Breaking Grace
Summary: A rich, brillant student has everything cut out for him, but he does the most unlikely and unwanted thing: He falls in love with his sensei.
Pairing(s): Naraku/Sesshoumaru
Author's Notes: This is an AU. Sometimes I have to work on other things to bring me relief. So, I decided to start this one since I was bored. You'll see. Well, I've been busy, sick, tired as hell, and the etc etc negative crap of my life; which is why I haven't updated in awhile. So, I hope you enjoy this ficlet. It should be more...hmmmmmmm...you'll see...
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Future Lemon(s) with a minor, mention of a wet dream with a minor...
Disclaimers: Don't wanna hear it. So go pester someone else, like your reflection.
Chapter One: "Sensei Nubuyuki"
Long, porceline legs were splayed wide open for him, an invitation. Golden moonstruck eyes watched him, submission and want apparent in their cold, icy depths. Long, silky, silver-white hair fell like a curtain over young, but strong, slender shoulders.
A perfect, flawless body of a young man whom resembled that of a beauitful god. Or demon.
The god a.k.a. demon beckoned him, their bodies joined as One, in the only way possible, as they both moved...
A dark-haired man of his late twenties abruptly awoke, panting and sweating profusely. He gingerly touched his lower regions and cursed lowly when he felt a wet, sticky stain.
"Oh...wonderful." He hissed sarcastically, rolling himself out of his damp and untidy bed.
He glanced at his alarm clock and rolled his eyes.
3:54 A.M.
Of course, whenever he had that reoccuring dream, he could never quite fall back asleep. And it was also too late to take sleeping pills. And pointless.
With a growl, he grabbed his sheets and dragged them into his laundry room. He shoved them into the washer, turned it to the right settings, poured some detergant in, and then pressed the start button.
He dragged his weary, exausted body into his small kitchen and prepared some coffee. As the coffee was slowly, but surely making itself, he decided to take a cold shower first. Then he would take a hot shower.
As the hot water cascaded down his tired and worn body, he thought about the mysterious boy he so often dreamt about...
...Shimatta, why does this nameless boy haunt me so? Who is he? I've never seen him before. Does he even exist? Hell, I don't have time to think about this. I have to get read for work. Today is the first day of term. How wonderful...
Naraku turned on the news as he buttoned his black silk shirt. He glanced with disinterest at the TV every now and then. The only reason the TV was on was because he liked having the sound of news on because it calmed and relaxed him, especially in the morning or after work.
He sipped his coffee slowly as the phone rang. He ignored it.
Ring!
He still ignored it.
Ring!
With an aggravated sigh, he picked up the cordless black phone and pressed the talk button.
"Who is it?"
"Naraku, I have some urgent things to talk to you about!" Replied a strong, independent female voice.
"I'm not awake, yet, so its fultile to try to talk to me right now. Besides, I'm getting ready for work. Come in before school starts, okay, Kaggy?"
"Fine, but I suggest you don't eat anything. I hope you have a strong stomach."
"Trust me, I do."
"Okay, whatever. Bye."
Naraku clicked the end button and put the phone back in its cradle. He cracked his knuckles and then his neck. He drank the rest of his coffee and grabbed his bag.
"Heh heh, at least I get to torture a bunch of young and stupid bakas today..." Naraku said to himself and shrugged his sore shoulders at his cruel optimism. With a yawn, he stalked outside and got into his black cadillac.
With another long yawn, he drove off to head off to hell aka High School.
The dark-haired man sat rigidly at his cherry wood desk, checking his e-mail. He leaned back as he read a rather...interesting message:
To: Nubuyuki Naraku
Sent: Monday, September 1, 2004 3:54 A.M.
From: Unknown Sender
Subject: No Subject
I know what haunts your dreams.
Naraku stared at the screen for a few moments before he deleted the message. He ran his fingers through his bangs and he rolled his eyes. With another yawn, he continued to check his e-mail. He glanced at the clock.
7:51 A.M.
"Heh, looks like I have over thirty minutes until those brats come storming into here..." He muttered to himself as he clicked another e-mail open. He stared at it blankly:
To: Nubuyuki Naraku
Sent: Monday, September 1, 2004 7:50 A.M.
From: Unknown Sender
Subject: No Subject
You can delete any e-mail you wish, but you can never delete a dream...especially if it becomes a reality.
Naraku pondered this for a moment, but it was all nonsense to him. He figured it was a stupid prank from one of the students or even the staff.
...Speaking of delete... Naraku thought with a growl and he quickly deleted that e-mail message, too.
This was getting on his last nerves. He wasn't a child. He didn't like playing games anymore.
A knock sounded very loudly and almost rudely at his classroom door.
"Come in."
