Sensei! Sensei!
An alternate universe fiction where the Saiyuki bishies are highschool teachers. A not quite original plot, but give it a try nonetheless. Comments and suggestions will be highly appreciated. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki.
The classroom was small, only twenty or so students inside but the noise level rivals that of a football stadium. The students converge on little groups and each group seems to compete with others on how much racket they create. One group in particular seems to be winning. They were seated in a haphazard circle near the window at the back of the room.
One girl, with long black hair and beautiful purple eyes, was regaling the said group about the antics of her numerous suitors while three other equally attractive girls where laughing and giggling as they listen to the brunette.
As the voracious girl entertains her peers, the door opens and a person walks in. A glint of gold caught the young girl's eye and she glanced at the newcomer. She gasps and falls silent as she stared at the beautiful man walking towards the teacher's table. Her audience curious what has caught her attention followed the direction of her gaze and was stunned into silence as they saw the new teacher who was half leaning half sitting on the edge of the table.
Their noticeable silence alerted the rest of the class that someone highly interesting has stepped into the room. Recognizing authority when they see it, a scramble for their seats ensued and they chorused a hasty good morning. The blonde man gave a sullen nod in response.
As the class settles down, the noisy din that has previously pervaded the room was replaced by a dreamy sighs from the girls, and some boys as well, as the teacher rose from his perch and walked towards the blackboard. He was dressed in a silky white dress shirt draped closely to his upper body long sleeves folded at the cuffs, over soft black slacks and buckled shoes. Long golden hair, feathering over half lidded brown eyes, frames his delicate features, which is set in a tight frown. Pursing his thin red lips as he begins to write on the blackboard, his clothes is pulled closer to his body unintentionally treating his admirers to a delectable rear view of his lean and slender form.
The class, alternating from ogling their sensei to whispering questions about him, was not paying attention to what was being written on the board. When the object of their fascination was done at the board he returned to his perch on the teacher's table. Noticing his students' apparent distraction, he raises one aristocratic eyebrow into an arc and gestures with an impatient lift of his chin towards the blackboard behind him. This quick movement snapped the students back to the present and a passing late faculty in the hallway chanced to observed, through the glass portion of the door, that the blonde's class was well underway as the students could be seen studiously copying notes.
Back inside, the blonde impatiently waits for his students to finish. Finally he addressed the class for the first time.
"I am Genzo Sanzo and I will be your history teacher this term," he rasps in a low pitch monotone emotionless voice. "Now start reading you textbook and the answer to the questions given on the board," he continued.
The pretty brunette wanting to catch her sensei's attention boldly raised a question, "Sensei, are we going to pass this assignment tomorrow? It is quite long," she coyly drawls as some of her classmates nods in agreement. She blushed and felt her heart speed up as her new crush focused his attention on her and gave a tiny smile.
Smiling the tiniest of smiles, Sanzo replied to his flustered student, "Of course not! I won't ask you to pass it tomorrow." A collective sigh of relief could be heard. Tiny smile turning into a huge smirk, Sanzo continued, "I want that at the end of this period".
3:06 AM 8/10/2003
An alternate universe fiction where the Saiyuki bishies are highschool teachers. A not quite original plot, but give it a try nonetheless. Comments and suggestions will be highly appreciated. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gensomaden Saiyuki.
The classroom was small, only twenty or so students inside but the noise level rivals that of a football stadium. The students converge on little groups and each group seems to compete with others on how much racket they create. One group in particular seems to be winning. They were seated in a haphazard circle near the window at the back of the room.
One girl, with long black hair and beautiful purple eyes, was regaling the said group about the antics of her numerous suitors while three other equally attractive girls where laughing and giggling as they listen to the brunette.
As the voracious girl entertains her peers, the door opens and a person walks in. A glint of gold caught the young girl's eye and she glanced at the newcomer. She gasps and falls silent as she stared at the beautiful man walking towards the teacher's table. Her audience curious what has caught her attention followed the direction of her gaze and was stunned into silence as they saw the new teacher who was half leaning half sitting on the edge of the table.
Their noticeable silence alerted the rest of the class that someone highly interesting has stepped into the room. Recognizing authority when they see it, a scramble for their seats ensued and they chorused a hasty good morning. The blonde man gave a sullen nod in response.
As the class settles down, the noisy din that has previously pervaded the room was replaced by a dreamy sighs from the girls, and some boys as well, as the teacher rose from his perch and walked towards the blackboard. He was dressed in a silky white dress shirt draped closely to his upper body long sleeves folded at the cuffs, over soft black slacks and buckled shoes. Long golden hair, feathering over half lidded brown eyes, frames his delicate features, which is set in a tight frown. Pursing his thin red lips as he begins to write on the blackboard, his clothes is pulled closer to his body unintentionally treating his admirers to a delectable rear view of his lean and slender form.
The class, alternating from ogling their sensei to whispering questions about him, was not paying attention to what was being written on the board. When the object of their fascination was done at the board he returned to his perch on the teacher's table. Noticing his students' apparent distraction, he raises one aristocratic eyebrow into an arc and gestures with an impatient lift of his chin towards the blackboard behind him. This quick movement snapped the students back to the present and a passing late faculty in the hallway chanced to observed, through the glass portion of the door, that the blonde's class was well underway as the students could be seen studiously copying notes.
Back inside, the blonde impatiently waits for his students to finish. Finally he addressed the class for the first time.
"I am Genzo Sanzo and I will be your history teacher this term," he rasps in a low pitch monotone emotionless voice. "Now start reading you textbook and the answer to the questions given on the board," he continued.
The pretty brunette wanting to catch her sensei's attention boldly raised a question, "Sensei, are we going to pass this assignment tomorrow? It is quite long," she coyly drawls as some of her classmates nods in agreement. She blushed and felt her heart speed up as her new crush focused his attention on her and gave a tiny smile.
Smiling the tiniest of smiles, Sanzo replied to his flustered student, "Of course not! I won't ask you to pass it tomorrow." A collective sigh of relief could be heard. Tiny smile turning into a huge smirk, Sanzo continued, "I want that at the end of this period".
3:06 AM 8/10/2003