Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted To You ❯ Bio Class cont'd ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Youko-Kurama 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.22.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 620 | Visits: 663 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.22.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 620 | Visits: 663 | Status: Completed
The old man smirked at the name but wrote it down without saying anything.
"Egg?" Someone echoed, overhearing them. "Your last name is egg?" Laughter.
"You got a first name, Mr. Egg?" Another boy joked.
"Yeah, like 'Scrambled'!" More laughter. Hiei shot his mocker an icy glare from the front of the class. Kurama watched all this from his seat, "Shut up guys." He shouted. Mr. Viffy finished taking attendance and instructed Hiei to sit in the empty desk beside Yang. Hiei removed his binder from his bag and tossed it half-heartedly onto his new desk. Yang eyed the spikey-haired new kid as he flopped down into his seat next to him. Hiei caught his stare. "You got issues?" He demanded. Yang looked away towards Kurama and Kuwabara. Kuwabara was face down in his textbook, asleep. Kurama shrugged. Yang ran his hands up through his shaggy blue hair, causing it to stand on end like Hiei's and made a face for Kurama. Kurama wrote, 'Be Nice' on a peice of paper and held it up for his friend to read. Yang stuck out his tongue. Yang stuck out his tongue.
"I'm not impressed." Remarked the teacher, who was now pacing the front of the class, meter-stick in hands. "I'm not impressed with the amount of effort put into this small homework assignment."
Someone groaned aloud and Mr.Viffy furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not impressed," he repeated, "with your ability to SLEEP THROUGH MY CLASS!" By the end of his sentance, the old man had gone red in the face and slammed down the meter stick on Kurama and Kuwabara's desk. Kurama jumped in his chair. Kuwabara fell right out of his. The large teen blinked, wide-eyed, up at the angry bio teacher, having been instantly awakened the moment the large ruler smacked his desk.
"G-g-gomen nasai, Sensei." He studdered, a big guilty look on his face. Mr. Viffy leaned one arm on Kuwabara's desk and bent over to stare the teen in the eye. "Mr. Kazuma..." Kuwabara sweatdropped. Kurama squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of the oncoming lecture his friend was about to recieve.
"Sir! Question!"
Every eye focused on Yang, who was waving his arms from side to side in the air frantically. Mr. Viffy straightned, allowing Kuwabara to slip back into his seat.
"What now, Mr. Fu?"
"Can I go to the bathroom?" Everyone laughed. Relieved chuckles and giggles filled the room. "No." Replied the old man, heading back to the front counter.
"But SIR!"
Hiei, who was now as far away from Yang as possible, squinted from his end of the desk, annoyed by the boy's whine.
"No."
"SIR! I gotta GO." Yang insisted.
"You can wait. Everyone take out a peice of paper and a--"
"PLEASE SIR! I gotta PEE! Really." More laughter burst from the class.
"Yang, I said no. N-O. Get out some paper, we're taking an overhead note." Click. On came the overhead. An endless stream of letters and words was illuminated before the class, accompanied by more moaning and complaining. One girl banged her head on her desk.
"I. GOTTA. PEE!" Yang sqwaked.
"Oh for god's sake," Hiei shouted to the teacher, "Let the guy take a piss." There was a shocked silence; then: "Go. Make it quick." Mr. Viffy sighed heavily and Yang shot Hiei a greatful look, "Thanks man," and bolted out of the room. Hiei rolled his eyes and began to take the note.
The remainder of the class was spent copying page after page of grueling notes. A few times Kurama would glance over at Hiei and each time Hiei would catch him. Both boys would then look away and pretend to be feverishly writing down words.
TBC
"Egg?" Someone echoed, overhearing them. "Your last name is egg?" Laughter.
"You got a first name, Mr. Egg?" Another boy joked.
"Yeah, like 'Scrambled'!" More laughter. Hiei shot his mocker an icy glare from the front of the class. Kurama watched all this from his seat, "Shut up guys." He shouted. Mr. Viffy finished taking attendance and instructed Hiei to sit in the empty desk beside Yang. Hiei removed his binder from his bag and tossed it half-heartedly onto his new desk. Yang eyed the spikey-haired new kid as he flopped down into his seat next to him. Hiei caught his stare. "You got issues?" He demanded. Yang looked away towards Kurama and Kuwabara. Kuwabara was face down in his textbook, asleep. Kurama shrugged. Yang ran his hands up through his shaggy blue hair, causing it to stand on end like Hiei's and made a face for Kurama. Kurama wrote, 'Be Nice' on a peice of paper and held it up for his friend to read. Yang stuck out his tongue. Yang stuck out his tongue.
"I'm not impressed." Remarked the teacher, who was now pacing the front of the class, meter-stick in hands. "I'm not impressed with the amount of effort put into this small homework assignment."
Someone groaned aloud and Mr.Viffy furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not impressed," he repeated, "with your ability to SLEEP THROUGH MY CLASS!" By the end of his sentance, the old man had gone red in the face and slammed down the meter stick on Kurama and Kuwabara's desk. Kurama jumped in his chair. Kuwabara fell right out of his. The large teen blinked, wide-eyed, up at the angry bio teacher, having been instantly awakened the moment the large ruler smacked his desk.
"G-g-gomen nasai, Sensei." He studdered, a big guilty look on his face. Mr. Viffy leaned one arm on Kuwabara's desk and bent over to stare the teen in the eye. "Mr. Kazuma..." Kuwabara sweatdropped. Kurama squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of the oncoming lecture his friend was about to recieve.
"Sir! Question!"
Every eye focused on Yang, who was waving his arms from side to side in the air frantically. Mr. Viffy straightned, allowing Kuwabara to slip back into his seat.
"What now, Mr. Fu?"
"Can I go to the bathroom?" Everyone laughed. Relieved chuckles and giggles filled the room. "No." Replied the old man, heading back to the front counter.
"But SIR!"
Hiei, who was now as far away from Yang as possible, squinted from his end of the desk, annoyed by the boy's whine.
"No."
"SIR! I gotta GO." Yang insisted.
"You can wait. Everyone take out a peice of paper and a--"
"PLEASE SIR! I gotta PEE! Really." More laughter burst from the class.
"Yang, I said no. N-O. Get out some paper, we're taking an overhead note." Click. On came the overhead. An endless stream of letters and words was illuminated before the class, accompanied by more moaning and complaining. One girl banged her head on her desk.
"I. GOTTA. PEE!" Yang sqwaked.
"Oh for god's sake," Hiei shouted to the teacher, "Let the guy take a piss." There was a shocked silence; then: "Go. Make it quick." Mr. Viffy sighed heavily and Yang shot Hiei a greatful look, "Thanks man," and bolted out of the room. Hiei rolled his eyes and began to take the note.
The remainder of the class was spent copying page after page of grueling notes. A few times Kurama would glance over at Hiei and each time Hiei would catch him. Both boys would then look away and pretend to be feverishly writing down words.
TBC