A woman dressed in red and blue walked briskly inside the classroom. She looked strikingly similar to Naraku. She had dark eyes that always looked bitter and angry, with bold defiance within their swarthy depths. Her black hair was held up tight in a ponytail by a hair clip that looked like two feathers. Her resemblance to Naraku was uncanny, indeed. He, too, has such dark eyes and hair, and of course, pale skin that didn't seem to like light at all.
"Naraku, the wench keeps calling me." The woman stated with a obvious disgusted look that crossed her annoyed face.
"Kagura, its early and I don't give a damn."
"She's your wife!" Kagura protested, her fists clenched at her sides. She was tempted to strike him, but instead, she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled.
"She was my wife."
"Oh, whatever. That unbearable hag keeps calling me every day at least twenty times! Why did you ever marry her?"
"Oh, I don't know, perhaps I wasn't thinking at the time?" Naraku said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Don't give me that. Why did you marry her?"
Naraku sighed.
"Japanese tradition, that's why. My parents and her parents both arranged our marriage, whether we liked it or not. Back then, they used to do that often. Thank the gods they don't do it as much today..." He drawled as he stared at his laptop. "Why did she call you, anyway? The divorce is final. We both signed the papers and settled an agreement. Its over."
"Well, she still wants contact with you for some reason. She's very bitchy that you have completely cut ties with her, it would seem."
"We never had ties, to begin with, Kagura. That whore just wants more money out of me. She'll do whatever it takes to spoil herself more than she already is. Its a good thing I never inpregnated the whore or else I probably would have to pay child support..."
"Speaking of children..." Kagura chewed at her lip almost nervously. Her hands were clasped behind her back tightly. She was tempted to just turn around and leave.
"What is it?" Naraku hissed lowly and glared at the woman. His day just seemed to get worse and worse.
"She claims her unborn child is yours."
Naraku snorted. He was both amused and disgusted. The man was very tempted to laugh his own ass off.
"This isn't in any way funny, Naraku!"
"I tried to have sex with the slut, back when we were newly weds, but it didn't work out."
"What do you mean, 'it didn't work out'?"
"I didn't like it. When I tried it with her, I couldn't even get aroused." Naraku explained simply, as if it were nothing, although he had a slight grimace on his handsome face.
"So what? Maybe you didn't find her attractive, is all. No big deal."
"I never found women attractive at all." His eyes lifted to look at her and he narrowed his black eyes.
"Oh....OH. I see. So...you're...?" Kagura blushed.
"Yes, I love fucking men." Naraku finished bluntly for her. "And besides, a DNA test will prove that I have not sown my seed in her. That woman is all bark and no bite. I utterly loathe her."
"Hm, well, yes...I have one last thing for you."
"What is it?" One finely shaped eyebrow lifted in mild curiousity.
"You've got mail."
"Good girl. So, how is your stupid husband?" He smirked.
"He's not stupid!" Kagura shoved his mail into his arms and she stormed out. She didn't even forget to slam the door behind her, almost shattering the glass.
Naraku snickered, but stopped short when he heard the loud chitter chatter and rambunctious shouts of numerous teenagers. He glanced at the clock again.
8:26 A.M.
"Oh, great, its almost time for the bell to ring..." Naraku shoved his mail into one of his desk drawers and closed it. He was about to turn his laptop on when he noticed he had another message. Curious, although slightly...skeptical, he opened the e-mail:
To: Nubuyuki Naraku
Sent: Monday, September 1, 2004 7:20 A.M.
From: Unknown Sender
Subject: No Subject
Soon, he will come.
"I am Mr. Nubuyuki. If you cannot pronounce it, then tough! Learn how to." Naraku spoke loudly enough so every single student could hear him. He was standing in front of his desk, his arms crossed. His ebony eyes surveyed them all, as if by just looking at them he could find out everything he wanted to know about them.
His dark gaze was very intimidating.
"This is AP psychology, which means, its an advanced class! If you are not in this class, I suggest you leave now. I will call roll right now and then I will go over the rules and everything else. So, be quiet and attentive." Naraku grabbed the roll sheet and began calling out names. His dark eyes scanned each student as their hand rose to claim their names.
"Kristen Matthews."
"Here."
"Namara King."
"Here."
"Quinton Smith"
"Here!"
"Rachelle Last."
"Here."
"Raja Anderson."
"Here."
"And Sesshoumaru Utamaro." Naraku finished, hiding his shock well.
...Utamaro? Could this be his son or something? Iie, just a coincidence...
"Here, sensei." Replied a rich, smooth voice that was obviously male.
Naraku jerked his head in the direction from where the voice came from.
There stood the boy from his wet dreams.
The black-haired man's eyes widened and he did something very unusual of himself: he promptly passed out.
TBC
So, whatcha think? I think I did a pretty good first chapter. Oh, and to clarify, this is an American school, because I am more familar with American schools than with the Japanese schools.