Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted To You ❯ Bio Class... ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Youko-Kurama 
Biology class with Yang, Kuwabara and....Hiei?
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.22.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 742 | Visits: 681 | Status: Completed
Biology class with Yang, Kuwabara and....Hiei?
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.22.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 742 | Visits: 681 | Status: Completed
::rubs eyes and yawns:: "Okay, here we go. Another chappie. I'm gonna need another pot of coffee....heh." -Saku
Seventh period. Finally. Only one more to go after this. Kurama groaned for the sake of making a sound come out of his mouth as he headed down the noisy hallways. Last period was a total snorefest in which he'd managed to sit at his desk and say nothing and do nothing but watch his friends goof off the whole class. He needed to LEARN. There always seemed to be things happening that interfered with his education these days. Teachers fainting for example.
Now it was biology. Another groan escaped him as he entered the classroom; he never learned anything valuable in this class and he found himself reading ahead in the textbook to kill time. He was already ahead of the class by five chapters. His teacher, an older man with a large grey mustache and eyebrows that reminded Kurama -strangely enough- of catterpillars, snapped his attention to the red head. "Mr. Minamino. Problem?" He demanded, pulling down his glasses and peering over their rims at him. Kurama gulped inwardly. Oops. "N-no sir."
"Good. Take a seat."
And that was that. Sitting at his desk, Kurama slugged his backpack over the table and began pulling out his binder and textbook. More of the class piled into the room looking as tired and enthusiastic as he had.The teacher saw this and slammed his text down on the front counter. The sound was deafening and everyone who hadn't seen it coming, jumped. One girl screamed.
"SIT. DOWN." the teacher roared. "And look ALIVE. I don't need any more specimens on my shelves waiting to be disected."
Kurama made a face at the mental image of his bio teacher stuffing his classmates into bottles. Ewwwww.
Kuwabara came in followed by Yang just as the bell rang. They were both laughing about something. Mr. Viffy, their not-so-happy bio teacher, shot them a look that should have blown their heads right off their bodies. "You're LATE gentlemen." Kuwabara dove for his seat next to Kurama. Yang stopped where he was and looked at his watch. "Actually sir, you're early." The class grew painfully silent. Here we go again, they thought. No one in the history of...well, HISTORY had dared challenge Mr. Viffy. No one that is, until Yang came. Mr. Viffy narrowed his eyes at him. "Oh? Mr. Fu. I believe you owe me a detention from yesterday. Care to make that two?"
Yang hifted his backpack on his shoulder, "It's a date!" Some students snickered.
"SIT DOWN, Yang. You're wasting class time."
Yang obeyed but winked at Kurama and Kuwabara as he made his way to his desk. They smiled and shook their heads. "Take out your notes on chapter eight-point-two." Mr. Viffy droned. Binders opened.
"Are we doing a lab today, sir?" Someone asked.
"No."
"Aw! I thought we got to disect something today!" Said another. The class erupted in chatter and Kurama rested his head in his hand and tapped his pen on the desk. Something black passed by the doorway and he loooked up. Nothing. He settled back to tapping impatiently.
"Class, stop arguing with me. I said take out your notes and I want them handed in. We'll see who did their homework." More whining from the class. Kurama took out his notes and made his way to the teacher's counter for the stapler, when he saw a framiliar frame dressed in black standing looking at the classroom number above the doorway.
"Hiei?"
Hiei glanced down recognizing Kurama's head of red hair and blinked. "Is this Mr. Viffy's bio class?" He asked, peering inside. Kurama laughed. "Sure is. Get in here before he sees you hovering in his doorway. He hates that."
"But I'm new." Hiei protested.
"I don't think that will make much of a difference." Kurama led Hiei to the teacher who was busy counting the sheets of paper handed in to him. Kurama cleared his throat, "Sir? This is Hiei, he's new and--"
"I'm sure Hiei can speak for himself, Kurama. Go sit down."
