First Day

"Ugh, damn." A man growled as he sat at his desk, his face buried in his hands. He was Naraku Saitou, brand new teacher at a high school. He had looked over his schedule, realizing that out of five classes, he four classes with freshmen. He only had one class, his third hour, with seniors.

"Haha, oh man, did you see his dumb ass when he woke up the next morning! He looked retarded!" a boy shouted as he walked in the room with two of his friends.

"Watch your language, please." Naraku called out, finally looking up from his grief. He saw a tall, lean boy with long, silky black hair and grayish-brown eyes. He scowled at Naraku, but he sat down at a desk, clamping his mouth shut.

'I know I've met him somewhere and I'm getting the feeling that I won't like him.' Naraku thought as more kids poured into his room, most of them looking scared out of their minds. The new teacher smirked; at least their frightened faces could bring him some joy. He waited for the final bell to ring, the last of the students pouring into the classroom. Then, it was time for the Pledge. Everyone but the boy with black hair stood, and Naraku was fine with that, it was America. After the pledge, he walked to the front of the classroom, flipping his own wavy, black hair behind him. He saw a few girls smile and blush.

"I am Mr. Saitou, you will call me that forever." He began.

"What if we're out of high school and are both adults?" the boy with black hair asked with a cruel smirk. Naraku returned the smile.

"You will call me Mr. Saitou. Now, you are in Advanced English, so I expect you to be somewhat mature and responsible," Naraku spoke, stopping when he heard the boy snort. Great. He just had to have an asshole in his class in first hour on the first day.

"Anyway, it's the first day, and I'm not going to assign anything or hand out books. I know you guys will think this is lame, but let's just go around the classroom, say your name and tell us something about yourself." He finished.

"Lame." The boy snickered. Naraku felt his eye twitch, but he brushed it off as an answer to this test from God.

"I'm Ashley and I play basketball." A girl said. She was tall, slim and her dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She had on a simple blue T-shirt and jeans with flip-flops.

"I'm Jimmy and I play football." A boy said. He wasn't huge, but he was tall with muscles in a jersey and shorts. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. Naraku lost interest in listening as each kid took his or her turns. It finally reached the boy with black hair. Naraku sighed, wondering what smart-ass remark he had for the new teacher.

"I'm Inuyasha, I'm from Japan and I like moms." The boy said, getting the whole class to laugh. Naraku just cocked an eyebrow as he felt the air slowly leave his chest. He had to deal with this douche bag for twelve weeks, possibly the whole school year, depending on the schedule.

"You like moms?" Naraku finally asked, crossing his arms.

"Yep, I really like yours too." Inuyasha remarked. Naraku smirked arrogantly as he turned around.

"I had no clue that you liked cuddling with corpses." Naraku remarked, sitting down at his desk to take attendance and make a seating chart. The class went dead silent as they wondered what to do. Naraku decided to let them sit where they please, having a gut feeling that he shouldn't, but he was having a lazy day. It was only the first day and he was ready for it to be over with.

His second hour, a regular English class, turned out to be more mature and quieter than his first hour, which surprised him, he expected it to be the complete opposite. He had a lot of laid back kids in his second hour, considering they were freshmen, which made the new teacher wonder…what are the seniors like?

"Dear God," Naraku moaned as he sat at his desk, seeing the first seniors walk in. Three guys, taller and bigger than he was, laughing and joking, walked in as they sat down in the back. One turned around, his hair buzzed cut off and he was wearing glasses, staring at Naraku, who stared back silently.

"Hahaha, you look happy! First day?" the guy asked, his voice really deep.

"Yes." Naraku replied with a smile.

"Niiiiiice. I always love having a brand new teacher…easy to sway." The boy laughed. Naraku cocked an eyebrow, acknowledging the challenge.

"Oh? You think that because I'm new that I'm easy to sway?"

"Haha, yeh."

"Yeh."

"Yeh." The three boys replied with smiles, wide and malicious. Naraku looked up as another group of seniors walked in. He just about shat himself. The girl that walked in, she was tall, had lean muscles, but her hair was a deep red with gold on the tips of her hair, which was parted to the side and looked shaggy and long. She had a black Motley Crue T-shirt on, black jeans, studded belt and black Chucks on her feet. Even more frightening to him, she had a snakebite piercing on her bottom lip, the rings hugging her lip tightly, not loosely like Naraku usually saw. She actually made them look good.

"Ahaha, dude, Jordan, what's that?" a boy asked, pointing to her shirt.

"You mean this?" she asked, flicking his nose. The boy groaned as they sat down next to Naraku's desk, making him frown. When do students want to sit next to the teacher?

