The Substitute Teacher

Summary: Kagome Higurashi works as a Substitute History teacher and gets called to works at Shikon High School for Delinquents in place of the pregnant Sango Taijiya, and after a few days working there, she's more than ready to quit, until young Mihael Keehl throws a few insults and jabs in her direction, informing her that "she never had a chance". Now, Kagome is more than ready to show that no good, impolite and precarious boy, who goes by 'Mello', that she won't be so easily scared off...

Anime/Manga: InuYasha/Death Note

Pairings: Kagome/? – Sango/? (Not who you think!)

Genre: Romance/Humor/Crime

Rated: M for Mature

A/N: Just so everyone knows, this will only lightly touch on the subject of detectives, nothing else Death Note though, and nothing InuYasha. A completely different plot, an Alternate Universe, hope you all enjoy!

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Split Decisions!

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'This morning, when I woke up, I had a sticky note stuck to my forehead...kind of stuck in my hair. I remember, staring at this orange piece of paper that was essentially too close to my eyes, so it really ended up hurting after a while. It's just...how often do I wake up with a sticky on my forehead? I'll tell you how often, NEVER!'

Papers were stacked in abundance on an oak wood desk. A petite hand trailed long fingers across the stack then down before tipping them over with unmatched determination.

'I'm not mad...I'm actually kind of happy...it's just, that note. Let me tell you what that...NOTE...said. "Dear Kaggi, I know it's sudden, but I need you to fill in for me come Monday! Thanks for letting me spend the night, I'll call you later, Sango!" This kind of note wouldn't bother me...had I been filling in for 'just' a day, but as it stands, I received a call from her, she's pregnant, and I'm now her substitute, for a classroom full of DELINQUINTS! But it's fine; I won't let this get to me. Come tomorrow, I will go to Shikon High School for Delinquents, and I will teach like I would at any other school. I won't let a class of miscreants scare me off!'

A hand irritable closed a book and placed the pen moments ago used down on the table. "Stupid Sango..."

My name is Kagome Higurashi; I keep a journal, and collect my thoughts, all of my thoughts, inside. I've been doing this since I was just a little girl, when my dad fell ill and I started losing sleep. The doctor recommended I write in a journal, and I got hooked. I lost my father four years ago, during a heart failure, and now I live with my broth in a three room apartment. My mother and grandfather live on the Sunset Shrine, but Souta, my sixteen year old brother, he didn't want to stay there after dad died, so when he was twelve, he moved in with me. I was, at the time, sixteen, now twenty-one; my mom had been hesitant, but also weak of mind, and so she consented, letting me live in my own place with Souta.

Now, we being the...'good kids'...that we are, we visit her as often as possible, without actually 'moving' back in. When I turned seventeen, I started College, with a part time job as a Cosplay Café Waitress, which...actually, I still do occasionally after school hours and such, but only as a volunteer. Financially, I'm set, but Cosplaying...it's just so much fun!

In College, I majored in History and Literature, I took a couple different languages on the side, being a History Major, different cultures attracted me in different ways; Italy, Russia, the Aztec and Hindu...all of the different cultures had there own unique appeal, from the style of clothes, to there festivals, language and currency. My favorite, to this day, is probably Greece and the culture of the Greek Islands. The Greek Gods and Goddesses have always fascinated me, especially the virgin Goddess Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon, twin sister to the Sun God Apollo. She is often represented as a lithe young woman with a bow and arrow. I had actually taken up archery because of my high regard for the mythological goddess. Oh...I got off topic. I guess what it comes down to is...I'm just your ordinary twenty-one year old girl. I'm single and currently crushing on one of my neighbors, he lives with his brother. His name is Sesshoumaru, and from what I can tell, he doesn't even know my name or existence; like I said, an ordinary twenty-one year old.

