The Monk Cracks Down
Chapter One

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gravitation. This includes it's characters, plot ideas, et cetera. I am not making any money off of this fic nor do I take credit for the work of Gravitation so please do not sue.
WARNING: This fic contains shounen-ai (quite obviously), also known as male x male or boy loving boy.
RATING: This fic is rated K+ unless otherwise indicated.
CHAPTERS: This is chapter one of five.
NOTES: Each chapter represents a day gone by, in case you didn't relize that.
PAIRINGS: This is a Yuki x Shuichi fic and it will focus on no other pairings.

Allow Me To Introduce, For Your Entertainment...
Monday

Literature Room

Shuichi sat back in his chair, waiting for the much too old literature teacher to shuffle her way to class. He looked at the time; she was ten minutes late so far. Soon it would be a record. Shuichi wasn't expecting it though; she came scuffling in ten minutes late to class every morning and not a minute before or after.

Shuichi took his mind off the teacher and turned it back onto the paper sitting on his desk. He bit into his pencil eraser, trying to think of something to add to the lines of words appearing on the paper.

"Shuichi," Hiro whispered in the seat next to his best friend, "Those aren't the same lyrics you've been working on for over a week, are they?"

"So what if they are?" Shuichi answered the student in an irritated fashion. He wanted to finish these lyrics, they were driving him crazy.

"Look Shuichi," Hiro tried to explain, "You should really pay attention more. If you fail this class there'll be no graduating and that means another year before our careers as musicians take off."

"Don't worry so much," Shuichi shrugged off, "The old bat doesn't notice anything. I'm doing fine in this class."

"But Shuichi," Hiro whispered, leaning closer to the boy, "Haven't you heard? There's a rumor going around that Miss Parks died in her sleep last night. Everyone's saying the board director's nephew is coming in to be her replacement. Do you understand that? The guy's definitely going to be a real hard ass if his uncle is the school board director."

Shuichi scoffed, trying to concentrate on his lyrics, "Since when have you listened to rumors? That old geezer will never die. Don't worry so much."

Just as Shuichi turned back to his work he saw two people walk in the room out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't long after that the squeals and hurried whisperings of all the girls sitting in the room could be heard by all the classrooms located a hundred meters away.

Shuichi looked up, wanting to know what had caused the unwanted noise that distracted him from his important work of art. As soon as Shuichi saw what he was looking for his mouth dropped open.

In front of the class stood what looked like a foreigner. It was a blonde haired, hazel eyed, smooth and pale-faced male, looking around the room with narrowed eyes.

Shuichi continued his explorations past the face. The man was wearing a dress shirt with no tie and black, ironed pants. The top two buttons of the shirt were undone, revealing his smooth, pale skin underneath. Shuichi couldn't really see much through the man's clothing, but what he did see he savored. The man was very good looking, to say the least. Shuichi couldn't blame the girls for going frantic, though he did wish they'd stop.

"May I have your attention class?" the female principal yelled over the class that was making quite a bit of noise at this point. "This is Yuki-Sensei," she explained, pointing at the strange young man everyone already had their eyes fixated on, "He'll be your new literature teacher until we can find someone else to fill the job."

"Where's Miss Parks?" called an undefined student in the middle of the desks. Apparently this kid hadn't heard the news. Either that or he just didn't believe it.

The principal looked down, waiting a few moments after the class quieted down again to begin explaining. "Miss Parks was found passed away this morning," she said in a quiet voice, "We plan on holding a memorial service on Thursday."

Shuichi rolled his eyes. It was Monday today and he knew that within four days the entire school would be too drowned in homework and the latest gossip to even remember Miss Parker once taught literature in this classroom.

"But please," the principal continued. Shuichi stopped his train of thought when he realized the woman was still talking. "Let's all welcome Yuki-Sensei today. Mr. Yuki is a renowned writer in the United States of America, so we are all very lucky to have him here with us for a couple of weeks."

Shuichi could have sworn he saw the new teacher shoot the principal a look. His mouth almost fell open at the very idea of it. No one in the school had ever looked at the principal with anything but well masked emotions hidden behind a wall respect.

Principal Vicine was in her early thirties and very pretty to anyone who had never had an actual conversation with her, though to anyone who was unfortunate enough to have talked to her she was anything but. She was way too strict, giving detentions to even people with undone shoelaces. She was blunt in her actions, never the type of woman to beat around the bush. If you were fat she would call you fat, and she did. Not only was she blunt, she was critical too. Shuichi couldn't remember how many times she had caught him writing lyrics and had gone out of her way to make sure every person within hearing distance knew how crappy they were.

"Well Yuki-Sensei," Principal Vicine was saying with a well-placed smile on her face, "I'll just leave the class to you, shall I?"

"If you want any work done, I'd suggest it," Yuki replied with an unwavering gaze.

