You asked for it, you got it .

The sequel to Sexual Education.

-Cafeteria-

"He asked you to meet you in the bathroom after school? To teach you about sexual education?!" Lenalee shrieked, dropping her chopsticks with a clatter.

"Oh, say that a little louder. I think there were some munchkins in Oz that didn't hear you," Allen said, his face buried in his hands.

Lenalee stopped looking incredulous long enough to shoot Allen a "what the hell are you on?" look.

Allen unburied his face long enough to give Lenalee a "seriously, where do they keep you locked up?" glance.

Ah, the joys of unspoken words.

"And he asked you right outside my brother's office?" Lenalee exclaimed her outraged expression back on. "He is the worst principal ever. Of course, compared to the lastone, he may as well be awarded the Educator Of The Year award or whatever shit he was going on about."

"Was the last one the weird Hitler-wannabe who tried to…er…flash you in the showers?" Allen asked cautiously.

Lenalee shut her eyes. And nodded.

"Oh." That explained, like a lot. For one thing, how Komui got the job of Principal in the first place. Anything to protect his sweet little sister's innocence.

"Anyway, it's a bloody community of pervs in here. But a good-looking perv only comes along so often, so I'd say, go for it," Lenalee said decisively.

"Lenalee," Allen said wearily. "There is not a doubt in my mind that you either have some degree of head trauma, or have snuck into your brother's stash of illegal drugs. But let me just state a few plain, hard facts: one, I plan to lose my virginity after marriage, if or when that will happen. Two, I will lose it a member of the opposite sex. And three, he is not good-looking. He looks like a freaking girl."

"And you don't?"

"Lenalee, that wasn't-"

"And you're straight? Okay, I am confused. Why didn't you ask me out, then?"

"You," Allen groaned, while starting to walk away, "are suffering from an inflated ego."

"Love you too, my little homo- er-metrosexual pal!"

-Staff Lounge-

"Damn."

"Do you think you could say something else besides damn?"

"Hot damn."

Kanda jabbed at the buttons on the coffee machine with considerably more force than required. Screw the no-violence rule…

"How'd you get a student to hook up with you? In-" Lavi checked his watch-"a matter of forty-five minutes? Half an hour in the class, fifteen minutes in Komui's office..."

"I. Am. Not. Hooking up with. A student."

"Er, correct if I'm wrong, but you told him you'd teach him all he needs to know about sex ed. What is that, if not an invitation to hook up?"

"How the hell did you find out about that, anyway?"

"I asked Komui how you were doing so far. Got more than I bargained for."

Kanda stabbed at the buttons much, much harder. Even though he'd already made his coffee.

"Let me explain yet again. If he shows up in the bathroom, I can just drag him off to the psychopath's office and get him kicked out. If he doesn't…" Kanda's eyes flashed. "Then I'll have to find another way to get his ass expelled, won't I?"

"Yeah, yeah, you do realize that for your incredibly hare-brained scheme to go to plan, you're still going to have to hook up with that Beansprout guy, right?"

"What?"

"Why do they call it hare -brained, anyway? I'm sure rabbits have the same IQ. Maybe higher, but still. Note to self: Look it up. Anyway, what do you want to kick his ass out for? He has the nicest damn ass I've ever seen-besides mine, of course…"

"Stupid rabbit, I don't fucking care if you're turning gay for a beansprout. And rabbits have a way lower IQ. You of all people should know. What do you mean; I have to hook up with him?"

"Well," Lavi said thoughtfully, "actually, if you did hook up with him, you would have a much better chance of getting fired. There's a law about sex with a minor or something. And I don't think they could expel a student on the grounds of intending to have underage sex in school, but not actually doing it. Gosh, Yu, you're not very bright, are you?"

Kanda threw his freshly made-i.e., boiling hot- coffee at Lavi.

-In class, last period-

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Lenalee

So are you going or not?

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Allen

No.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Lenalee

Oh, come on.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Allen

I couldn't even if I wanted to.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Lenalee

Oh? And why not?

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Allen

As it happened, he didn't tell me which bathroom to meet him at.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Lenalee

So ask him. That's what the staff intercom is for.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Allen

You're cracked. Like brother, like sister.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Lenalee

Prude.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Allen

Shut up before we get caught talking. I'm in Science with Reever. He looks pretty frazzled.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Lenalee

We're not actually talking.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Lenalee

Helloooooo?

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Lenalee

Oh, come on, my flamboyantly metrosexual, prudish little pal. Don't get annoyed.

NEW MESSAGE FROM: Allen

Oh, did you think I was? I can't imagine why.

-End of Chapter One.-

I know, I know, abrupt ending. Writer's block sucks.

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