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(Next Morning)

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Kagome entered her new classroom, smiling as she stepped in to see new faces all turn to her. She slid the door shut behind her and made her way behind the desk in front of the class. Taking a piece of chalk, she neatly wrote her name on the chalkboard behind her before turning to the class and bowing. Straightening up, she smiled, "Hello everyone, I'll be substituting for Ms. Taijiya while she's on maternity leave; my name is Kagome Higurashi, you may call me Ms. K, Ms. Higurashi or Ms. H, whatever you prefer or find yourself to be more comfortable with." Taking up a binder in her arms, she opened it and looked to the students, "...We are missing two students..."

"..."

"Alright, I see the classes loyalty to one another is more important than an attendance. If I don't know who is missing, I'll mark everyone as absent."

"WAH~!"

"No fair lady! It's Matt and Mello!"

Kagome smiled, looking up to the one who had cried out indignantly, "You are..."

"Hmph, Inuyasha,"

"Ah, Mr. Taisho, thank you for informing me. You are in the wrong seat..."

He scoffed, "No one sits in assigned seats, lady!"

She scribbled something down on the seating charts and smiled, "Everyone stand up!"

They jumped and did as told, standing up, they watched curiously as she picked up a meter stick and walked around the classroom, tapping people on the head as she did. "Everyone I tapped, move your seats to the back of the room, everyone else, sit down."

She watched the class as they moved about the room with their chairs, placing them in the back of the classroom before returning to their desks. "Starting today, everyone who chooses not to sit in their assigned seats, will stand by their chosen seats."

One girl frowned, "You can't do that!" slamming her fist on the desk she yelled, "How do you even know who is supposed to sit where?"

Kagome looked at the seating charts and smiled, "Well, you're a dead give away, no offense, but unless your name is Miroku, I doubt that's your seat. I think you look more like a Misa."

She blushed, "Your right, Misa is Misa Amane."

"I know," She turned the binder to face them and they stared at the profile of Misa with her seat assignment and other information on the page, along with a small picture at the right hand corner of the page.

"..."

Kagome smiled, "I got tabs on everyone in this class before coming in, the principal in charge is an old friend of my mom's, so it wasn't too difficult. Then, matching the names and faces to the seating charts, I figured out who was in the wrong seat and who wasn't. Now, tomorrow, unless you want to stand during class, you'll learn from today."

Misa frowned, but said nothing else, the same as everyone else in class.

"Until our other two students arrive, if they arrive, why not we go over building blocks; we'll start with Data Center DNA!"

The class stared at the white board as she wrote in bold red letters, DATA CENTER: DNA, across it.

"This is History class! Not..." Misa stared at the board, "Whatever that is..."

"Oh...this is punishment. History is something you learn everyday, everywhere you go, you are surrounded by history. Family history, Japanese history, American history, Italian history and German History...all sorts of cultures can be found in the steps you take. The shrines you visit, even the grocers that you go to for your shopping. Today, for punishment, we will be studying 'Tightening Server and Storage Integration in Virtualized Data Centers', okay?" She smiled, facing the class after writing the subject on the board.

"...?"

Kagome laughed silently in her head. The classroom door opened and two kids stumbled in laughing. She smiled, watching the both the boy with blonde shoulder length hair and blue eyes and the boy with auburn red hair and goggles that hid his eyes, the two hadn't taken notice yet of her, until they looked up at the silence.

Stopping in their trek to their seats, they turned to the substitute teacher and frowned. Looking to the class and at all the students standing, they made to sit down when they found their seats gone.

"What the hell...who the fuck took my chair?" The blonde shouted heatedly. She took note of how the entire class seemed to shrink back a bit.

Kagome looked to her binder and flipped the pages before stopping mid flip, "Ah, let's see, temperamental, violent, excessive use of foul language...you must be...Mr. Keehl."

His eyes took on a dark hue and narrowed on her. For a moment, she had actually felt a trimmer of fear run down her spine, glancing down, she read over a small scribbled note at the corner of the page.

K, try not to tread on Mihael's bad side, call him 'Mello', let him sit wherever. Also, don't upset Matt. He isn't mean or a bad child, but Mihael is EXTREMLY protective of him. Call if you need anything!

-Sango

'Sorry Sango, but I'm a teacher, not a maid. If I had come here to let him have his way, I would have taken up another position.'