The principal visibly tensed for a moment before she broke into a smile. "Of course, always one to get down to business, that's what I like about you. Well," she said, making her way out the door, "I'll just check in on you later then, shall I?"

Yuki gave out a giant sighed and relaxed his shoulders, glad that the principal had finally left him alone. She had been flirting with him during the entire tour of the school and he was getting damn tired of it.

"Is something wrong, Yuki-Sensei?" a girl asked. Yuki had no idea which one.

Yuki mentally groaned when he looked around the room. Jesus in Heaven, he despised Japan. Everyone was wearing the same uniform even though this was a public school and everyone had the same color of hair.

Yuki mentally groaned a second time. He hated not having something to identify people with, he was bad with faces and it normally helped when he thought of their hair color. In Japan everyone had the same black hair, so here his tactic wouldn't work.

Yuki halted his continuing gaze over the room when he stopped over a pink head. Well, this was certainly something new. At least this one would be easy to remember.

"Are you really a renowned writer, Yuki-Sensei?" an unidentified girl interrupted his thoughts.

"That's what my editor keeps telling me," Yuki answered, hoping to give her an evil enough glare that the rest of the class stopped asking stupid questions.

"Are you really going to only be here a couple weeks?" another female voice asked in much the same fashion as the one before.

Yuki gave a grunt and mentally yelled at his plan for not working. "A few weeks?" he asked, "Believe me, Kiddies, I'm leaving this God forsaken country by the end of the week. You can bet all your lunch money on that."

Later On

"What's up?" Yuki interrupted his lesson to ask, using American slang and bringing his face so close to the pink haired student their foreheads were millimeters from touching.

"Huh?" asked a startled Shuichi, raising his head up so fast his head hit with Yuki's.

"Ow!" Shuichi said immediately afterwards while Yuki just hissed because of the slight pain.

"I'd appreciate it if you would follow the lesson," Yuki said to the student, glaring at him through his hazel eyes. "Unless you think that what you're doing is more important," he offered as an after thought.

"It is more important," said Shuichi bravely. Though in his case, as both Hiro and the rest of the class knew, Shuichi's bravery was more than likely just stupidity.

"Fine then," Yuki offered, "By all means, please tell us what is so important."

"My lyrics," Shuichi answered, handing them to the teacher.

Yuki read them, narrowing his eyes even more in distaste. "These are supposed to be lyrics?" he asked in a quiet voice to only Shuichi, "This is complete crap. These lyrics have no depth. My five year old nephew could write better than this."

Shuichi was motionless, completely shocked into silence. Sure people had told him his lyrics needed improvement, hell, the principal shouted it almost everyday. There was something about her criticism that didn't cut him like Yuki's had, however. The principal had made fun of his lyrics simply as a way of showing off her power. Yuki, on the other hand, had told him quietly, as if he didn't want to embarrass him, as if writing his lyrics was enough punishment for someone to endure for the day.

Shuichi stared at the man as he went back to his lesson, not really paying attention to what he was saying. Shuichi was angry…not too mention hurt. He just had to make these lyrics perfect and prove this man wrong.

Lunch

"He's a stuck up, worthless, old fart who wouldn't know good writing if it came up and bit him on the ass," Shuichi complained about his new literature teacher, taking a seat across from Hiro and setting his lunch tray down.

"You're just sore because the dude didn't like the lyrics you were writing," Hiro assumed.

"That's not true at all!" Shuichi burst out while taking in a spoon full of the green slop that was on his tray, causing it to spray all over his best friend's face.

"Watch it, will you Shuichi?" Hiro asked, grabbing a napkin sitting on the side of his tray, "I kind of like this face and there's no telling how acidic this food may be."

"Sorry Hiro," Shuichi apologized, smiling across the table at his friend, "But what else do you expect when you're over there dissing my lyrics?"

"I was not," Hiro contradicted, "What are you talking about? All I said was that Yuki-Sensei didn't like your writing. I never said I didn't like it."

"Oh, so that really happened, huh?" Shuichi asked, looking down at his mystery meal. He had been hoping that the experience was just some kind of weird dream he had gotten when he had fallen asleep during the literature class.

"What?" Hiro laughed, "You think it was a dream, or something?"

Shuichi blushed. Not wanting to give his friend a straight and concrete answer he simply shoveled the food on his tray into his mouth.

"You did?" Hiro asked, immediately jumping to the conclusion that Shuichi hadn't wanted him to jump to. Hiro almost fell out of his chair he was laughing so hard, "I can't believe you! Hoping you had a dream about Yuki-Sensei! How naughty of you Shuichi-Chan!"

Shuichi gagged upon hearing Hiro's little joke. He retched over to his left, spitting out all the now spit drenched goo all over the one and only Yuki.

"Yuki!" Shuichi cried after realizing what he had done. He was so surprised at the teacher's appearance he forgot to add 'sensei' to the end of his name.

Yuki just glared, clearly disgusted at the turn of events.

