Title:- The ruler of class C

Pairing:- Izaya x Shizuo x Mikado x Masaomi

Rating:- M

Warnings:- language, violence, yaoi, Izaya, dub con, non con

Disclaimer:- I don't own durarara

Summary:- Don't talk, don't stand out, don't be different, don't be late and don't disobey.

First class

"What happened?" Shizuo asked filing in behind the rest of his class, they walked like the dead trudging to their seats. At his question they hurried up not wanting to be the one that answered. Their attitude was odd given that they'd been swarming around him all day, trying to find out about him despite him looking like a delinquent. So much for that plan.

"Bad luck." The other blond guy in the class piped up. The kid was probably the reason no one was afraid of him, but if everyone thought he was going to be outspoken and flirtatious they had another thing coming. "You get that bastard on your first day."

"Masaomi, he's not that bad." A black haired student charged with helping him through his first day said.

The blond scoffed. "That's because you're one of his favourites and I'm the one watching out for your ass- literally. The guy is a sick pervert. I doubt this class is even legal."

The class rep blushed shifting his blue eyes to the floor. The rest of the class knew something he didn't and none of them were going to tell him. "I know. Heiwajima-kun there are rules in this class."

Shizuo waited for the boy to expand.

The other blond ushered them inside. "The first is don't be late." The kid shuddered pushing against his back.

Shizuo stepped inside brow furrowing. There was only one desk in the entire class, sitting underneath the chalk board. It was big and sturdy with what looked like chains stuck to it. The two that were helping him pushed past and led him to an empty seat. The seats were just normal chairs like the rest of their classes but set in a circle so they were all facing one another. Shizuo glanced around at the nervous faces and then to the strange metal contraption at the back of class.

The blue eyed boy tugged his sleeve. They were all in their gym kits and he didn't have a clue why. "The rules. Don't backchat. Don't stand out. Don't be different to everyone else here." The words were a harsh whisper.

Shizuo nodded. He could take care of himself. They didn't know why he'd transferred to a new school in his final year, how many bones he'd broken or the strength held in his deceiving muscles. He was a monster and everyone in his previous school knew that. It wouldn't be long before this school did too.

The door opened and everyone stiffened sitting up a little straighter. Shizuo found himself doing the same. Their teacher for the class walked in. It wasn't that he was big or muscular, the guy looked like he'd be outgrown by everyone in the next few years. It was the way he held himself, the confidence and the malice that rolled from him in waves. Their teacher was a monster. That was the only word to describe him. He didn't look like a teacher. The black suit looked too big swamping over the red shirt he wore, the cuffs hiding half the man's hands and feet. The thin glasses sat loosely on his nose looking like they'd slip off. Yet he scared everyone in this class shitless.

"Good afternoon class C." The teacher spoke up commanding silence.

"Good afternoon Orihara sensei." Everyone responded in unison, perect harmony as if they'd been forced to practice over and over again.

"It seems we have a classmate joining us." Everyone's gaze locked onto him. Some looked happy, some nervous. The class rep let go of his sleeve. "Shizuo Heiwajima, stand up."

He did so looking at his teacher. The man looked him over and nodded. "Shizuo Heiwajima, a delinquent in your previous school. Poor attendance due to being hospitalised throughout your childhood. Expelled due to throwing one of your teachers out of a window."

Around the circle everyone gasped. The other teachers hadn't given a reason for his transfer.

"Just what did your teacher do to deserve that, ne?"

Shizuo didn't answer flushing in embarrassment and anger. They knew. Everyone knew his claims but why would anyone believe a child? No one had listened so he'd lost his temper and taken justice into his own hands.

"Now you're where you belong." The teacher filled his silence. "You'll fit in well with this class. Sit down Shizu-chan."

Shizuo sat down hating the nickname he'd been given. Their teacher walked around the circle looking at each of them. The strangest thing about their class was that everyone was male. There were no girls. With his arrival all seats were full except one. The door opened and the kid standing in the doorway inched in looking petrified.

"Masaki-chan, do you have a reason for being late?" The teacher asked nicely. Shizuo shuddered noticing the class rep do the same.

"I-I fell asleep." The kid looked like he was going to piss himself. It was the last lesson of the day. Why didn't the kid just skip?

"You fell asleep. Just for my lesson? Were you avoiding me Masaki-chan?" The teen swallowed shaking his head. "Class, today Masaki-chan is going to be the class pet."