"You're new, so obviously...you don't know better." Mello pulled out a chocolate bar and opened it, pulling his chair back to his desk and then pulling one back to Matt's desk, he sat down and perched his tinny shoes up on the desk. "Don't call me by that name, I am in charge in this classroom. So, everyone can go and get there seats."

Kagome watched as everyone started moving towards their seats, except the few who were seated anyways. Kagome sighed, "Get back to your desks, or you will all need to see the nurse due to headaches."

They hesitated, before one look from Mello had them moving to their seats and taking them back to their desks.

"You try to be nice." She pulled out an MP3 and put the ear pieces in her ears before blasting the volume and turning it on. Taking out something that looked like a metal back scratcher with thin metal prongs at the tip, the class stared curiously at it. She was a nice teacher, but she was also good at what she did. In a fluid motion, she flipped the white board over and the chalk board faced the class. In a single action, she had the entire class crying out, hands over their ears and heads against their knees or desks. Again, she did it, looking at her class; she watched their reactions before once more, dragging the metal pinpoints across the chalkboard. She didn't hear anything, but she imagined it to be rather painful. Removing the ear pieces, she watched as Mello made his way angrily towards her and placed the prongs against the board only to watch a few, if not most of the student grab hold of some part of him.

"Mello..." Matt said his name, pulling his friends shirt and guiding him back to his seat.

"Listen carefully, Mihael Keehl, I have no problem with calling you by Mello, but you will not try and override my authority again. This is how the chain of command goes, Students, Janitor, Teacher Aide, Student President, Teacher, Vice Principal, Principal. Got it? You come here to learn, to gain an education, and if you aren't here for an education, than leave my classroom and don't return. You will receive an 'F' for the remainder of the year and I will carry on teaching the students here for an education. This goes for everyone. If you think you are ready to live life, then by all means, I will set you up with interviews and you can try your hand at working."

Misa frowned, not sure if she were really serious. "You're lying,"

Kagome turned and faced the blonde, "I don't lie, Miss. Amane. I'm highly against it. If you, any of you, believe that school is unimportant, and that without a high school diploma you can get a job, a well paying job, and a car, a house of your own, and pay for your bills, food and everything else that comes with it, than please step out into the halls and I will take a head count. I will set you all up with interviews according to your strengths and you will be on your way to a successful future."

She watched Mello stand and leave; Matt followed him, which didn't really shock her. She marked their names and watched as Misa and a few others stood. She made more marks and took a head count of those who were left. "Eleven out of twenty-four. More than half the class thinks they can brave reality. Oh..." She smiled, "This will be good." She left the room and shut the door behind her.

Looking to the student before her, no longer was she smiling, "Its Monday, so what we are going to do is set up interviews for you tomorrow, you will come in to school after classes tomorrow to do so. Come in after classes, do what you want until then. But understand, you aren't done with school just yet. I want this to be your last assignment. In one week, from the day you guys start work, and seven days after, I want a written, five hundred word essay on whether or not you still feel that you can live without the education that can provide a better future for you, or if you want to return to class and try to make a superior future than what would have been. I want you to provide your experiences while working that one week, whether it was easy or hard, why it was the way you said, and if it was what you expected. What your manager, supervisor and coworkers thought about you, and what you thought about your efforts and work ethics. I will write the details of this essay out on paper and have it printed for each of you, then after classes today, we will figure out which fields you are all best equipped for. Until then, do whatever you want...but don't be late."

She returned back to the students in her class. "Everyone who is left, please grab a chair and sit down, we will start history. Tomorrow, I will assign new seats. Also," She stepped up to one of the students, loosely holding the undone tie, her other hand took a lock of another students un-brushed hair. "Tomorrow, I expect to see each of you, with your hair brushed and nicely styled, clothes clean and pressed, neatly worn. If you need help tying a tie, get a fellow classmate, friend or teacher to help you. I want my students to look like students. Open the history book in your desk to page forty-six, we will continue where Sango left off. Mr...hm, Mr. Rivers, or...do you also have a preferred nick name?"

"...Near."

"Alright, Near, please read until I say stop."

