we went over so I thought we might as well come over here until his parents get home."
    They went to his house!?
    I swallowed hard and felt my stomach flip, a cold sweat formed on my forehead. "I-I see... I'm sorry about that... Is there anything I can get you boys?" I ask.
    Zakku nodded. "Uh, yes, actually, I didn't get to eat anything today. Could I have something?"
    I smiled, trying not to grin wickedly, like I really wanted to. "What would you like?"
    He shrugged. "I don't care. I'll eat anything."
    I nodded. "Of course. Want anything to drink?"
    Say yes! Say yes!
    He nodded. "Sure."
    Yes!!
    I smiled and walked out of the room, running to the kitchen and grinning. "Stupid boy. Thinking he can come and take my precious little Juko away from me. I wont let anyone hurt him. No father would just stand back and let their son get hurt, right? I wouldn't." I say to myself as I take a cream puff and fill it with a lexitive {The drinking kind}, injecting the puff with a turkey baster, then squirting the lexitive inside it. I chuckled evily and poured a glass of water, then, so carefully measuring out the perfecting amount of cold medican to knock him out by seven tonight.
    I walked back up to the room with the food and the tray and gave it to the boy. I sat down on Juko's bed and tried not to stare as he ate it quickly.
    He swallowed and beamed at me. "Wow! You could really be a woman, Mister Ryuuji!" He said.
    I swallowed, trying not to get frustrated. "It's Mister Gureisu, but thank you." I say as a drop of angry sweat fell from my forehead.
    Joku sighed contently and leaned against his friends chest. "I'm tired."
    My gut flipped.
    Juko!
    The boy jumped up on his feet, holding his stomach.
    I grinned. "Something wrong?"
    He had a pained look on his face as he ran to the door. "I have to go to the bathroom! I'll be right back! I promise!"
    In my head I was laughing and holding a pitch fork while dancing around a circle of fire, but in real life I was frowning and looking worried for him. "I hope he's okay."
    Juko nodded. "Yeah... Maybe he ate something bad." He said smirking looking at the floor.
    The door bell rang suddenly.
    Juko got up. "I'll get it."
    I nodded and let him go. "Thank you."
    He walked away and down the stairs.
    I hope his friend sh*ts his heart out. Or maybe just his kidneys or something... I think glaring at the door. I hope he dies while on the can {toilet}. I hope he falls and breaks his face. I growled in my head.
    Juko came running up the stairs and knocked on the from of the wood door. "There's someone here for you." He said looking rather spooked about something.
    I stood up, "Thank you, Juko."
    How dare someone spook my Juko! I shout in my head as I head down the stairs.
    A tall figure stood in the doorway, casting long shadows.
    I glared at the shadows. "Who is it?"
    "Your son looks nothing like you, teach." Said a demon like voice.
    I stopped on the third to last step, staring at my best student, that never showed up to class. "Ushio? What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?" I ask cocking an eyebrow.
    He shrugged. "I came by since I was in the neighborhood."
    "That doesn't answer any of my questions." I growled.
    He smirked. "You only answered one of mine."
    I didn't say anything.
    "Papa?" Juko chirped nervously from the top of the stairs.
    I turned to him and smiled warmly. "It's fine, Juko. Just a student. Go back to your room. He won't be here for long."
    "Juko, huh? What an odd name... Isn't that a girls name?" Ushio asks with a tease in his tone.
    I glared at Ushio. "It was his mothers choice, the name ment a lot to her."
    Ushio nodded. "I see." He bent down and looked up at Juko.
    Juko gasped and stepped back.
    I narrowed my eyes at Ushio. "What do you really want, Ushio?"
    Ushio seemed to be caught off guard and hesitated before saying, "I just wanted to check up on you."
    I sighed. "Fine. You checked up on me. Now leave."
    He smiled. "Is teach angry?"
    I clentched my fists. "Don't start something like this again."
    He grined. "You get angrier faster at home then you do at school." He said.
    I blinked. "What...?"
    He chuckled. "You show your true colors at home, but at school your just an everyday teacher. Aren't you?"
    I shrugged, forgetting I was mad at him, something in his eyes was confusing me. They were soft and calm and sarcastic now, unlike when he's at school, when he's at school they're demon like, just like his voice is all the time.
    He shut the door behind him, making the room darker. "You know that's not true, teach. You teach differently then the others, why do you think I actually come to your class sometimes?"
    I blinked again. "Huh?"
    "Don't you check your students attendence?" He asked.
    I shook my head.
    He grined. "You really are different then all the other teachers."
    I suddenly got it and glared at him. "You've been skipping all your classes everyday except mine!?"
    {I has to go. I'm tired and my medication has kicked in all the way... so I can barely consintrate... so I'm sorry if their are any spelling mistakes or something in this... I'm being medicated. So yeah...}