As the headmistress petted the little toaster on it’s head…top…it’s eye went the size of saucers, and it crooned happily at this.

[i]"Toaster-san. You were rendered unconscious by my discipline yesterday. As such, I would like to inform you now that Health Inspector Daichi Kuroki is currently on campus."[/i]

[b]”…”[/b] The Toaster paused for about five minutes, just about to shoot a mini particle beam out a window in blind fury at the mention and thought of such a fiend at this school…but at the suddenness of snapping out of it, and finding the other vice principle in the room, Toaster shot the mini particle beam at Gregory Stein. In pure, mindless, aggressive instinct, the little toaster proceeded to hop up and down on the fallen man’s chest, barking loudly to proclaim his dominance. For the moment, it took the little toaster away from the thought of that FUC%ING DAICHI @$$HOLE FIEND! [b]”RAWR RAWR RAWR RAWR RAWR RAWR!”[/b]

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Finally getting up and out of his room, Aram made his way to the library…before his arm and hand injury, he had planned to make a rather difficult cake for the first class, to show them what they could achieve through hard work and study. Now, it seemed like it’ be extremely difficult, or at least painful, to try it. First class…would just be the boring tool and ingredient lesson, which Aram would need for it.

Making his way down the hall, Aram made his way to the front of the library in time to see a large man punch the library door down, their ninja janitor throwing a smoke bomb…all the good stuff. Flattening himself against the nearest whole and solid wall, the demon perked up his ears and listened in as best he could, rolling the hard candy around his mouth using his tongue.

[b][i]"…cannot teach you…falling...expect to stand up when you are still crumbling away…fall…reach the bottom…teach…”[/i][/b] His ears needed time to adjust after the shock, the booming blast of a punch done by the man.

[i]”…”[/i]

[b][i]"Descendant of the Yakimura-clan! Praise in your work and line of duty! Always remember what you are standing on. The ground, yet not the ground you are standing on...."[/i][/b]

There was a crawling feeling…thinking of what the headmistress had to say yesterday…

[i]"She wouldn't need to be repairing the door if you hadn't broken it! What kind of health inspector ARE you? You're making the school LESS safe!"[/i]

Yes, this must have been the health inspector…it sounded like Miss Begay wasn’t happy about the door, but had to tolerate it as much as she could. Tolerate it, because he was sure anybody would normally start attacking if the man wasn’t who he was. Fixing his clothing, and running a hand through some light tangles of his hair, Aram made his way to the entrance of the library…that is, after waiting a little longer for the smoke to clear up more, and for the mysterious mini earth quake to clear. Leaning down, in what appeared to be an easy-going and nonchalant manner, Aram knocked on a hollow wooden piece of a door in a humorous manner, “Excuse me, Miss Begay? I need the cooking utensil and ingredient textbook…?”