He glanced to the closed book on his desk, "Chapter eight: Postwar Japan, since 1945. After World War II had ended,Japanwas devastated. All the large cities (with the exception of Kyoto), the industries and the transportation networks were severely damaged. A severe shortage of food continued for several years. The occupation ofJapan by the Allied Powers started in August 1945 and ended in April 1952. General MacArthur was its first Supreme Commander. The whole operation was mainly carried out by theUnited States."

Kagome watched his eyes drift shut as he continued, twirling a lock of hair with one finger, she noticed none of the other students seemed to be paying attention as they read along with what he said in their own books. 'He's memorized the chapter? No...He's memorized the book...he knew what chapter was on what page without looking...amazing.'

He opened his eyes at the sound of pages turning next to him; Kagome was standing beside him with his book, smiling gently at him as she placed the book down on his desk on the page he was reading aloud. "Japanbasically lost all the territory acquired after 1894. In addition, the Kurile Islands were occupied by the Soviet Union, and the Ryukyu Islands, including Okinawa, were controlled by theUSA. Okinawa was returned to Japan in 1972, however a territorial dispute withRussiaconcerning theKurile Islandshas not been resolved yet."

She mouthed 'Just humor me,' when he went to close his book. Watching as he nodded and placed his hand back down in his lap. The boy wore the uniform, but by the looks of it, he had bleached out the color of...everything, his hair also looked to be bleached white. "You can stop, Near, next...Miss. Kagura."

"The remains ofJapan's war machine were destroyed, and war crime trials were held. Over 500 military officers committed suicide right afterJapansurrendered, and many hundreds more were executed for committing war crimes. Emperor Showa was not declared a war criminal."

Watching this student, the girl had black hair in a twist with ringlets randomly falling from the tight twist. Her eyes were a crimson red, and actually, she had a similar look to that of the boy next to her. He had crimped black hair and crimson red eyes like hers. Looking at her binder, she took note of their last names. 'Naraku Onigumo and...Kagura Kaze...they're not related?'

"A new constitution went into effect in 1947: The emperor lost all political and military power, and was solely made the symbol of the state. Universal suffrage was introduced and human rights were also forbidden to ever lead a war again or to maintain an army. Furthermore, Shinto and the state were clearly separated."

This continued for a while with Kagome calling on different students every so often. The class ended and she passed out a multiple choice question sheet packet on the subject. "Since class was short, we only finished part A of the packet in terms of studying the lesson, so that's the part you'll do for homework." Everyone stood and left, not bowing or saying goodbye, just leaving. Kagome sighed, waiting for her next class to come in; she stopped herself from crying out in self-pity. Soft footsteps called to her attention and she looked up to see 'Near' standing in front of her. "Near...?"

"If I may, please let me do both packets."

"..." Kagome opened her drawer and pulled out the packet B. "You don't have to, Near. You can, but you don't need to."

"...I want to."

'Can't argue with the persistent, I guess. At least he wants to learn.' She handed him the packets then frowned, "About your uniform...and hair."

"My hair is natural. I am albino, Miss. Kagome."

Her eyes widened, standing up, she moved closer and stared curiously at the pale skinned boy. "Hm...Albino, huh..." Placing her hand on his white curls, he patted him with a smile before placing her hands on her hips. "Albinism is understandable for your hair, but your uniform can't be pristine. You look good in white, Near, but I'm sure you'll look better in blue. Go get a new uniform, I'll write you a note."

"..." He looked as if he were going to say something, but instead, he glanced left and brought a finger to a lock of hair which he persisted in twirling.

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Kagome looked at the clock, it was three now, classes were over, and before her were the thirteen students that had left her class. "Flip the packet over, and start. This test will tell me your strengths, stay home tomorrow, I will have them call you in tomorrow around 12:00. At the top of the page, give the number you'd prefer to be contacted at. Also, your preferred job, I'll see what I can do."