Shizuo watched narrowing his gaze at the exchange. Class pet? What did that mean? The teacher glanced back looking at him and smirked.

"Misaki-chan, when you came in did you see a tray outside?" The teen nodded. "Bring it in. Before we start today's lesson everyone gets a drink."

Everyone looked surprised staring into the small plastic white cup as if the liquid inside held all the answers. The teen named the class pet took a first sip as instructed. "It's fruit juice."

Shizuo couldn't see anything amiss with his, checking for smell and anything strange looking, so he downed it in one. The rest of the class did the same.

"Good." The teacher clapped. "For the sake of Shizu-chan I'll recap on why you're here. Everyone in this class is either a delinquent, a misfit or scored appallingly low on their aptitude test. The school expects that most likely you'll fail in your exams and end up working as either prostitutes, strippers or hosts. A few of you will leave this class after your next test. The rest of your futures look pretty dim. This class is specifically designed to teach you how to handle yourselves if you do end up in the sex industry." The teacher looked around the circle. "Now what are the dangers awaiting you in such an industry?"

The blond sitting next to the class rep piped up. "Rape." It was said with bite holding accusation. Shizuo caught the way the blond was glaring at their teacher.

"Obsession."Someone else answered.

"Disease."Came an answer on his other side.

"Abuse."

"Correct. All good answers." The teacher grinned. "You missed drugged. Nothing is straight forward, humans are tricky and manipulative, they'll do anything to get what they want. That's why for today's class one of your drinks had been spiked. You have until the end of the lesson to discover which one of you drank it. The first one to guess correctly will be exempt from the activities of tomorrow's class. If no one guesses correctly then the student that's been drugged will be exempt."

Immediately the atmosphere in the classroom changed, everyone became suspicious of one another. They all wanted to skip class tomorrow.

"How do you feel, Heiwajima-kun?" The class rep whispered.

Shizuo shrugged. "No different."

"Same. Masaomi?"

"I'm clean. Trust that rapist bastard to do something like this." The blond shuddered.

For a moment Shizuo caught the teacher's smirk and knew he was listening even though they were speaking in whispers. "No conferring. So now I'm going to go around the circle and ask a series of questions. Think of it like a pop quiz. This will help you decide who isn't feeling okay at the moment." The teacher glanced at the boy still standing up. "Misaki-chan sit down. Kai-chan what is the value of x if x+4=10?"

Shizuo bit back a groan. The last thing he needed were questions. They'd already had maths today.

"6." The teen answered a little too quickly.

"Correct." The teacher patted the kid on the head. "Is everyone paying attention? You've known everyone in this class for three years, are you listening for a change in tone of voice? Disorientation? Are you watching for the subtle tell tale movements? Who isn't acting like they usually would?"

Shizuo cast a glance around the circle. All of them looked okay, each one as anxious as the next. One kid was breathing hard with his fists clenched. Another sat straight with his eyes down and his hands in his lap.

The teacher was now speaking in what he could guess was English. His grades in that class were pathetic.

"B-blue." The kid answered swallowing hard.

"Correct." He moved onto the next kid. One by one they were questioned but Shizuo was no longer listening.

Eventually it came around to them. The two best friends that had allowed him to join their group. "Masaomi-kun, what's 1+1?"

It was the easiest question yet and the effect it had on the teen was shocking. The blond looked like he wanted to throttle the man. "2." He spat through gritted teeth.

"Correct." The teacher grinned. "Mikado-kun,"

Another english question. This time he didn't understand the answer because it was in english.

"Correct. Shizu-chan, enjoying your first day?"

Was that his question? Shizuo shrugged deciding to ask a question of his own. "What does this drug do?"

Next to him there was a soft gasp but the other side of the circle leaned forward looking like they wanted some popcorn. They all thought he'd broken one of the rules.

"Good question, Shizu-chan." The teacher was inside the circle now looking at him. Shizuo noticed the man's eyes were red. Just like a monster from nightmares. "Think about it. You're working in a host club as the number one. Why would one of your customers spike your drink? Why would one of your fellow hosts spike your drink?"

"Different reasons." Shizuo decided. "Obsession and jealousy."

"Good. However the drug works the same for both." The teacher patted his head. Shizuo grit his teeth feeling like he'd been tainted. "Your customer has fallen for the delusion you've painted they want you for their own, unable to wake from their dream. Your fellow host is jealous of everything about you. They want the top spot. How can a drug ensure that?"

