History - Week 1 - Semester 1 [Closed]

[ibiki_kun]

Teacher: Ibiki Morino
Class: History
Periods: All.
Grades: All.

Ibiki was perhaps slightly sadistic. No one was entirely sure - after all, how can you tell if a burn victim is a sadist or a masochist? - but few doubted that he took absolutely no pleasure in watching students come to uncomfortable realizations

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[suntoasted]

To Tenten's surprise... She was actually early. Tenten smiled proudly as Ibiki-sensei announed she was on time. She seated herself and took out all her school needs, secretly popping a pink bubble gum in her mouth, wondering if she can ever think of a way to ditch history. Thinking about last time's marks, she shruddered as she mentally saw a big, bold, red, 'D-' on her paper. Can't afford to skip, CAN'T skip. She thought about how Ibiki-sensei deal with her if she's ever ditched class.

Took a seat that's near windows, she began to withdraw her slips just as Ibiki-sensei had demanded.

BLUE.

Her eyes gazed around.

[ibiki_kun]

Ibiki's eyes rested briefly on Tenten, noting with satisfaction that she was, indeed, in class, and flitting through what he remembered of her from last year. She would merit some watching, but not terribly much. He noted the color of her slip. Blue.

Better for her - in a fashion. His gaze wandered.

[ibiki_kun]

"Congratulations class," Ibiki said, "Everyone who drew blue is dead." He allowed a brief moment for indrawn breath, and continued blithle, "In the black plauge, you would have been boil-ridden and buried in mass graves by the few left standing if your body wasn't allowed to rot where it had fallen. In the second world war, you would have been the Russians armed with bayonets and pitchforks sent to fight tanks and machine guns on unfamiliar, flat turf. Today, you would be the cancer patients diagnosed in stage three and beyond." Ibiki smiled. It was a frightening affair. "All except for you, Deidara-san. You, you're the lucky survivor. The one who kept a clean house and regular bathing habits enough to premept the fleas in Europe, when two thirds of the country died. The man rich enough to send another into battle to die instead of him. The patient diagnosed early enough to survive past the first five years." He tapped his fingers on the desk. "Since everyone else in class has been so kind as to die off, Deidara-san, I

[suntoasted]

Tenten cursed mutely, resisting the sweet, sweet temptation to skip the next history class. She mentally slapped herself. DEAD, On the first day of class, Tenten bet she gave Ibiki-sensei a stupid impression of herself. She can be smart. And she will be. Tenten took a short glance at Deidara, he was smirking wildly.

Should Tenten give up? She still have other classes that she might pass...

Nahh... She is not the kind that give up easily. She's passing history, and she is SURE of it.

But first... Tenten spit out the pink pastel bubble gum and stuck it under the desk.

[yukiko_no_haku]

Haku smiled politely, watching his history teacher survey the students. He had glanced around earlier at the few students who were there, and had decided it was best not to sit in the back, like he wanted. No, he couldn't be un-social, not if he wanted to graduate. So he sat in the far left corner of the second row, next to a few androgynous girls. He pushed a bang out of his face, though it simply fell back. Pulling out his black spiral notebook, he opened it up and wrote his name on the corner.
Listening to Ibiki-sensei talk about class. Haku nodded, eyes closed, to respond and pulled out a small slip of blue paper.
Taking it in both hands, he folded it in half, creasing it neatly with freshly-painted fingernails.

[ibiki_kun]

Ibiki noted the color of Haku's slip as well, nodding contently to himself.

Good.

Though that nail polish simply wasn't Ibiki's style... He shook off the thought.

[ibiki_kun]

"Congratulations class," Ibiki said, "Everyone who drew blue is dead." He allowed a brief moment for indrawn breath, and continued blithle, "In the black plauge, you would have been boil-ridden and buried in mass graves by the few left standing if your body wasn't allowed to rot where it had fallen. In the second world war, you would have been the Russians armed with bayonets and pitchforks sent to fight tanks and machine guns on unfamiliar, flat turf. Today, you would be the cancer patients diagnosed in stage three and beyond." Ibiki smiled. It was a frightening affair. "All except for you, Deidara-san. You, you're the lucky survivor. The one who kept a clean house and regular bathing habits enough to premept the fleas in Europe, when two thirds of the country died. The man rich enough to send another into battle to die instead of him. The patient diagnosed early enough to survive past the first five years." He tapped his fingers on the desk. "Since everyone else in class has been so kind as to die off, Deidara-san, I

[yukiko_no_haku]

Haku kept his small smile up, watching the teacher almost intently. He cocked his head to the side as he continued on about death, not seeming to register the significance.
At the end of Ibiki-sensei's small speech, he nodded in conclusion.