Everyone did the tests, and they took a few hours to complete it; well, that was to be expected though. The test covered all of their subjects, a few silly ones in the work ones, secretarial and other types of situations. Shoot, some that only Misa would be able to answer. Things about Gucci, Channel and Dolce & Gabbana...some things only the guys would know about; current Scores in football, baseball, soccer and even pool. On the other hand, there were things neither would know, things concerning crime cases you would have to sit in for, to know anything about, and she highly doubted any of her delinquent students spent time in a court house listening to the ramblings of a juror, judge and couple of lawyers.

She could see everyone stop at the last part, staring up at her, she smiled and held a finger up, signaling them to wait till the last few caught up. Once everyone was staring at her like she'd lost her mind, she stood up. "So, this last part of the test, as the title reads, is a Seven Question Reality Check. If you can't answer these seven questions now, you'll be back in this class by the end of the seven day cut-off date. I don't mean you have to write something, just anything; no, you have to truly know the answer to these questions. You can't copy, there is no copying, this is you, all of it, so be honest, and really take your time to think about it. These Seven Questions will also be helping me pick out the right jobs for you; so...good luck." She smiled, sitting back down as they finished the last portion of their test. Picking up one of the spare tests, she read over the questions.

'The questions were actually single questions with interconnected questions grouped together; like the first one, asking yourself about the direction of your life: Do you know where you are going? Without a destination in mind, any road will take you there. Does your life make sense to you? Are you living your life with meaning, direction, and purpose or are you living by default, billowing in the wind? Many people waste precious time complaining about how unhappy they are or about how life just isn't how it's 'supposed' to be. But complaining, making excuses, blaming others, or playing a victim won't change anything. You can learn to take the actions required to get where you want to go. But first, you need to know where you want to go!'

Glancing up at the students, she wondered curiously just how many of them knew where they were going. She'd read their background files and their school history records, and from what she could see, they weren't heading anywhere good. She could on hope that, perhaps, by some miracle, this experience would be all that was necessary to pull them out of their delusions that the world would fold to their every whim without a little effort on their part.

'Then, the second question; Your life is like sailing a boat. In the distance is the horizon, your point of reference for your destination. And while keeping your eye on that spot, you are also tending to the boat. Are you tending to your boat? Meaning, are you doing the things you need to do to care for yourself? In what ways might you want to improve your health and fitness? This is not about being a certain weight; it's about your health. When was the last time you saw your primary care physician? Do you have one? Are you experiencing any physical pain that requires your attention? Are there medical tests you've been putting off? Are you addicted to anything? They need to understand, they are the most important person in their life. Without you, what do you have? Besides you, who else hurts when you delay doing what's best for you? Does that matter to you? Most people say that family is of greatest value. Well, when you don't take care of yourself, the people who love you the most suffer the consequences.'

She would laugh if the situation wasn't so dependent on the outcome of the test they were taking.

'Question three, how are your finances? Are you in debt or are you solvent? What part of your finances requires your attention? If you're in debt, the first thing is to stop digging yourself into more debt. Create a plan of action to get out of debt and make sure you do the inner work necessary to shift your mindset so that you never get into debt again. People often overspend due to low self-esteem or lack of knowledge about money. If all you do is change your circumstances but don't change how you think about money, you are bound to repeat the pattern. They should figure this out quickly, hopefully.'

"?"

Kagome glanced to Misa and smiled, "Yes,?"

"What if you don't have a boat?"

Kagome just stared, she was worried most for the beautiful blonde sitting innocently before her. She wasn't the only one staring though. Mello and Matt were also staring. However, it looked like Misa wasn't the only one curious, the other ten, not counting Matt and Mello, and obviously Misa who had asked, were also staring at her, waiting for an answer.

"...that isn't what the question means. When it asks, if you are tending to your boat, it's referring to whether or not you are tending to your health, fitness, so on and so forth. Are you tending to yourself?" Mello said slightly irked by the blonde's lack of common sense.

"...OH!" She laughed, "That makes sense!"

Kagome shook her head, looking curiously at Mello, she couldn't help smile, 'You are more than you appear, Mello, why is it you act outspokenly foolish in class...when you are so much more insightful than I think even you are aware of.'