"Hah, I heard that we had a new teacher for Sociology. Name?" the girl, Jordan, asked curiously, smiling widely. Naraku blinked. Her eyes were a brilliant leafy green color, matching her hair perfectly.

"Mr. Saitou." He replied simply as a few more students walked in, conversing with one another.

"Cool, cool, Japanese huh?" she asked, making Naraku blink plainly once more. He thought that she was some drugged up rock groupie, but she was starting to sound smarter.

"Yes…how did you know? Most people guess Chinese." He stated with a chuckle.

"I know my Asians. Hey, can I ask you a favor?" she asked, pulling a paper out from her folder.

"Sure."

"I'm only going to school for one trimester this year and I only need one credit, so all of my classes are lame, and my fifth hour is the lamest, so, can I be your student helper instead?"

"Are you serious?" Naraku asked with slight disbelief.

"Leave it to Jordan to scare teachers." The boy she walked in with snickered to her other friends. Jordan nodded, smiling widely.

'She could sell me anything with that smile. What the hell, I guess so…or maybe,' Naraku trailed off, his evil thoughts churning.

"What about first hour instead?" Naraku asked curiously. Jordan shrugged.

"I don't mind. What? Do you have some douche bag freshmen you need me to take care of?" she asked. Naraku froze. She got him.

"Hahaha! Don't worry, I won't tell. I need you to sign this paper though, for whatever hour." She said, handing him the paper. Naraku signed it quickly and handed it back to her, standing up to walk to the front of the class. Naraku looked around and saw three major cliques. On his far right, the preps, girls and guys, dressed in Hollister or whatever. In the middle-back, the athletes, football, basketball, etc. And on his far left, the rockers.

"My name is Mr. Saitou and,"

"Ooh, are you Chinese or something?" a girl from the far right asked, flipping her beautiful blonde hair behind her, licking her lips as she stared at Naraku, who just remembered that they were eighteen or going to be eighteen. He heard Jordan giggle at the 'Chinese' statement.

"Uh, no, I'm Japanese." Naraku replied kindly, frowning as she winked at him.

"Hey, no hitting on the teacher on his first day, it's distracting him." Jordan's guy friend called from across the room. The blonde girl rolled her eyes as she and her friends made crude comments, to which, the rockers made their own comments.

"Anyway, this is Sociology, we discuss society and how people socialize, take note on that those words began with the same four letters." Naraku commented.

"Oooh, letters." Jordan and her friend repeated with fake interest.

"I assume that we have D lunch, the last one of day?" he asked.

"Yeah." The class responded.

"So, do whatever, I'll pass books out tomorrow." Naraku yawned, going back to his desk.

"Geez, it's the first day and you're already lazy?" the big kid with glasses asked.

"You want homework?" Naraku asked, holding up a stack of papers.

"Nah, I'm fine." The kid replied. Naraku opened his book and began reading it, listening to the droning of everyone's voices.

"So, Jordan, you're not on the dance team this year?" her friend asked with surprise.

"No, I am, I just may have to come one more trimester to stay on." She replied.

"Are you going to?"

"I don't know, I love dancing, but I hate this school more."

"Haha, I know right."

"Levi, right?" Naraku asked Jordan's friend, who frowned.

"How did you know?" the kid asked curiously. Naraku held up the attendance paper.

"I have my ways." He replied with a smile.

"Ah, well, you be good at it then." Levi replied, shaking his mane of hair out of his face. He had glacier blue eyes and light brown hair. He was wearing an AC/DC shirt with dark blue jeans and black tennis shoes. His smile was just as enticing as Jordan's was. Perfect, white, filled with joy.

"Hey, Mr. S, can I go to the restroom?" the big kid asked.

"What's your name?" Naraku asked, scanning the list.

"Josh." He replied.

"Oh, I thought you were Zach. I guess I can't always be right. Take the pass." Naraku replied. Josh nodded as he grabbed the pass from his desk and walked into the hallway.

"Whatever you do, don't forget to wash." Levi called after him.

"Hahaha, man, shut up!" Josh yelled back.

"Lame." Jordan growled, placing her cell phone back in her pocket. Naraku stared at her with a smile.

"I'm right here, Jordan." He pointed out. Jordan waved at him casually.

"Oh, hi." She laughed.

"God, I'm bored." Another kid moaned from Jordan's group. He had short black hair, nicely groomed kid. He wore a Rolling Stones T-shirt and blue jeans with white running shoes, nothing severe.

"I think God knows who you are, Skipper." Jordan remarked.

"I think someone wants to get smacked." The boy replied.

"I think someone is gay." Jordan said back.

