Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Cuz I Don't Know Which Way To Go ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

The students' mutters and whispers halted once the large steel doors slammed open, the sound ringing throughout the dark dungeon. A man of short status strode in, his authority and pride evident in his every step. Fiery red eyes held a glare that seemed reflect an invisible bonfire in the specks of maroon. His hair, ebony, azure and white, flowed back into of flame of its own while short raven bangs overlapped a white bandana. The burst of snow-colored strands made the whole bunch the fire it was.

He stopped in the front of the class, his back to the students. His right arm rose beside him for a moment and then he flicked his bandaged wrist. The mammoth doors slammed shut, the sound booming and echoing off the walls. Dropping his black-sleeved and talisman-covered arm back to his side, he made the final yard to his desk, and stopped again.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he spun around, letting his midnight cloak settle back into place around him. Almost every teen flinched at the look in his horrifying crimson eyes; there was none. At least, none that they could describe.

The professor sneered at the 20 witches and wizards. He scanned the room like a hawk on the hunt. No one had enough nerves to look him in the eye.

“I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. If any of you ningens have any common sense,” he hissed in a cold tone, “I won't have to tell you my name.” He nodded his head to his desk in a subtle manner. While a little more than half the class was petrified at the darkness in their professor's tone and air, the rest glanced at his desk in the most unnoticeable manner as possible. On his desk was a solid stone, rectangular prism with a name engraved in it:

Hiei Jaganshi

The seven “brave” students gazed at the smooth rock. Never had they ever seen such a stone! It sparkled so much they had to look away. The ebony tablet, with its random mix of crimson, shone out of the professor's character and yet still kept his ice-cold darkness and blackened mystery.

“I have Gryffindor and Slytherin 6th years today, if I'm not mistaken.” Professor Jaganshi muttered to himself. A young man in the front row heard and his icy-blue eyes flashed.

“What? Having trouble remembering what your job is, short stuff?” he asked, sneering. Hiei pointed a vicious glare at the young man.

“Your name.” he demanded. Not asked, demanded.

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” The teen answered darkly. Hiei smirked a fourth of a smirk. The kid couldn't pull off a dark tone quite well.

Hiei's glare intensified 10-fold and was aimed at Malfoy's head. Instantly, his white hair became a burning hot, white flame that made the rest of the rows around him begin to sweat. Malfoy, on the other hand, started screaming like a little school girl. A majority of the class laughed, especially a group of three Gryffindors.

“That, humans, is a technique called Blancohi. You will only need to be aware of this when you are around hi-youkai or very experienced wizards that specialize in pyromancy.” Professor Jaganshi informed his class. Just as he was about to hold out his right arm, a hand shot up from a student. Hiei nodded his head in the witch's direction.

“Excuse me, sir, but what are hi-youkai? Also, I've never heard of Blancohi.” the bushy-haired girl explained.

“Your name.” Hiei stated.

“Hermione Granger, Professor.”

“Miss Granger, if you knew any nihongo, then you wouldn't need to ask what a hi-youkai is. I'd be, truly, impressed if you'd ever heard of Blancohi before this.”

“PROFESSOR!!” Malfoy whined. Hiei rolled his eyes, held out his arm, and pointed his index and middle finger at the flames.

“Moras hi.” he whispered and the white flames dispersed. Malfoy, who was dripping in sweat, had a horror-stricken expression plastered on his face. Professor Jaganshi's bandana glowed in the middle in an eye-shape briefly.

He half-smirked.

“Your homework for tonight will be to define all the key terms in Chapter 21 of your books and in your own words. The assignment will be due Wednesday. The day after tomorrow, Longbottom.” Hiei instructed, the spot-on-(or rather under) his-bandana's glow fading.

The bell rang, and the students hustled out, one blushing from embarrassment.

“Except for Miss Rei.” Hiei stated once he saw the speck of blue flash. A young girl halted, and turned to him with peeved amethyst eyes. They waited till everyone was gone.

“Hiei, what were you thinking?!” she shouted.

“Unlike you, onna, I think a lot.” Hiei retored. Botan groaned, her palm to her forehead.

“Why did you set that young man's hair on fire?!” she yelled. Hiei's eyes carried no emotion.

“Punishment.” he said simply.

“Hiei! You can't do that!”

“I'm the professor, Miss Rei.”

“Hiei, we are on a mission!” Botan screeched.

“You're going to be late for the fox's class.” Hiei stated. Botan gasped and glared at Hiei before rushing to Herboligy.

 

“Good morning, class!” a red-haired man greeted. All the Gryfinndors and the Slytherin females answered back. The emerald-eyed professor smiled warmly to his students. “I am Professor Kurama Youko, your new Herboligy teacher. Professor Sprout has fallen very ill and won't be back for a long while.” Professor Youko informed with an apologetic smile.

“Th-that's okay! She was really strict!” a girl argued.

“Strange, when I spoke with her in the hospital wing just a few days before she was transported to St. Mundungus, she was very informative and quite nice.” Kurama clarified. “Well, anyway, onto our lesson for today.” he added with another kind smile.

Kurama put his right hand in his hair and took out a pitch-black seed and a hair band.

“Those with long hair are required to pull it back.” he told his class. All the girls and a couple of boys did so. One girl had some trouble considering that her hair was both thick and bushy. Kurama watched in amazement as the girl muttered a few words, moved her wand a bit, and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. He then smiled.

So this was Hermione Granger. Yes, he'd heard to expect sky-high grades from her and one of her friends who specialized in this subject.

“Class,” Professor Youko began, “can anyone tell me what this seed will become?” He held up the black seed that didn't reflect the bright sun shining right on it. A gasp came from the Gryffindor side.

