Peppermint Honey
Author's Notes:
This is just a side entertainment while I am struggling with 'Secondhand'. I hope you'll enjoy it, because I personally enjoy writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own KKM!
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Summary:
Your life sucks when: 1) you fall in love with your male teacher; 2) said teacher believes you are the reincarnation of his fiancée from another world; 3) you are a male.
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The Beginning of the Flavours
London, Present Time, Monday
Lockwood House, 13 Gloucester Road South Kensington
The alarm clock rang right at seven a.m., as was its habit every morning. In an action cultured through habit also, Wolfram Bell opened his eyes, rubbed them, and dropped his palm over the alarm clock, groping for the alarm button and finding it after two seconds of groping. He sat up on his bed, gave another yawn, and stood up.
In the bathroom, Wolfram brushed his teeth, trying to count how many times he brushed them, yet losing count after the nineteen. He cursed, took off his pajamas, and entered the shower, where he kept himself in for fifteen minutes straight. As usual, he used too much shampoo for his hair again, and he got out of the shower cursing how shampoos were supposed to be made to not irritate eyes.
He dressed quickly, taking only four minutes and three seconds to put on his school uniform, which consisted of a deep green blazer, a matching tie, a crisp white shirt, and a pair of black trousers. Once he finished dressing, he took a glance on the mirror and corrected his tie, just like what he always did every morning, not caring whether his tie had been correct or not. He gave his blonde hair a swift combing, took another glance of his reflection, grabbed his backpack from his desk, and marched out of his room, slamming the wooden door behind him so hard that the whole house shook.
Downstairs at the kitchen, Conrad Weber smiled and looked up from the toast he was buttering. Conrad knew whenever Wolfram was coming down due to his younger half brother's habit of rattling the house on its frame every single morning before breakfast. Conrad accepted that fact as a fact of life, and he very much doubted breakfast would be the same without Wolfram's house-shattering exit from his bedroom.
Wolfram entered the kitchen at precisely twenty-five past seven. He stopped at the doorframe and seemed surprised to see Conrad there, preparing breakfast, even though he saw the same scene at the very same time every single morning.
"Good morning, Wolfram," Conrad said, throwing in an additional smile, and the sentence seemed to unfroze Wolfram, because the latter began moving again, threw his backpack on the floor, and sat down on his usual seat on the dining table.
After he was comfortable and seated, Wolfram said, "Good morning to you too, brother."
Conrad asked from behind the pantry, "Would you like jam or butter on your toast, Wolfram?" even though Conrad knew that his brother would not pick either, and this thing happened everyday.
"No, I'll have honey instead, please," said Wolfram automatically. After the customary pause, he added, "May I have some milk, please?"
Five minutes later, Conrad lay down a plate of honey-drenched toast and a tall glass of milk in front of Wolfram. The plate went at the centre, and the glass was at Wolfram's left side. For the breakfast, Conrad earned a "thanks".
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Wolfram entered the classroom ten minutes and forty-three seconds before the homeroom began. Upon his entrance, several friends greeted him. He responded to their greetings enthusiastically, albeit curtly. Wolfram was not known for his socializing abilities, but all his friends acknowledged his fault and remained liking him. He did not have a lot of friends, but those he had were loyal to him, and he was loyal to them in compensation. They chatted a while, traded news, and returned to their respective seats.
So far, so good. Everything was in its appropriate place. Surprises were yet to appear, and Wolfram concluded that the morning might finish as peaceful as it had started. He folded his arms on the table, a picture of contentment.
But, of course, as it was with every story, the Murphy's Law had actually begun kicking in, and our hero did not know anything about it.
It was seven seconds after eight a.m. The door of the class swung open, and the students' brains immediately expected the figure of their cheerful and bald homeroom teacher, Math teacher, and baseball coach, Mr. David Brown. However, Fate decided to have a date with Murphy, and another figure stepped in, clad in a black skirt and high heels. The silent room was suddenly occupied by several thousands of bees, which buzzed and hummed as the woman they usually called "Madame Headmistress" stepped in, with a stranger in tow.
Madame Headmistress placed herself at the centre of the front part of the class, and cleared her throat rather loudly. Our hero looked away from the rather busty lady to inspect the newcomer. The stranger was a young man, probably around twenty-five, and was wearing a rather goofy and nervous smile on his face. Upon this sight, our hero, the formidable Wolfram Bell, wrinkled his nose and opted to stare at the scene outside the window for a change.
Madame Headmistress began: "Class, I have a tragic news for all of us. Your teacher, Mr. David Brown, died last Saturday, due to a horrible heart attack. However, we are glad to accept the new teacher, Mr. Yuuri Sakaki, who will replace Mr. Brown in your homeroom, Math lessons, and baseball. Applause for Mr. Sakaki."
The applause was rather short-lived and whisper-filled, but Mr. Sakaki seemed to not mind. Madame Headmistress left, and the class was suddenly plunged into silence.
Mr. Sakaki stared at his own class with what Wolfram could describe as 'fear'.