"It was one time." The kid laughed kiddingly.

"So, you guys are friends right?" Naraku asked the three students. They nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes!" Levi chirped.

"I'd really hate to see the way you treat your enemies."

"I don't have any." Jordan laughed, glancing over at the blonde girl across the room, who glared back at her. Naraku groaned and leaned forward, motioning for Jordan to lean over to him.

"Please tell me that you are mature enough to," he began.

"Respect other's opinions?" she asked.

"I swear, it's like you can read minds or something." Naraku commented slyly. Jordan smirked arrogantly.

"Maybe I can." She retorted.

"Or maybe she's had this speech twenty times today." Levi said. Jordan hit his arm harshly.

"Shut up, Levi." She ordered. Naraku looked over at the third kid, who looked back uncertainly.

"Wha…what?" he asked.

"Name?" Naraku asked.

"Oh, uh, Nick." He said.

"Dick." Jordan and Levi murmured under their breaths.

"Hey, watch your,"

"We said "Nick!" I swear." Levi cut Naraku off before he even finished.

"Sure you did." Naraku growled back.

"Detention!" the blonde shouted from across the room.

"Uh, no." Levi snapped at her.

"Even Holy Water won't clean you off, Creech." Jordan said.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" the girl asked angrily.

"I'm pretty sure that I just called you Creech." Jordan replied candidly.

"Calm down." Naraku chanted with boredom. He had reopened his book and began reading again.

"Mr. Saitou, you should keep a better eye on your students. I just found this one roaming around the school aimlessly." A cold voice shot from the doorway.

"Chill out, it's not like I'm smoking crack." Josh huffed.

"He said he was using the restroom. What? Do you want me to take him by hand and stand there and watch?" Naraku retorted without looking up. He felt the room go dead silent and cold.

"I'm pretty sure you just smarted off to your boss." Jordan whispered to him. Naraku looked up from his book quickly, his mouth wide open with shock. Yes indeed, there stood his boss. A tall man, broad shoulders, long white hair, cold amber eyes. He was the whole scary, but good-looking package.

"Uhh…crap. Mr. Taishou, I'm sorry." Naraku finally said. The man smirked as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"I'll let you go, this time." He said softly.

"Why? Give him a detention." Jordan chirped with a smile. The man looked at her, giving his first true smile of the day.

"You keep up that mouth of yours and I'll give you the detention." He replied sharply.

"Ooooh, is that an invitation?" Jordan asked, winking at him. The man gave her a slight, playful scowl before pointing at her.

"Watch yourself." He commented as he left the room.

"Haha, player!" Jordan called after him.

"I can't believe I said that." Naraku moaned in his hands.

"I can't believe you're still alive." Levi joked.

"Eh, he's heard worse, trust me. I talk to him all the time." Jordan commented with a laugh. Naraku looked up at Josh and frowned.

"Haha, yes?" Josh asked as his friends snickered.

"Next time, I will watch you walk to the bathroom and back, even if that means stopping class, which I know will depress the rest of you, but blame Josh." Naraku said with slight sarcasm.

"Thanks Josh, love ya!" Nick laughed. Josh nodded at him with a smirk. Naraku groaned. The seniors were insanely smart, ganging up on him like that.

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Later on that day, Naraku yawned as he unlocked the door to his nice, suburban house. Yes, teachers didn't get paid much, which is why Naraku had another job that required him to work one day a week for thousands of dollars. What did he do? Anything and everything, computers, editing, spying, if you had the money, he would do it.

"Really?" he growled as he sat down and as he did, his house phone rang. He stood up and answered it.

"Hello?" he said exasperatingly.

"You sound tired, Bro." a woman's voice chirped with disinterest. Naraku frowned.

"What do you want, Kagura?" he snapped quickly. His twin sister, Kagura, had been nothing but a bother his entire life. She would get him in trouble, steal his money, then ask politely for more, then steal whatever was left. She was a dirty theft in his mind and nothing more.

"You're always expecting me to ask you for something."

"Because you always ask me for something."

"Would you rather me call you and make small talk?"

"I would rather you not call me at all."

"You're so cruel. Anyway, I need a hundred dollars, do you have at least half of that?"

"Did you know that if you stand on the corner at night in skimpy outfits, you could make five hundred in one fling?" Naraku said to her while grabbing a bottle of water from his fridge and closing the fridge. He balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear, taking a drink of water. He was quickly becoming tired of his sister's voice.

"Ugh, you're never any help."

"Touché, Little Sister."

"I've helped you plenty of times!"

"Name me one."

"No! I'll just find someone who really cares about me to give me money!"

"A Sugar Daddy?"