Shizuo fell silent.

"Shame." Disappointment tinged the teacher's voice. "Mikado-kun?"

"Humiliation. It's a sex drug. The customer could engage in embarrassing acts whilst the host could get you in trouble and maybe blackmail."

"Good answer. One of you has a sex drug inside their system. It's working its magic through your bloodstream. The effects vary from person to person. You might feel light-headed, hot, nauseous, sleepy, aroused. Maybe all of the above. Mori-chan next question."

Around and around the questions went. Shizuo noticed there wasn't a clock. He didn't know how long the class had been going on for or how long there was left. The teacher had full control and that was scary enough. He'd never been afraid before but the monster spreading his taint gave him chills.

"Asuka-kun, what is 6+5?"

The kid didn't answer swaying in his seat. Shizuo stared at him. He wasn't the first. So far everyone had answered their questions slower. They weren't even hard questions. This was stuff he'd learned in junior high.

One kid looked like he was going to throw up. One had their legs closed looking around with their hands pressed firmly between their thighs. Shizuo's gaze narrowed in on the teacher suspicious. It looked like more than one of them had been drugged. Next to him the class rep started panting. He wasn't the only one that noticed.

"You bastard!" The other blond yelled shooting up from his seat. "You drugged us all!"

"Language Masaomi-kun." Their teacher smiled. "Incorrect. Shizu-chan, do you want to take a guess?"

"I don't know anyone's names."

"Hm? Even though you've spent the entire day with them? You're not very bright are you?"

Shizuo felt the jab and snubbed it away. The man was trying to get to him. His gaze fell back to the contraption at the back of the class. He needed to be careful with this teacher. The one that looked the worst was the kid named as class pet. He was literally shaking.

"Alright then, you can just point to who you think has been drugged."

Shizuo looked around the circle. The first two looked like they were falling asleep. The third looked like he needed to pee. Every single kid looked like something was wrong but the other blond had already guessed everyone. This teacher liked picking and poking at weaknesses, he liked making everyone think they were stupid. He'd only just met the teacher but he could tell the man enjoyed mind games.

"...no one." Shizuo answered finally.

The teacher raised a brow. "No one? Can you see your classmates. Kai-kun over there is covering his erection." The kid in question whimpered.

"I saw." Shizuo sighed. "I stick by my answer."

"Hm, if you're wrong you'll face a penalty."

Shizuo shrugged saying nothing.

"Okay... That's correct." The teacher clapped. "None of you were drugged. But that doesn't stop you being tricked. Some of you took to believing you were drugged. Words are a powerful weapon. Polished lies can cause humiliation just as easily as a real drug. Remember that. Drugging someone is a crime. If caught the punishment is a prison sentence. Only the desperate would drug someone."

Shizuo tried to relax but his limbs were locked, his eyes refusing to leave the teacher. Being in the man's presence felt like he was being hunted. He and everyone else in the circle were prey. His head twitched automatically avoiding the pat on the head. Red eyes twinkled seeing right through him.

"For your homework," the teacher was at the board chalk in hand "I want you to write a short essay on how to give the best blow job."

Shizuo's eyes bugged. The man had to be joking. He didn't even know what that was. Something to do with blowing apparently. Everyone else was nodding grimly. They all knew.

"You'll be marked on style, execution and customer satisfaction." The teacher continued writing. Shizuo looked around seeing everyone writing their task down. Had they all done it before? Just how far was he behind in this class? "See you in class tomorrow."

The bell rang after the man's last word. Shizuo jolted sitting up. He wanted to be one of the first out but everyone else was already rushing. The class rep and the other blond hung back looking just as anxious. Well the blond looked livid glaring at the teacher whilst the class rep smiled looking a little dazed. The class rep looked embarrassed to have fallen for the teacher's game.

Shizuo filed out after the rest of the class. Most of them bolted down the hall but the ones who had been affected by their teacher's sick game were slumped against the wall still recovering.

The two friends followed behind him. "Beware of Izaya Orihara." The other blond murmured walking past the fallen students. Shizuo glanced back seeing the teacher staring at him.

"See you tomorrow, Shizu-chan." The teacher called and waved. With a shudder the teen turned away and fled like the rest. He thought about helping out the fallen but he'd long since learned not to touch something if you can't take responsibility for it. It was now after school. Taking them to the infirmary would be pointless and he didn't want to lug them home. Shizuo shook his head and walked on.