"N-nice to see you outside of class, Sensei," Hiro put in, trying to lighten the mood and perhaps lighten his friend's term in detention.

Yuki glared at the person sitting across from Shuichi, not quite remembering him. Fortunately he was saved from having to say anything by the principal storming over.

"Shuichi Shindou!" she cried, fast-walking over to the group, "Just what have you done?"

Shuichi immediately stood up, getting ready to bow and apologize to the teacher.

"You think you can talk your way out of this one?" the principal asked him, "You're going to my office right now." She added more kindly, "Please, follow me, Yuki-Sensei."

Principal's Office

"Have a seat, Shuichi, while I help Mr. Yuki clean himself up," the principal commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am," Shuichi replied back, quickly sitting down in one of the seats across from the principal's desk and trying his best not to make any noise.

"If you would just follow me to the bathroom," the principal asked, turning to Yuki, "I can help you. We'll definitely need to change your shirt…pants too, it looks like."

Yuki stared at her, recognizing her as a fan girl. She was eyeing him like a wolf in heat during mating season. He would die before he let her she him without his shirt on, let alone without pants. "Wouldn't it be better if Shuichi-San helped me clean up?" he asked her, putting on a smile, "It is his fault, after all. He should be the one to clean it up."

"Oh," Principal Vicine answered, knowing that Yuki had a sensible point, though reluctant to admit it, "I guess so, yes. All right, Shuichi, please help Yuki-San to the bathroom and help him clean up. Meanwhile I'll look for something you can where."

"Don't bother," Yuki responded, still maintaining his plastered on smile, "I can have someone drop off some clothes for me here. In the meantime I can just wear some extra gym clothes laying around."

Principal Vicine smiled, trying her hardest to seem caring, "Of course. I'll bring over the gym clothes as soon as I can."

"Don't worry," Yuki replied, "The gym's on the way and it's not as if a few more seconds in these clothes will kill me."

With all of the principal's excuses to see him naked successfully kicked to the curb Yuki grabbed Shuichi's hand and triumphantly walked toward the gym.

Bathroom

Shuichi stared as Yuki removed his shirt and dumped it in the sink. If Yuki was pretty with a shirt on he was hot without one. He had well toned muscles, something you couldn't tell with the shirt. He was also hairless, something Shuichi hadn't expected from an American.

"Is there a reason you're staring?" Yuki asked turning to Shuichi and smirking a bit at Shuichi's clear embarrassment.

"Uh…well…" Shuichi tried to explain, not finding a plausible reason why he might have been staring at his teacher. "I…uh…wanted to ask you if you need any help…with the stain," Shuichi made up after a great deal of struggle.

Yuki snorted, "Don't flatter yourself, Kid. The only reason I made you come along was so I had an excused not to have to be with that horny dyke any longer than was necessary."

Shuichi was confused for several longer-than-normal seconds. " '…Horny dyke…'?" he asked, "Are you talking about the principal?"

"Whom else would I be talking about?" Yuki complained, "That chick's worse than my normal fan girls back in the states."

"The principal?" Shuichi asked again, greatly doubting that his high school principal had the abilities to be a sex fiend.

"Yes, you idiot, the principal," Yuki answered, rubbing his temples and grabbing a gym shirt he had stolen from the pile of them in the coach's office.

"I have a hard time believing you turned my principal into a sex fiend," Shuichi said laughing, voicing his exact thoughts.

"Well believe it," Yuki demanded, now pulling out of his pants since his new shirt was in place.

Shuichi's eyes widened and his face turned a bright red. Without another thought he spun around and faced one of the other bathroom walls.

Yuki was far from not noticing. "What? Are you gay you something? That'd be just perfect. Instead of a horny female that wants to have sex with me watching me undress I choose a horny male in her place."

"I'm not gay!" Shuichi denied, turning back around to see Yuki in nothing but boxers and the shirt from the gym. His face lit up in bright red.

Yuki smirked. "If I can get what I'm told used to be a strict and conservative woman horny than I can definitely get some loser like you horny too," Yuki challenged himself.

"I dare you to try it!" Shuichi threatened, not full thinking about what it meant.

"No thanks Kid," Yuki declined; pulling on sweat pants, "I'm not too into guys."

Shuichi was shocked into speechlessness. "W-wait…" he finally managed to say to a retreating Yuki.

"Don't worry, Brat," Yuki assured tiredly, "I'll get you off the hook with your principal, so just go back to class, okay?"

"Th-that wasn't what I was going to say," Shuichi complained. To be completely truthful that was exactly what Shuichi was going to say, but he hated the fact the blond thought he knew him so well.

"Tell me tomorrow," Yuki suggested, walking out the door, "I'm going home."

Shuichi watched the spot where Yuki once was in silence. Only when he realized he was ten minutes late to class did he come back into reality and dash out of the bathroom.

Wow...pretty long chapter when you compare it to the others I've been doing so far. I'm pretty proud of myself for it.

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