My name is Kagome Higurashi and I am currently in my last year of high school and will be graduating in less than one week. My classes are mostly finished as the seniors spend most of their last few weeks studying for college entrance exams. I have received all of my grades back except one, which were all A's due to my excessive studying habits. I am heading to my last class of the day, History, where I will receive my grade on my term paper based upon the history of the Sengoku Jidai Era from Sixteen Century Japan. The term paper is worth half of my final grade for the entire class so I am pretty excited to see what I got. I start to walk a bit faster as the first bell had just sounded signally one minute until the next class. Finally I turn the corner and head down the long hallway where I enter the classroom. However, instead of being greeted by my three longtime friends Eri, Ayūmi, and Yūka; I am met with a pair of glowing amber eyes.

"Welcome to class Higurashi." Professor Taisho recites per usual with his customary welcome of me as I enter into his class.

"Thank you Professor Taisho." I greet him back considerately with a warm smile.

Every day in Japanese History class with Professor Sesshomaru Taisho is always the exact same. The entire female population fawns and drools over the Professor simply for his godly looks and aloof attitude. 'He is far too old for any of them, that's for sure,' I think to myself wryly. Of course all of the male students have a sort of acrimonious and envious worship of him as they have come to despise him but yet also want to be him. The Professor's presence leads to rather humorous comments from entire student body. The boys all speak about his promiscuity with gorgeous women and how many he can get in a night. Of course the girls only talk about what he looks like under those tailored suits he always wears, how well-endowed he is and what it would be like to actually be with him. I think to myself 'the whole thing is rather laughable because-' but my thoughts are quickly interrupted.

"Rise. Bow. Be seated." Came the deep baritone voice of the Professor as he begins class.

'Ugh… I swear the girl next to me actually just moaned!' I think utterly shocked at how these girls act.

"Honestly, even a simple glance from him and their panties are soaked!" I mutter under my breath with a subdued laugh. Just as the words leave my mouth, Professor Taisho looks directly at me, sparing one long inquiring look as his eyes shine with amusement.

"I will personally come to each student to give his or her grade on the term paper as well as the final grade for the class. You may use this class time as you see fit." Professor Taisho explains as some students look concerned about their final grade whereas many students, all girls of course, are pulling out their makeup to do a quick touch up for their beloved Professor. To have the Professor's undivided attention upon the each girl is a perfect chance to possibly win his affections.

'Well until he comes around to me I guess I'll read my book that I have been trying to finish for over a month now. I keep having a certain annoyance at home and when they're around I am completely kept from doing anything meaningful. However, one annoyance in particular stands far above the rest'. I whined pitifully in my thoughts of my home life and all those annoyances.

Finally, close to the end of the class, Professor Taisho comes to stand in front of my desk with an expectant look upon his face.

"I had expected far better from you Higurashi. You are my prized student and I had such high hopes for you. However, your term paper was grossly inaccurate. You stated things that I, as well as yourself, clearly know to be false." Professor Taisho spoke with his tone overflowing with displeasure all the while my eyes continued to widen in absolute horror.

"Wait, Professor, you know that I had-" I attempted to voice my explanation for my reasoning until I was cut off.

"You shall see me after class so that we may discuss this further. However, as of now, you are failing this class." Professor Taisho cast over his shoulder loud enough for the entire class to hear as he walked to his desk to take his seat.

I sat there motionless staring at the clock waiting for the bell to ring to signal the end of class. The other students stared at me in either terror, afraid for whatever the Professor may say to me, and complete jealously, that I can stay after class with the tempting and all too alluring Professor Taisho. The seven minute wait seemed like an endless eternity as the bell finally sounded as the students rose and shuffled out of the classroom. However, many did not want to leave for they would have given anything to hear the conversation between the Professor and I; however, they all chose to leave as they did not want to gain the Professor's wrath. He is known for his good looks however he does carry a sense of danger that even a human can obviously notice and will cautiously avoid him and his anger.

Even as the bell sounded I stayed unmoving in my seat; only to raise my head to stare unblinking as the professor rose from his chair to approach me. His imposing, figure came to stop only mere centimeters from my desk. I continued to not utter a word as his towering stature loomed over my seated form. I then craned my neck, exposing and barring my throat, so I could look directly at him. His eyes bore into mine with such a strong and intimidating intensity and after a full minute I could not take the silence any longer. I began my rambled, long drawn out speech on the many reasons as to why he should not fail me.

"Professor, how could you fail me? I have always been so fond of Japanese History and I have spent my entire life experiencing and learning history firsthand. I have spent far too much of my studying and working tirelessly to simply fail your class. I have worked soo very hard and you know why my paper stated exactly what it did." I pleaded with hopeful eyes only to be shot down unceremoniously by my great and terrible Professor.

"Yes, I am aware of that. However, facts are facts and those facts, especially regarding history, cannot be altered. You know this better than anyone else; do you not, Higurashi?" Professor Taisho asked with a questioning tilt of his head as his long strands of silvery hair fell past his shoulder.

"Ah- but- well, yes I agree. However, surly that does not mean that I should fail the class when I have worked soo hard and have done so well all semester." I replied with strong conviction in my tone showing that my point was valid and true.

"That may be correct. However, your grade for the term paper still stands; thus, bringing down your final grade from an A to a high F." Professor Taisho countered destroying any hope in my withering form.

"Is there not anything that I can do to raise my grade? I simply need a passing grade and I will still be able to graduate on time this week." I begged hoping beyond hope to bring about his emotions so that he may feel at least a tiny bit apologetic that he would keep me from graduating on time this year.

"Well yes, there may be something you could do to bring your grade up from a failing mark." Professor Taisho remarked with a slight quirk of his upper lip displaying his teeth of gleaming ivory.

"Well? What would I have to do? I am willing to do anything to pass." I replied happily and fully of exuberance that I could restore my passing grade; yet somewhat annoyed that it took this long for him to tell me that there is a way for me to pass. 'All that worry and concern for nothing! He sure does love to taunt his prey.' I though with cynicism.

"Very well then. Stand up." Professor Taisho said curtly with a strange, dark gleam from within his eyes.