Mr. Sakaki fumbled and coughed his way to his new desk, and all the unnecessary actions took three minutes. Mr. Sakaki placed his bag gingerly on the wooden table, picked up the list of students' names, and looked up. His students looked back at him excluding Wolfram, who was inspecting a cloud that he thought closely resembled an island with a coconut tree.
"Eh, should I begin checking the names now?" he questioned. His reply was a collective blank look.
Wolfram was wondering why the sky was blue. Green would have made a nice colour too.
Meanwhile, the new teacher started his way through the name list.
Wolfram wondered why the teacher looked more like a teenager than a real adult. However, at least he was good looking.
"Abbey, Dean."
"Present, sir."
Wolfram thought Mr. Sakaki's black hair would look better when combed. Unfortunately, this morning, Mr. Sakaki seemed to have misplaced his comb.
"Alistair, Jeanne."
"Present."
Wolfram decided that the Asian onyx black eyes, equally black hair (which was messy, but that was not the point), and slightly tanned skin suited his new teacher well. Mr. Sakaki, to be honest, looked cute and rather young for his age. Too bad he was wimpy.
"Balls, Norman."
"I'm here, sir."
Wolfram was, although he preferred not to, wondering whether Mr. Sakaki was available or not.
"Basil, Fanny."
"Present."
Or maybe whether Mr. Sakaki was normal or gay.
"Bell, Wolfram."
Wolfram knew well that homosexuality ran in the blood of his family. Wolfram himself was bisexual, and he had to admit that Mr. Sakaki was truly his type (which was not easy to come by, since Wolfram was so picky). Unfortunately, Wolfram could not harbour any crush or any indication of it on that guy, because that guy happened to be his teacher. And even though Wolfram was bisexual, dating a teacher was a tad over his line.
"Bell, Wolfram?"
Wolfram quickly stopped his thoughts. What was he thinking? Mr. Sakaki was probably not gay. He probably had a wife waiting for him at home, and his children running over his house. He seemed to be the family type.
"Bell, Wolfram!"
Too bad, since Mr. Sakaki looked so young….
"BELL, WOLFRAM!"
Green eyes stared blankly at black ones. Pretending not to hear all the previous calls, Wolfram quickly replied, "Present, sir."
"Mr. Bell, I have to warn you to pay attention…." The words came to an abrupt halt. Black eyes widened as the brain registered the sight in front.
Mr. Sakaki frowned, widened his eyes, and frowned some more, before finally voicing quietly over the suddenly dead silent classroom: "Wolfram?"
Said student raised an eyebrow. "Yes, sir?"
Mr. Sakaki seemed to be at loss of words. The rest of the class either had their eyes on Wolfram or on Mr. Sakaki. Some even opted to alternate on both.
Mr. Sakaki found his voice after sixteen full seconds of looking like someone that could be taught by a monkey instead of a teacher capable of teaching a secondary class. He cleared his throat, coughed, and, rather hoarsely, said, "Ah, err, Mr. Bell, do you, by any chance, know somebody by the name Conrad and Gwendal?"
Wolfram could not be described as anything else but suspicious. Peppermint eyes narrowed dramatically. The rest of the class waited for his response with absentminded curiosity "Yes, sir. Those are the names of my brother."
Mr. Sakaki's jaw dropped; the time in the class seemed to stop; and the bell for the first period rang. Mr. Sakaki never had the chance to finish the name list.
Students stood up. Chairs were pushed back. Chatters immediately filled the room, and the class was back to life, aside from the stunned Mr. Sakaki. But he regained his mobility as soon as Wolfram arrived at the door, ready to leave for his first period. And Mr. Sakaki's first action after the regained animation was to grab Wolfram's hand and pulled him back into the room, closing the door swiftly before the younger had any chance to even practice his self-defence.
Wolfram was about to throw a punch when Mr. Sakaki threw his arms around his thin shoulders and embraced him in a very gay-like fashion. But that was not what stopped Wolfram. It was the sob escaping the teacher's lips that did the job.
"Oh, God!" Mr. Sakaki exclaimed. "I've missed you, Wolf. Where have you been?"
Wolfram Bell had several options: 1) he could walk away from the embrace and proceed to beat the living hell out of his new teacher with the accusation of molesting a student; 2) he could freeze himself and wish the for the time to pass away quickly; 3) or he could enjoy the embrace from his cute teacher as long as it would last.
He chose to take an unlisted option.
4) He could smile in self-satisfaction and conclude that Mr. Sakaki was gay.
Ah, first crush was always the ultimate experience, especially when your crush had the same sexual orientation with you.
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The writing style of this story is quite experimental. Should I continue the style? What do you think about the plot, characterization, etc.? Constructive reviews are very much welcomed (and needed)!
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Teaser:
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Plain Vanilla
"Sir, are you hitting on me? I thought teachers were not supposed to do such things on their students. Especially when the teacher and the student are of the same gender."
"I know, but…. Argh! Please understand, Wolfram! I just want my old fiancée back!
"Your fiancée? What has it got to do with..."
"Please! I can't believe I'm saying this, but…I want our engagement back, Wolf."
"Engagement?!"
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