Kurama flushed and handed Mr. Viffy his notes before heading back to his seat. Hiei watched him go, feeling empathetic now, and turned back to the grumpy old man who was his teacher. "Hiei, huh?" The teacher took out an attendance sheet and looked it over. "You got a last name, son?"
"...Tamago."
Seventh period. Finally. Only one more to go after this. Kurama groaned for the sake of making a sound come out of his mouth as he headed down the noisy hallways. Last period was a total snorefest in which he'd managed to sit at his desk and say nothing and do nothing but watch his friends goof off the whole class. He needed to LEARN. There always seemed to be things happening that interfered with his education these days. Teachers fainting for example.
Now it was biology. Another groan escaped him as he entered the classroom; he never learned anything valuable in this class and he found himself reading ahead in the textbook to kill time. He was already ahead of the class by five chapters. His teacher, an older man with a large grey mustache and eyebrows that reminded Kurama -strangely enough- of catterpillars, snapped his attention to the red head. "Mr. Minamino. Problem?" He demanded, pulling down his glasses and peering over their rims at him. Kurama gulped inwardly. Oops. "N-no sir."
"Good. Take a seat."
And that was that. Sitting at his desk, Kurama slugged his backpack over the table and began pulling out his binder and textbook. More of the class piled into the room looking as tired and enthusiastic as he had.The teacher saw this and slammed his text down on the front counter. The sound was deafening and everyone who hadn't seen it coming, jumped. One girl screamed.
"SIT. DOWN." the teacher roared. "And look ALIVE. I don't need any more specimens on my shelves waiting to be disected."
Kurama made a face at the mental image of his bio teacher stuffing his classmates into bottles. Ewwwww.
Kuwabara came in followed by Yang just as the bell rang. They were both laughing about something. Mr. Viffy, their not-so-happy bio teacher, shot them a look that should have blown their heads right off their bodies. "You're LATE gentlemen." Kuwabara dove for his seat next to Kurama. Yang stopped where he was and looked at his watch. "Actually sir, you're early." The class grew painfully silent. Here we go again, they thought. No one in the history of...well, HISTORY had dared challenge Mr. Viffy. No one that is, until Yang came. Mr. Viffy narrowed his eyes at him. "Oh? Mr. Fu. I believe you owe me a detention from yesterday. Care to make that two?"
Yang hifted his backpack on his shoulder, "It's a date!" Some students snickered.
"SIT DOWN, Yang. You're wasting class time."
Yang obeyed but winked at Kurama and Kuwabara as he made his way to his desk. They smiled and shook their heads. "Take out your notes on chapter eight-point-two." Mr. Viffy droned. Binders opened.
"Are we doing a lab today, sir?" Someone asked.
"No."
"Aw! I thought we got to disect something today!" Said another. The class erupted in chatter and Kurama rested his head in his hand and tapped his pen on the desk. Something black passed by the doorway and he loooked up. Nothing. He settled back to tapping impatiently.
"Class, stop arguing with me. I said take out your notes and I want them handed in. We'll see who did their homework." More whining from the class. Kurama took out his notes and made his way to the teacher's counter for the stapler, when he saw a framiliar frame dressed in black standing looking at the classroom number above the doorway.
"Hiei?"
Hiei glanced down recognizing Kurama's head of red hair and blinked. "Is this Mr. Viffy's bio class?" He asked, peering inside. Kurama laughed. "Sure is. Get in here before he sees you hovering in his doorway. He hates that."
"But I'm new." Hiei protested.
"I don't think that will make much of a difference." Kurama led Hiei to the teacher who was busy counting the sheets of paper handed in to him. Kurama cleared his throat, "Sir? This is Hiei, he's new and--"
"I'm sure Hiei can speak for himself, Kurama. Go sit down."
Kurama flushed and handed Mr. Viffy his notes before heading back to his seat. Hiei watched him go, feeling empathetic now, and turned back to the grumpy old man who was his teacher. "Hiei, huh?" The teacher took out an attendance sheet and looked it over. "You got a last name, son?"
"...Tamago."