He looked up and his steal blue eyes locked with her own cobalt blue, and she couldn't take her eyes away, she didn't want to. They were so...zealous...she could see a storm of emotions passing through with every second. She was suffocating...his gaze was overpowering, crushing her. Her heart was racing, she was sure that he was trying to intimidate her...or...most likely just curious as to why she was staring him right in the eyes...either way, he was intimidating her...whether it was on purpose or inadvertent...he was doing it. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to look back down at the paper where she opened her eyes and continued reading the rest of question three.

'If you are on the road to financial freedom, what other things might you need to tend to? Are you happy with the return on your investment portfolio? Does your Will need updating? Do you have a Durable Power of Attorney and a Living Will? Are you earning as much as possible given your skill set or is it time to investigate alternative job possibilities or ask for a raise? You don't know unless you investigate. Several people have explored their worth in the marketplace and have found they are worth much more than their current position is paying. Then they ask for raises or go for new positions. It's worth the time and effort to check...I wonder how many will even bother...'

Kagome glanced out the window before sighing, it was starting to get dark out; she was going to have to walk everyone home just to feel safe.

'Question four is...What kind of emotional baggage are you carrying and what do you need to do to let go of it? We live in a busy society. Having not stopped in months, or years to experience and acknowledge the reality of your pain, you might not realize just what the pain is costing you in terms of happiness, relationships and connection, and even your physical health. Where is your pain? What things do you need to forgive yourself for? Is there someone in your life who you have yet to forgive or who deserves more trust than you've given them? What are you holding onto? Accepting your own humanity is a huge step in lightening your load as you walk the thousand miles of your life. Learning to let go of the pain of your past will make the present much more enjoyable.'

"Miss. Kagome, I'm too young to have a Will...that's for old people."

"..." Kagome sighed, "Miss. Amane, answer the way you feel you should answer. It's your test..." She looked to Mello who had gone to say something after the blonde had made her comment. "Not opened for discussion...Mello. You have your knowledge on the subject, and she...has hers. This test is what will choose your future, and you can't choose her future, take care of your own."

Mello glared, but returned to his test.

'He's going to be the reason I quit my job, I'm sure of it! Question Five; In what ways are you "shoulding" yourself? People focus their attention on things they "should" do, they think they "have" to do, but they don't want to do. Somewhere in their thought processes, they harbor the belief that they have no choice about how they "should" spend their time and the things they "should" have. They always have a choice. They may not like the options but there are always choices. They may have unrealistic expectations for how their life should be. The gap between this fantasy and reality causes them pain, suffering, and guilt. I guess...you can never achieve unrealistic expectations. Everyone needs to give themselves permission to challenge these beliefs about what life is supposed to be like. What do you think is supposed to be different?'

"Shoulding isn't a word."

"..." Kagome laughed, "I'm aware. What's really going to knock you off your boots is the fact that the man who created this test...was none other than the Genius Literature Professor, Fumio Wakahisa, his name means 'Ancient Literary Scholar', yet...he could find no word but one that didn't exist, to convey his meaning and an understanding to those who took his test. Shoulding..." She smiled, gesturing for them to carry on.

'Two questions left, six; where's your fear? Fear is an insidious thing. It keeps you stuck in your comfort zone and will keep you from experiencing more success and happiness in your life. If something is not the way you want it to be, examine your fears. Is money or indebtedness an issue for you? You might fear being alone or abandoned. Do you fear failure or success? Do you fear being taken advantage of or being controlled? Anything you fear runs your life. By succumbing to your fear, you give it power over you. It's time to take control and overcome your fear do you succeed in spite of it.'

