Disclaimer: I don't own original characters from Shugo Chara and don't own the original plot of the Gokusen.
Note to the Readers: So, I could give you every excuse in 'the book' for not updating but honestly speaking: my emotional instability has almost killed me o.o... anyway, but I'm running out of ideas: so I'm going to re-write this story, starting from this chapter. c: ~ but, I'm going to switch it up~! Hope you enjoy! Technically, it'd change the title ;D.
Walking down the hallway the handsome young adult receives many stares. "Did you hear? He's our new teacher, for our room: 2E! He's such a hottie!" a girl says with a gigantic smile on her face. This handsome, nouveau, sensei is the mere age of 18. He got out of high school early and earned his years in college for his music career.
Though, no one realizes that it's 'Midnight Neko', since he 'has' black hair and blue eyes; lies~ they're colored contacts and a black wig. His name is Ikuto Tsukiyomi. He sings the songs that he writes, plays the violin, and composes piano pieces.
His true appearance is just as attractive as his faux appearance; if not, more. Ikuto has burnished indigo colored hair that looks flawless. His eyes are a captivating amethyst hue. He is fairly tall being 6'2, and has a slender yet slightly muscular appearance.
Yet Ikuto is not looking forward to having girls fawning over his appearance left and right. The boys, they tend to get pissed and angry that he "gets" all the chicks. Wrong - he doesn't get the chicks, he merely attracts their attention.
He strides into the classroom a bit early, primarily to prepare himself for the uproar of fangirls. He learned to kindly get them quiet, and he does get strict if they fail to comply to his expectations. Glancing at the clock, he sighs; three minutes left. Closing his eyes he tries to relax, and he also has to make sure his identity won't slip out.
Ring! The sound of footsteps is heard from the hallway and Ikuto plasters a friendly smile on his face. 'Don't want to scare anyone away. Sometimes my mysterious, quiet personality scares people' he
surmises in his head. Ahead of time, Ikuto already wrote his name on the board: 'Mr. Tsukiyomi'.
"Good Morning, Mr. Tsukiyomi" Almost every single girl comes up to him: greeting him with either a friendly, or seductive smile. Every girl, except for one, he noticed. The one girl who didn't has a nonchalant, dazed expression on her face. She has bubblegum pink colored hair and honey brown colored orbs. She gives off a vibe like a tomboy, yet a bit girly deep down.
'Finally, someone who's not going to drool all over me. However, I wonder if I could get her to like me?' he ponders. He mentally reprimands himself, though - realizing his relationship as being her teacher.
"Alright class. I hope we can all get along fine. I'm Mr. Tsukiyomi. You may call me Mr. T, Mr. Tsukiyomi, sensei, or anything of the sort. Now, I'm a fairly easygoing teacher: that doesn't mean you're going to get away with mischief and conflict. You will behave like civilized young adults, am I understood?" Ikuto says with a bright smile. The majority of the class replies 'Yes, Mr. Tsukiyomi' in unison. All with the exception of her.
That pinkette is merely staring out the window in her secluded area. He doesn't bother to directly inquire 'do you understand' to her. "Well next I'm going to take roll, so pay attention so I don't mark you absent, alright? Okay" he says.
"Nadeshiko Fujisaki?" he calls out. She's here.
"Nagihiko Fujisaki?" he's here.
"Amu Hinamori?" he calls. "here" he hears the pinkette answer: completely uninterested. He conceals the urge to smile upon learning her name. 'Amu eh?' he thinks.
"Utau Hoshina?" she's here.
"Tadase Hotori" he's here.
"Rima Mashiro" She's here.
"Kukai Souma" he's here.
"Kairi Sanjo" he's here.
"And lastly, Yaya Yuiki" he says: "YAHOO~!" she says in a cheerful baby like voice. This makes the class chuckle a little bit.
Class goes by swiftly, but Ikuto can't stop thinking about Amu. There's something about her that interests him. He can't quite identify what. Maybe it's because her detachment from her surroundings, mysterious and unique personality, remind him of himself. No, he's not saying he's falling in love with himself. He thinks they'll be able to get along easily. If only she sang, that would be like a dream for him. Singing is his passion, as is the violin and piano. He would play either the piano or the violin, and then she would accompany the song with the beautiful sound of her voice.
He felt uncanny; scrutinizing her actions whenever the class is occupied in their learning. Before class ends, Ikuto notices her glancing downward at her lap: a shining light illuminating in her face. "Miss Hinamori-San, would you like to inform us as to why you are using an electronic device in my classroom?" he says sternly, but not too loudly.
"It's a free country" she retorts coolly, making the class 'ooh' with awe. "That's true, but this is my classroom. Please put it away, and don't let me catch you using it again, or I'll confiscate it: and you'll have to retrieve it afterschool" he advocates. "I'm so frightened. I'm sure no one in here is interested in your boring lectures and lessons" she says with a bitter smile. Ikuto sighs and Yaya interrupts "I'm interested in you, Mr. Tsukiyomi" Yaya says childishly. "I-I mean with your lesson!" she adds in defensively with a crimson blush on her face.
"Oh, please. Obviously she, and other girls, are only interested in your appearance, but that's ridiculous." she adds in. "That's it. Detention afterschool. You're lucky I don't give you a referral for being disrespectful." he says with a dissatisfied frown. The class chuckles, and she groans with impatience.
So what's going to happen after school? Find out, maybe. Review and let me know if you liked the 'twist' If you did, I'll continue it. If not, I'll delete this chapter and instead continue with the old plot.