Back to Class

Jujutsu High, Tokyo, September 22nd 2006...

Within a huge class, lots of discussions and gossips were going on between the students, especially the ladies. From time to time, the have occasional glances to a blonde haired youth sitting and looking outside the window, while his friend sitting next to him grumbled in jealousy.

" Oi Madara, you've gotta stop doing that!" His friend by him, a dark haired relatively handsome youth with a small scar spoke, as he looked at his friend's seemingly distracted look.

" Doing what?" Madara looked at his friend and rolled his eyes.

" You think I don't know what you're doing? You're intentionally looking outside and making that stoic face because it makes you look even more handsome, so the girls look at you." His friend spoke with slight injustice.

" Sigh. When I talk, you have a problem, when I smile, you talk about it, I'm being quiet too, you have something to say. You know what, lemme just put my head on the table and sleep. So that no one sees my handsome face."

Madara rolled his eyes in annoyance and put his head on his table.

" You know Madara is right Ichigo. The reason why the girls don't like you is because you're too carefree. A man should know how to handle himself you know."

A black haired youth sitting in front of them turned around and sneered, which caused Ichigo to facepalm.

" Don't defend him Kurama, and what was that about me being carefree? " Ichigo spoke as the two of them argued and argued.

" Anyway, I heard there's a new teacher coming to class today. " Kurama spoke after a brief minute of silence.

" Why? What happened to our favorite Himura sensei." Ichigo asked in disbelief. " I don't really know the specifics, but I heard he's out on a mission or something like that." Kurama smiled and said.

" Plus I heard the new teacher is a female and she's hot." Kurama added and winked at Ichigo. " Hahaha!! I call dibs on her already." Ichigo laughed out loud and immediately said as Kurama facepalmed. Even Madara who had buried his face within his arms on his table sighed at his friend's antics.

" At this rate, I doubt you're going to get married Ichigo." Madara spoke without lifting his face, as Kurama laughed. " What do you know about gettin married hotshot?! My life would be calm and peaceful and I'll have many children with my wife!" The moment Ichigo said that everyone, especially the girls cringed as they have him weird side eyes which caused him to shut up and sit.

" Hahaha! " Kurama laughed as he looked at Ichigo who looked embarrassed.

...

" Good morning class." A few minutes later, a voice sounded out, before everyone sat up and arranged their desks to greet the new teacher.

Immediately a beautiful and well rounded woman with blonde hair walked into the class, wearing black long pants, a white shirt and a blazer.

" Oh my God, she's so hot." Ichigo had stars in his eyes as he looked at the beautiful lady who had just walked into the class with her handbag.

" Oh my God it's Yuki Tsukumo, Special Grade." Kurama looked shocked while all the boys in the class were completely lovestruck.

All except one. The blonde haired youth who had an unusual " What the hell" expression on his face. Something that was rarely seen.

" Good morning class, I'll be replacing your Himura sense for today. " She smiled and spotted the blondie sitting near the window with an unusual expression.

" Now to all the boys in the class, I have a question? A profound question which most men have failed to answer."

She walked in the class and spoke, occasionally taking glances at the blondie near the window.

" Oh God." Madara facepalmed and immediately looked away, praying not to be chosen to answer this so called profound question.

" The question is what kind of girl is your type?" The moment she said that, almost all of the boys in the class blushed, as the girls smiled wanting to hear their answers eagerly.

" Me me me!!" Ichigo raised up his hands eagerly, wanting to answer the Profound Question first to prove his intelligence to the class.

Madara immediately wanted to hide from all the embarrassment as he covered his face with his palms.

" Okay speedy. You go first." Yuki pointed at Ichigo, while she kept her eyes on Madara who was constantly avoiding her gaze.

" I like tall girls with big boobs and big ass." He spoke without any hint of embarrassment nor shame, and smilingly sat down.

" That's a very great answer. Congratulations speedy, you're one of the first guys to answer the question correctly. Anyone else?" She smiled and walked to him as he patted his shoulder which almost made him blush.

" Okay blondie, why don't you tell us." She then turned to Madara and asked.

" I'd rather not answer the question." He repeated this response for the second time as he turned his head away.

" You know normally guys who have this kind of indifferent attitude, normally have the worst specs in a woman." She smiled and walked away. Immediately Kurama and Madara could feel the gazes of the girls bearing on them in the class, making them extremely uncomfortable.

....

Seated within his garden of solitude, Madara had a peaceful and serene expression on his face, as he enjoyed the cool breeze from the waterfall.

Unknowingly, four months had gone by since he first came to Jujutsu High.

He visualized the majestic hourglass in his inner domain with a lot of sentiment.

" Hourglass, Sands of Time, Great Divination Technique." He murmured in deep thought.

He wondered the extent to which he could grow to if he could successfully master the Technique and be able to utilize the Sands of Time. Just the first four abilities granted to him by the technique was enough for him to be labeled Special Grade.

The first four techniques were the Eternal Blade which could cut through many things and could assume any form based on his imagination. The second was Halt, which allowed him to slow down or completely bring time to a halt. The third was Nightmare, a technique with more demerits than merits.

The merit was that it could grant the user the ability to manifest timelines and pull the opponent's consciousness into a nightmarish timeline where the opponent would relive that event in an instant, as though it were an eternity. The demerits of the technique was that, the user would be granted access to dreams and visions of calamities and evils at any particular point in time about anything.

The last ability was Temporal Distortion. A full on destructive technique which would grant the user the ability to manifest temporal energies to create a sphere or beam of annihilation.

" Even with my abilities, there are still people out there even I don't want to fight. " Madara sighed and opened his eyes.

" I knew I was going to find you here, Mr. Uchiro." Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice from behind which him groan in annoyance.

" What is it now?" Madara sighed. With this particular person around, his days in Jujutsu High would not be peaceful.

Yuki ignored his annoyance and sat beside him before unwrapping a stack of dishes.

" I brought you something to eat." She said as she opened the lids of the bowls revealing well cooked rice, meat, vegetables and some soup. " Even someone as powerful as you needs to eat right?" She spoke and handed him chopsticks forcefully.

" I never said I was hungry." Madara shook his head, however after glancing once at the food, he had to admit it looked good.

Turning around, he saw Yuki's face twisting murderously before he surrendered.

" Fine Fine. I'll eat it, only because you made it." He sighed and picked up the bowl of rice, placed some meat over a portion and ate gracefully.

" Is it good?" She asked with a smile, as Madara rolled his eyes and eventually nodded.

" You really like to play hard to get Mr. Uchiro." She spoke as Madara gave her the " What are you talking about face."

" You know what I mean." She smiled and moved closer to him.

" I'm only 16." Madara gulped the food in his mouth rapidly, as Yuki moves closer to him, before he spoke after clearing his throat.

" Age is just a number Madara." She spoke after which she picked up a piece of tissue paper to wipe the stains off his lips.

" I can do it myself." He tried taking the tissue paper from her however she rejected and insisted on doing it herself.

Sighing, Madara could only sit there as she moved closer and closer until their faces were quite close to each other and their noses were touching, as she gently wiped the stains of his lips.

" Am I beautiful?" She asked after wiping the stains of his lips and asked still maintaining the close distance between them.

" You are." Madara maintained eye contact and spoke matter of factly, as she initiated contact first, her hands gently caressing his cheek. Just as their lips were about to make contact, Madara heard a very familiar voice which scared the shit out of him.

" Ma??!!!" Turning around, he saw his mum squinting her eyes, as his Dad smiled and nodded, giving him the " well done boy" look.