Kagome looked at the clock on her desk, and then brought her attention back to her paper, 'The last, seventh question. What do you value the most? What is most important to you: Is it money? Surviving? Is it work? Family? Your health? Your life is a reflection of what you value the most. If there is an area that is challenging for you, look at the choices you are making; what you choose to do in any given moment is an expression of your values. Too often, people act unconsciously, without considering what is most important. Knowing what you value will help guide your decisions. Do you stay late at work or attend your daughter's dance recital? Are you taking a vacation this year with your spouse/family or will you work straight through in order to impress others by how diligent you are? Consider what you might be valuing the next time you yell at your spouse, or lie to a friend, or choose to work late when your family is expecting you. Balance is important and being clear about what you value will help you to live true to your integrity, which helps you sleep well at night. Whatever frustrates you and keeps you up at night, whatever difficulties you currently have, face them. By asking the tough questions, you shed some light on the issues you need to deal with so you can experience greater happiness. Awareness is very powerful. When you give yourself the gift of awareness, you open yourself up to explore the possibilities of your life and you give yourself the power to make conscious choices for yourself and your life. If you don't ask the questions, you'll stay in the dark. A safe place for sure, but a very shallow place to live your life. I wonder what their answers will be.'

"Done,"

Kagome looked up to see Matt standing in front of her, a rather tired look in his eyes as he pulled something from his back pocket. She smiled, "Mute it, other than that, I don't care if you play it while waiting for Mello."

Matt stared at her for a moment before turning the little volume control on the side of his game until it was completely muted. Sitting down by the door with his bag, he played his game, waiting patiently for his best friend to continue.

"Misa is done!"

"I will take everyone home once done, so─"

"Misa's boyfriend is waiting at the front entrance."

"...alright then, here." Kagome handed her the paper next to her. "I'll be in contact with your guardian around eight, inform them."

"Kay!" Misa took the paper and left with her stuff, a skip in her step.

Mello laughed a little, "Misa doesn't have a boyfriend,"

Kagome smiled, "I know, I've looked over everyone's background status...Misa lives near, so...I can only hope she goes straight home."

"..." Mello signed his name and number at the top before standing, Inuyasha doing the same. Both walked up to the front and handed in their tests. "I'm crashing at Matt's place, both of my parents are out of town, so you'll need to contact them by cell. Their numbers are beneath mine. Matt lives nearby, so we'll walk. Come on Matt." Mello said, grabbing two of the papers and his bags. "We'll be late tomorrow."

"Reason?"

"..."

Matt sighed, "My mom is in the hospital, I'll be helping out my dad tomorrow, and Mello's going to help too." He pocketed his hand and pulled out a lighter, twirling it back and forth, Kagome frowned.

"Smoking is a bad habit, Matt. Stop while you still have the chance..."

"Hm..."

Shaking her head, she collected the tests as they came in, "I'll be here till six tomorrow, come before then so we can set the interviews up."

The two nodded and left.

"Then there were ten, anyone else walking home?"

"Mom is picking me up,"

Kagome looked to a girl with black hair in a bob cut, Yura Hirisaki, "That's fine," She handed the girl a copy as she passed her desk and left the classroom.

"I live just next door to the school." This boy looked exactly like Naraku, only, with brown eyes instead of red. "...Kagewaki Hitomi...strange...oh, you can go ahead. Here," She handed him the paper. 'Those three...they all have different last names, am I wrong? Are they not family?'

A few more left, leaving four to be taken home, Inuyasha was one among the group, and he went home last as she did. Making sure each one got the paper before leaving, Kagome made her way inside with all of the tests.

"Uh...Miss. Kagome, you don't need to walk me to my door." Inuyasha smirked, "Unless you plan on following me inside."

Kagome laughed, "Honestly Inuyasha, I would have thought that at least one of you would notice your own neighbor. Be sure to give that paper to 'Lord Sesshoumaru.'"

Inuyasha froze, "Lord?"

She laughed harder, "Doesn't he act like one? He even looks like one." Coming to her door, she unlocked it and entered, "Goodnight." She said, shutting the door behind her. It was six forty now, so she had a lot of work before her. Taking the first one, Mail Jeevas (Matt).

