Science I
Ichigaki --- or rather, Igurashi-sensei --- sat organizing papers at his desk, with a slightly smug smirk spread across his face. He glanced from over his desk at the few students who lingered by their desks before the class started. He wondered where his.. murderer... was... that damned child, Urameshi; a small look of disgust enwrapped the small man's face, but he forced himself to shake it, not wanting to blow his cover. This would be theirfirst day of real lessons... and realhomework... Perhaps the students here would serve as fine pawns, like the ones he had so many years ago at the Ankoku Bujutsukai. They seemed none too bright, save for those he immediately recognized as youkai or oni... but it seemed like a worthwhile mission. The school bell chimed, and class began, as he waited for most of his students to rush in...