The bell rings, and the door to the class room opens, and in walks a teacher that no one recognized. He was definitely a looker, with whitish hair, that seemed to have a blue tint. Purple eyes look from the corner of his eyes as he walked to the podium. He was wearing an all black suit, including the button up shirt underneath, with the only color being a red silk tie.<br/><br/>Several of the girls immediately start whispering behind their hands to each other, giggling about how hot the guy was, and wondering how old he was. The man glances over at them, and they giggle even louder, not even trying to hide their glee.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat, he then speaks, while turning to the chalkboard, and writing his name up on it. "My name is Shun Ookami, and I'm going to be your new home room teacher. Also, if any of you have issues that need dealt with, or just want to talk, I'm also one of the counselors here." Placing the chalk down, he wipes his hands on a towel before turning towards them again. "Okay, first things first. Attendance." Picking up a pen, he looks to the paper that was set before him, calling out names, and checking them off as they answered. Every once in a while he would glance up, and when he called Hikari's name, he looks up, but shows no recognition of her from the night before. He simply moves on, landing last on...<br/><br/>"Konjiki no Yami?" He calls, waits a moment, before glancing up. "Konjiki?" The class turn to look where Konji usually sat. Even though he was older, this homeroom had several older students in it. It was a mix of second and third years, other home rooms also had that, some being first and second years. "Looks like he's skipping again sensei!" A student calls. "Yeah, he never comes to homeroom. Ever since school started, I don't think he's come once." Others agree, murmuring. "Well then...that's no good..." He frowns, and marks absent down on the paper. "Well, that's all for now, I'm sure the last teacher here had some sort of assignment you were to work on, so go ahead and work on it." With this, he steps away from the podium, and goes over to the desk, sitting down in the chair, and sighs. He recognized the name Yami...but from where?<br/><br/>Speaking of...<br/><br/>Waking up late and getting up late, Konji got dressed, pulling on his clothes. An alteration to the school uniform, he wore skinny black pants, that had a chain on the pocket and belt loop, a spiked belt, a plain white t-shirt instead of a button up, and a black hooded zip up jacket. In the back pocket of his pants went a rather dangerous looking pocket knife. He made sure that his black tail was wrapped around his waist, and pulls on the black beanie from yesterday.<br/><br/>He wasn't all that hungry, so after making sure his piercings were in place and he had a full pack of cigarettes as well as his lighter, he picks up his keys from the table by the door and leaves, locking the door behind him.<br/><br/>On his motorcycle it didn't take long for him to arrive at the school, though he was sure that class had started, as the gates were closed. That was okay. Parking the motorcycle in a empty lot nearby, he easily vaults the fence, landing nimbly on the other side. Going to a tree that reached all the way up to the school roof, he climbs it, and jumps from a branch to the concrete of the roof. He actually was up on a second roof on the roof, across the one that entered the building, and could see if anyone came outside.<br/><br/>Lighting up a cigarette, he takes a drag of it, breathing out slowly, watching as the smoke drifted away.  He had his earphones on, and he was listening to a song that he associated himself with. It was called Keep Myself Alive, by Get Scared. Why he even bothered with showing up to school was beyond him, he hardly ever went to class. But there he was on the roof....it made no sense.<br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt>knife | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="http://brokenback.ca/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/KC-T273334BK-2.jpg">[ img ]</a></dd></dl><br/><br/><dl class="codebox"><dt>song | <a href="javascript: void(0);" onclick="var spoiler = this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('dd')[0]; if ( spoiler.style.display == 'none' ) { spoiler.style.display = 'block'; this.innerHTML = '-'; } else { spoiler.style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '+'; };">+</a></dt><dd style="display: none;"><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/K-J2rdLkWZw"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/K-J2rdLkWZw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object></dd></dl>