'Matt

Cell: 998-739-2281

House: 998-827-1109

Test Syllabus

MATH Pg. 1-3

HISTORY Pg. 4-6

SCIENCE Pg. 7-8

GEOGRAPHY Pg. 9-11

INTERNATIONAL LINGUISTICS Pg. 12-14

LANGUAGE ARTS Pg. 15-17

BASICS IN BEAUTY Pg. 18-19

LAW Pg. 20-22

CRIMINAL JUSTICE Pg. 23-25

SECRETARIAL Pg. 26-27

PHILOSOPHY Pg. 28-30

RELIGION Pg. 31-32

ECONOMICS Pg. 33-34

CHEMISTRY Pg. 35-37

LOGIC Pg. 38-40

STATISTICS Pg. 41-42

BUSINESS Pg. 43-44

MILITARY SCIENCE Pg. 45-46

TECHNOLOGICAL STUDIES Pg. 47-48

SEVEN QUESTION REALITY CHECK Pg. 49-50

Kagome pulled out the answer sheet for the questions on pages 1 through 48, marking the incorrect with a red circle around each number that was wrong, she did so as quickly as possible, wanting to get them done before tonight. Looking at the clock, she was reminded of the calls, now almost seven thirty. "Damn!"

Picking up her phone she moved to the table and pulled up Mello's test, "...nine, nine, eight...thirteen, thirteen, forty-seven, twenty-three." She was talking out loud, which wasn't rare really, listening as the phone rang, she smiled when someone on the other line picked up.

"Allo? Eto Gavriil,"

"..." Kagome frowned, 'Russian? That punk...trying to make a fool out of me,' Kagome grinned, "Zdravstvuĭte, g-n Keehl, pravilʹno? Eto Kagome Higurashi, uchitelʹistorii v Mihaelʹ."

"Da? To, chto etot malʹchik na etot raz?"

"Da nichego, voobshche nichego. My delae·eeksperiment v techenie odnoĭ nedeli, gdestudentam poprobovatʹ svoi sily v rabote. Oni, kazhet·sya, dumayut, chto eto tak legko oboĭtisʹ v zhizni bezobrazovaniya, ya dam ih poprobovatʹ. YA prosto hotel, chtoby vy znali. Razve eto horosho?"

"Eto zdorovo! Daĭtemalʹchiku chto-to na rabotu! Sdelatʹ eto trudno, slozhnye, interesnye, inache on ne budet zabotitʹsya, chtoby poprobovatʹ."

"YA ponimayu , ya zhelayu vamspokoĭnoĭ nochi, mister Keehl . Peredaĭte, pozhaluĭsta, privet Vashyeĭ zhene."

Eto bylo by trudno sdelatʹ, tak kak ya ne videl svoyu zhenu, tak kak ona zabolelaparu let nazad posle nashego razvoda. Ona vyshla zamuzh zaottsa, chto krasnyĭ pank golovu, chto sleduyushchim moim synom, kak poteryannyĭ shchenok. Takoĭslabyĭ malʹchik. YA ne znayu, kak moĭ malʹchik mozhet stoyatʹego iz vidu.

"Oh...YA vizhu, to spokoĭnoĭ nochi, mister Keehl."

"спокойной ночи"

(Hello, this is Gavriil.

Hello, Mr. Keehl, correct? This is Kagome Higurashi, Mihael's History teacher.

Oh? What has that boy done this time?

Oh, nothing, nothing at all. We are doing an experiment for one week, where the students try their hand at working. They seem to think it's so easy to get by in life without an education, I'll let them try. I just wanted to let you know. Is that alright?

That's great! Give the boy something to work for! Make it hard, challenging, interesting, or he won't care to try.

I understand, I wish you a good night, Mr. Keehl. Please give my regards to your wife.

That would be difficult to do since i haven't seen my wife since she fell ill a couple years back after our divorce. She married the father of that red head punk that follows my son like a lost puppy. Such a weak boy. I don't know how my boy can stand the sight of him.

Oh...I see, then good night, Mr. Keehl.

Good night)

Kagome turned her phone off and stared down at the two tests on the table before her. "...step brothers..."

~I'm crashing at Matt's place, both of my parents are out of town, so you'll need to contact them by cell~

"He must hurt...not wanting anyone to know..."

~We'll be late tomorrow~

"Mello...Matt..."

~My mom is in the hospital, I'll be helping out my dad tomorrow, and Mello's going to help too~

She sighed, then continued making her calls, tomorrow was going to be...a busy day.

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Me: Hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter, please leave a review and your thoughts on the chapter!