"Fuck you." She hung up with those words still ringing in his head. Naraku walked from his kitchen and into his living room, smiling to himself. He enjoyed denying her. He sat down on his couch, turning his TV on. Tomorrow was going to be busy.

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"Good morning, Mr. Saitou." A familiar voice chirped. Naraku turned away from his computer, seeing Jordan as she walked in. Crazy red, shaggy hair with gold tips, red lip rings hugging her lip tightly, green eyes, and a big smile, the same as yesterday.

"Good morning." Naraku replied as he pointed to a chair next to him.

"Awww, you have a seat ready for me and everything. Cute." She giggled as she sat down, spinning wildly in the chair.

"Don't break anything." Naraku murmured as he continued reading an article online.

"The Shinning. I love this book." Jordan said, opening it and scanning a few lines.

"You've read it?"

"Uh huh, and I've seen the movie. Stephen King is one of my favorite authors."

"Really now? He's mine too."

"Do you like any Japanese authors?"

"Eh, I read different ones, none are really my favorite."

"Were you born in Japan?"

"No, but I've been there a few times. Since I was born in America, that means I could become the President one day."

"Haha, you've got my vote." She retorted as a few kids walked in, sitting down nervously. Naraku rolled his chair over to Jordan, but he pushed too hard, knocking into her abruptly.

"Ahh, nice." Jordan said, repositioning herself away from him.

"Sorry about that." Naraku said, opening his grade book. Jordan leaned over his shoulder and looked down the list.

"Oh yeah, all fresh meat, I mean, freshmen, right?" she said loudly while looking over at the ten freshmen, who turned and looked at her with slight worry. Naraku elbowed her slightly.

"Stop that." He whispered.

"Why yes, Mr. Saitou, I do enjoy the hunt! What about you?" she continued loudly. The younger teens then looked at one another, nervously turning around in their seats.

"She's just teasing you. Don't mind her." Naraku said out loud.

A few minutes later, Naraku was back on his computer, scrolling down the screen. Jordan watched as a boy walked over her way, silky black hair waving behind him.

"Who are you?" he asked her harshly. Naraku heard him, but didn't turn around, interested in how Jordan would deal with him.

"Student helper…not for you, for him." Jordan replied, nodding towards Naraku. The boy sneered at the teacher.

"And why did he ask you?"

"Because…I have big boobs and I'm legal." She replied candidly. The class giggled lively, looking at Naraku, who turned his head, frowning at Jordan, who waved back at him.

"They aren't that big." Inuyasha replied.

"Bigger than your girlfriend's, that's for sure. Her name is Kagome, right? Yeah, her cousin, Kikyo, she's on the dance team with me, Fresh Meat."

"Uh, too bad, you've,"

"But now you're dating both Kikyo and Kagome, neither of them know about it, but I do, because I have eyes and ears everywhere, and how much do you want to bet that those two have a friend in here listening to this?"

"Uhh, uhhh, dddd…don't you dare," he stuttered.

"Dare what, Fresh Meat?"

"Don't say anything else!"

"Dude, go sit your corny ass down, you fake player wannabe. You're nothing but a trick." Jordan growled.

"Mr. Saitou, she cussed!" Inuyasha called. Naraku was back to scrolling down his computer screen.

"I didn't hear her." He replied uninterestingly. He lied, he definitely did, but the way she was handling this was genius, he wasn't going to stop her. Inuyasha almost foamed at the mouth as he turned around, walking back to his seat.

"Bullshit." He murmured quietly.

"Stop cussing." Naraku called out, making Inuyasha burn even more. Naraku finished taking attendance as he turned around.

"Jordan, you can hand out the books." He said as she stood up, grabbing a huge stack of books and lifting them easily. Naraku felt his eyebrows rise. The books were at least two inches thick.

"Here's yours, and here's yours, there you go, here's yours, Trick, and here is yours," Jordan said as she handed a book to each student. Naraku chuckled; she looked like she was enjoying doing such a simple task. After she finished handing them out, she sat back down next to the teacher, who was calling out names and getting book numbers.

"What if we lose our books?" Inuyasha asked with a smirk.

"I'll find it and beat you in the head with it." Jordan remarked quickly.

"Jordan, be nice. If you lose your book, you'll pay for it, not me. It's no sweat off my back." Naraku replied as he looked over at Jordan, who was dancing while sitting. She stopped and laughed when she noticed the teacher staring at her.

"Haha, sorry." She said.

"Alright everyone, open your books to page thirty." He announced loudly, getting moans and grumpy replies. He chuckled evilly to himself as he walked to the front of the class. This wasn't his first rodeo, as his class was about to find out.