Hey, this is an alternate universe of Bleach! :D
I do not own Bleach, and it does not own me…..
Never mind, yes it does.
WARNING! GuyxGuy- no like no read. And no hate!
~Marlode~
Kuchiki Sensei
Chapter One
Kuchiki Byakuya Point of View
"Please sit down class. I am about to take roll."
I put up my cold, distanced façade, even though I was secretly pleased; this class was of the elite. They had all reached outstanding scores on all of their exams, and have been placed in all of the top classes possible on campus. I taught the literary arts, aka: English class as some so crudely put it.
"HOLY CRAP ICHIGO, WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"
Who in the world is that? Thank God I don't have such students attending my class.
"SHUT UP BAKA! I KNOW THAT! WE'RE ALREADY LATE!"
But they need to lower their voices, only unrefined people yell in such a manner.
"OH SHIT, WHERE THE FUCK IS HISAGI?"
And cussing too! Shame on them; they're probably uneducated buffoons. And they're loudness was affecting my ability to take roll. The class in front of me looked at the doorway, wondering who could be making such an outstandingly annoying ruckus.
"I'M OVER HERE GUYS!"
I am approximately one minute away from going out there and sending them to the front office.
"OKAY! RENJI, WHERE'S THE CLASS?"
"HOW THE FLIPPERS SHOULD I KNOW ICHIGO!"
Flippers? What?
"OH THERE IT IS!"
Ten, Nine, Eight…
"WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST SAY SO HISAGI?"
Seven Six…
"BECAUSE YOU GUYS LEFT ME BEHIND, REMEMBER?"
Five…
Bam! Wait, why is the door opening?
"Hey! You're Kuchiki Sensei, right?" asked a rude sounding orange haired boy.
Oh God. They're not in my class; they are in the wrong class! No! No! NO!
"Yes, I am. Are you sure you have been placed in this class?"
And then one of the other males I had heard in the hallway came in through the door, with a sixty nine on his face; wonderful, I grimaced.
"Yeah, this is your class, so we belong here," he told me.
Now where is the third young man, I wondered exasperatedly. Then the orange haired boy was pushed aside, and red head came through with his hair in a braid, and a black bandana over his forehead covering black markings. He had tattoos snaking down from his neck as well, and he had a lean, muscular, tan frame. He also had an eyebrow piercing curving tightly into his right eyebrow, and dark red eyes.
This man is gorgeous, I thought in surprise. Wait, why am I thinking that about a much younger than me male student?
"Let me check the roll call. What are your names?"
The sixty nine faced teenager nonchalantly said "My name's Hisagi Shuuhei."
"I'm Kurosaki Ichigo!" pronounced the orange haired male.
"And I'm Abarai Renji." Smirked the tallest of the three.
Much to my disappointment, they were all on the list. How did these ingrates get into this class? Wait, so that means that Abarai is not only extremely attractive, but he is brilliantly smart as well? No, why am I thinking such things? I looked into the chairs, wondering where I would sit them. Coincidentally, there was a singly empty seat in each of the three rows right in front of my desk.
"Please sit in the front, so that I can keep an eye on you; I do not need ruffians disturbing my class."
To my slight surprise, all three sneered at me unanimously, and Renji sat right at the center seat—directly where my desk was placed in front. Ichigo sat on the right of him, and Hisagi on the left. They crossed their arms, and gave me a look that simultaneously said, 'Fuck you'. I almost gulped at the hostility emanating from them, but I ignored them, and began to talk about my lesson for the day, and what I expected to see from every student this year. While the students were taking notes, I noticed that the 'Three Musketeers' in front of me were not.
"You need to take notes in this class; it will help your studies." I told them coldly.
"We'll remember it." Said Hisagi cheekily.
"That is a poor way to attempt to pass my class" I replied while glaring at him.
"Hey, back off SIR, he's right" Ichigo sneered.
My eye began to twitch as I looked upon their now smug faces. But a Kuchiki's eye does not twitch, so I quickly stilled the facial action.
"So," I continued, and I was about to finish my lecture for the day when Abarai interrupted me by raising his hand. "Hold on Abarai, I—"
"You're hot, in a pretty way," He said, smiling.
I choked unexpectedly at his statement as Kurosaki and Hisagi burst out laughing, keeling over in their seats. The other students in the class suppressed chuckles and giggles. This is so embarrassing; and on the first day. That idiot is getting removed from my class!
"And I bet that you'd be uke." Renji continued, still smiling brightly.
Ichigo fell out of his seat guffawing as Hisagi gasped for air while sprawled over the desk. The rest of the class had their hands over their mouths, gagging on their laughter.
"ABARAI RENJI YOU ARE STAYING AFTER CLASS."
"Why, do you want to 'punish' me?"
Oh no, that sounded nasty. How is he mutilating my words so badly?
"No, I need to reprimand you for your poor behavior, seeing as you obviously are not proper, refined, or intelligent enough to stay in this class, and that you are a slacker." I responded with menace.
"I am very intelligent, and I am NOT a slacker. Plus, why would you send me away if you think I look so good? I saw you checking me out earlier; don't think I didn't notice." He said, winking at me.
I was blushing full out by now—how humiliating.
"Yeah, Kuchiki sensei, you were checking Renji out; but who wouldn't?" Hisagi asked, also winking. But then hostility came into his eyes, and he warned "But back off, 'cause he's mine."
Then the bell rang, and all of the students rushed out of the room so that they could let out their laughing hysterics and gossip in the hallway. Ichigo left as well, saying "I'll be waiting outside!" with a grin on his face.
Kurosaki closed the door, and I began to wonder if they were going to gang up on me or something; until Hisagi tackled Renji onto my desk, and promptly, right in front of me, began to make out with him. I felt enraptured, the groans and moans being elicited from both men were making me excited.
But I was watching Renji the most, whose back and tight jean clad ass was pressed against MY desk with his legs spread apart, and whose open mouth was being licked by Hisagi's tongue, and whose half lidded eyes were making me want to be the one on the desk and shoving my lips onto his now bruised ones. It seemed that Abarai was the uke in this relationship surprisingly.
Suddenly, Hisagi was pushed up and picked off the desk in Renji's arms as Abarai stood and placed himself and his boyfriend on their feet.
"Anyway, we gotta get ta' class" Renji told me, walking with Hisagi out the door
"See you tomorrow Kuchiki Sensei." Abarai's voice was deep and husky, and it sent shivers up my body when he said my teacher's title. Oh my, did I have a kink for a hot student calling a teacher by their title? Wait! He is underage! Well no, he's eighteen… or turning nineteen? But nonetheless, he is a student, and there is a huge age difference. Like ten years! But there are people married that are that separate in their ages, and why am I thinking about marriage… and Hisagi did tell me to stay away from him.
I would cuss right now, but I don't cuss; I will not resort to that level! But I need to go to the bathroom before the other class comes in, I seem to have developed a problem.
Once again, no hate please. Thanks for reading.
~Marlode~