“It's a Devil's Snare seed!” she blurted. Instantly her hands covered her mouth. Kurama smiled at her and the semi-petrified students.

“Very good, miss,”

“Granger, sir. Hermione Granger.”

“Very good Miss Granger. 100 points to Gryffindor! Just, next time, raise your hand so I know who blurted out the answer.” Professor Youko congratulated. Hermione blushed and a red-head boy next to her sent a small glare in Kurama's direction.

Kurama ignored it and smiled as he put the seed in a medium-sized pot of soil. The boy reminded him only slightly of his hi-koorime friend; protective of his loved-ones.

“As Miss Granger said, the seed was Devil's Snare. I've just placed it in this pot so that we may make observations of its growth.” Professor Youko explained.

“Why would we want to study a killer-plant?!” a boy from Slytherin shouted.

“Your name, please.” Kurama stated calmly. The teen rolled his eyes in a way that told Kurama that he'd been through this before.

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” he recited.

“Mister Malfoy, unlike your previous teacher, Professor Jaganshi, I will not set any part of you on fire. I will, however,” Kurama informed, “make you look like a fool.” Malfoy sneered at him.

“How?” he hissed. Ah, so much like Hiei.

“In your first year, you learned about Devil's Snare, reviewed it in your 3rd and 5th years, and yet you still don't know that this plant is only a killer if you panic.” Professor Youko explained nonchalantly. Malfoy turned a bright shade of red at this. Then a Gryffindor boy raised his hand. “Yes?” Kurama asked.

“Neville Longbottom, sir. Um, I was wondering, uh, how are we gunna make it, uh, grow?” Neville asked. Kurama chuckled.

“Watch.” he said simply. While 98% of the class watched in anticipation, Professor Youko placed his pointer fingertip on the soil in which the Devil's Snare seed was buried. He closed his calm eyes and concentrated his energy into the plant.

It began to grow.

 

“Wow! First a Basilisk-of-a-teacher, and then a professor who could manipulate plants!” Ron exclaimed excitedly.

“So, you approve of our D.A.D.A. teacher?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“Bloody hell, yeah! He set Malfoy's hair on fire!” Ron's over-excitement was starting to scare Harry and Hermione.

“What I find weird is that both the new professors look our age!” Harry cut in.

“Yes, I did notice that.” Hermione added.

“What about Jaganshi? That glowing thing was weird!!” Ron stated.

“I'll look up on that. It looked as if there was an eye on his forehead and that bandana was covering it up.” Hermione said.

“Maybe he is part Basilisk! He covers up that eyes so that we can't look in it and die!”

“Ron, I believe that he's not human, but I doubt he's a Basilisk.”

“He could be! That could be what hi-youkai means!”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Well, you guys can ask him because there he is.” Harry informed. Ron and Hermione's heads snapped in front of them and sure enough, Professor Jaganshi was striding towards them, his cold eyes closed.

“You better start on your assignment, Potter, Weasly, Granger.” he said as he walked right past them.

“Y-y-yes, sir!” Hermione replied as she spun around.

“You needn't `ve answered, Miss Granger.” Professer Jaganshi clarified behind them. He then flitted off swiftly.

“Wow.” Ron finally said after 30 seconds of silence.

“Yeah.” Harry agreed.

“Did he just Apparate?! On school grounds?!” Hermione shouted. That statement just made Harry and Ron even more confused.

 

“Urameshi!” Kuwabara shouted. A chocolate-eyed, greasy-haired teen looked over his shoulder at the carrot-top speeding towards him.

“What's up, Kuwabara?” Yusuke asked. Kuwabara stopped next to him and caught his breath.

“The shrimp's our teacher!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, you didn't know that? Defense Against the Dark Arts. The subject fits `im.” Yusuke replied calmly.

“And so is Kurama!”

“Herboligy. Fits him, too.”

“Why are you so calm today?!”

“I dunno. I guess Hiei's attitude's gotten to me.”

“How?”

“You ever seen him so dark? It's gunna get worse, I bet.” Yusuke answered gravely.

“Oh, that's right.” Kuwabara realized. “Now yer gonna get me depressed!” he shouted.

“Professor Jaganshi's gotten to you guys, too?” an unfamiliar voice asked. Both Reikai Tentai turned and saw a group of three Gryffindors—two boys, one girl—there.

“Yeah, he always has.” Yusuke muttered.

“You've known him before now?” the boy with glasses asked. Kuwabara glared at the uncaring Yusuke. Yusuke didn't notice though.

“On the train.” he replied calmly.

“What about Professor Youko?” the red-head guy asked. Yusuke heaved a sigh.

“Train.” he said dully.

“You sound sick, are you alright?” Hermione asked.

“No. Hi—er, Professor Jaganshi's just a pes—” Yusuke began but was interrupted.

“Professor Jaganshi's a what, Yusuke Urameshi?” the dark, threatening tone of the voice made Yusuke shiver. He looked behind him and saw his short friend, glaring deathly at him.

“Uh, uh, uh…you're…a pest?” Yusuke asked more than said. Hiei's glare got colder.

“Detention, detective. In my classroom at dinner; you will be staying the whole time.” He stated icily. Yusuke's blood seemed to start boiling off the charts.

“Hey, shrimp-boat! You can't do that!” Kuwabara shouted. Hiei smirked subtly then frowned.

“You wish to join the detective? Then you shall.” he ordered. Then he turned his attention to the group of three. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked peeved at him. “You three will receive the same fate if you even try to bring them food. That goes for all Gryfinndors as well.”

Hiei then flitted off once more, leaving the five students staring at the spot where he once stood.