Yes, Haku liked this teacher. He liked him very much.

[dancingsakura]

Sakura took a deep sigh of relief that she had gotten to class one minute before it started. She knew she could improve on her time management, but she was proud of how she handled the few minutes she had had after hurrying from the dance studio. Still catching her breath she nervously looked around before pulling out the paper. It was blue. Was that good or bad? She looked around carefully out of her peripheral vision to see many students pull out navy slips as well. But that didn't make her any less nervous about what to expect.

[ibiki_kun]

Ibiki noted Sakura's paper as well. She looked a bit nervous, but he preferred that - nervousness normally listened carefully to make sure they knew what was going on. Confidence... Confidence often marched with Ego, and Ego... Ego was irksome.

[dancingsakura]

Sakura finished her scan of her peers and noticed her teacher's eyes on her paper. Gathering the courage to glance up at his fearsome personage she paled at the expression on his face and swallowed hard. What was he thinking? And did she actually want to know?

[ibiki_kun]

The answer was probably no. Ibiki's gaze was locked onto Deidara at that point. Then he spoke

[explosiveart]

Deidara sat hunched over his desk, molding a bit of green clay into a fern, a gift for Zetsu. He largely ignored Ibiki, after all, he didn't really care about this class. So long as he passed it, that's all that mattered. Yeah. But his teacher's reference to him, caught his attention, and he looked up only to meet the burned man's gaze. He stared back, plastering a blank expression on his face and eyes, not turning his focus away. It was a game, who could last longer in this staring contest? Eyes never moving away, he slipped his hand into his desk and felt the coarse paper beneath his calloused pads. The blonde slowly pulled it out and placed it beside the finished fern.

It was red.

[ibiki_kun]

Ibiki held Deidara's gaze, not even so much as twitching when he suspected a student waited outside the closed doors. Only one thing outside of Deidara's insolence registered

[explosiveart]

As Ibiki spoke about the unfortuneate blue-carded students, Deidara quirked an eyebrow as he held his teacher's gaze. What was the old man planning? When he saw the smile that looked far too eerie to be a good thing Deidara narrowed his eyes, but continued staring. At first, a small smirk tugged at his own lips, but as the bandanaed man thanked the rest of the students for dying, Deidara knew something was very very wrong. And about to be dropped on him faster than a backfiring Roman candle. He was right. He felt the light warmth fade from his cheeks, most likely taking his slightly tan complexion with it. He'd be sure to let his friends know to get to clas early and find the blue-paper desks.

All except for Shisui. He'd probably love to be the student helper. Yeah.

[ibiki_kun]

Ibiki noted the fading color on Deidara's face. Sure, once the blonde picked up on the fact that working underneath a teacher could lead to crude forms of power abuse...

...But it also meant he'd have to show up to history each day. In the end, this was what Ibiki most cared about. That... And the iron maiden in his living room at home.

[canine_shinobi]

Kiba ran smack into the door as Ibiki closed it, and muffled his curses as he tried to staunch his bleeding nose with a sleeve. With a soft growl and a slight inward sigh, he realized that his first class of his first day of his first year in this school had started off wonderfully badly. Damnit.

[ibiki_kun]

Ibiki was in his moment, temporarily ignoring the fact (though he knew well who was missing) his classroom lacked a full student body... And thus, several of those whom would be learning underneath him this semester.

[canine_shinobi]

ENtered the classroom,trying not to distrub it any more than he already had, looking around for an empty seat he could slink into. Finding one in the middle row, third from the right, he walked to it as unobtrusively as Kiba can. Which isn't very much.