Summary: In which one of Kirihara Akaya's middle school teachers decides to take a stand, and Kirihara's rather…atypical family gets involved.
A/N: Takes place during Kirihara's first year of middle school.
May. The second month after the school semester had begun. It was always around this time when the first years, having rode the momentum of freshly entering junior high, started showing their true colours as excitement cooled off.
History teacher Konoe made her way purposefully down the aisle between the desks closest to the windows. "…and after his death, his vision of a unified Japan was completed by his successor, Toyotomi Hideyoshi."
The snoring was getting louder by the second.
Slap
The paperback textbook landed on the boy's thick mass of loose black curls.
Kirihara Akaya woke with a startle, yelling a slurred combination of 'WHhaaatT—?' and 'YEEEees—?'
"Kirihara-kun," she said tersely, deliberately stressing each syllable of his name. "Care to recap what I've been teaching the class for the past fifteen minutes for us?"
Out of all the students in class 1-D, this one was most notorious for his slacking during class.
Wiping the drool off the edge of his mouth, the sharp-eyed boy blinked rapidly at his surroundings before slanting his head to look up at her. "Eh? Sorry, sorry. I wasn't paying any attention," he said with a carefree beam, entirely harmless in his intent.
Konoe-sensei could feel the blood flushing up her neck as his classmates fought vehemently to conceal their giggling, knowing that their history teacher was as strict as they come.
"Kirihara-kun," the proud and intelligent young woman made it simpler for him, "How did Oda Nobunaga die?"
At sight of the dark aura slowly enshrouding his sensei's form, the boy's smile hesitantly slipped and he threw up his arms for cover. "It wasn't me," Kirihara denied, to his classmates' bursts of laughter, "I didn't do it—!"
"DETENTION AFTER CLASS."
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'i'm wriitng this because Konoe-sensei is still wathcing me and i need to mkae it look lkie i'm actulaly putting somtehing down on paper somtehing about an Oda guy whoeevr that guy was i'm sure he was great and was admierd and had his generals and straetgist just like Yukimura has Sanada and Yanagi but was defetaed in the end just lkie how i will deafet the Three Deomns of Rikkai and conquer this school though hnoestly i didn't do nyathing to any Oda guy and Konoe-sensei is pckiing up a call now so i will go trian myself to chllaenge that Sanada guy agian next time i won't lose bye-bye'
The woman's trembling hands crushed the blasphemy of a reflection paper that awful boy had left on his desk. With that horrendous grammar and spelling, it was a miracle he managed to graduate safely from elementary! What were his elementary teachers thinking!
That's it. In Japan, teachers were the main force responsible for disciplining the kids, but this calls for drastic action.
Fuming inwardly, Konoe-sensei logged into the school's administrative network, quickly pulling up Kirihara household's contact information. After ringing for a while, a gruff male voice answered, "Kirihara Household."
"Good afternoon and pardon my forwardness," the young woman replied primly, "Am I speaking to Akaya-kun's guardian? I am his history teacher at Rikkaidai Junior High."
She heard the phone being transferred to another's hands.
"Boss, it's for you. Some teach' of the young boss's."
Eh. A deep, resonating voice answered the phone. "What about my lad?"
She got chills just from hearing his question, and choked on her response.
No, calm down. Teachers have the right to bring inappropriate behaviour to the attention of the students' guardians.
"Kirihara-san." Konoe-sensei summoned the courage born of sheer sense of duty. "Your son's behaviour at school is getting worse. Today, I asked him how Oda Nobunaga died; guess how he responded? He had the galls to exclaim, 'It wasn't me'!"
How could a boy his age not know a single thing about the most famous warlord in Japan's history? They have even spent the past week learning the significance Oda Nobunaga had on their nation's history!
"I had him write a reflection paper on his wrongful behaviour, but he escapes to play sports! With all due respect, Kirihara-san, I have reason to believe your son isn't taking this institution seriously at all!"
Alarmingly, a loud, boisterous laugh answered her.
"Is that what the authorities do nowadays?"he asked. "Lady, a mere reflection paper isn't enough to get that brat to fess up. I'll deal with him. Expect my good news by later this evening."
"Y-Yes," the woman stammered, still rattled by something about this man. "Thank you for your cooperation."
She was relieved when she put down the receiver, loosening the collar of her shirt for breathing room.
That was that, right?
"Konoe Harumi-sensei?"
The young woman who stepped out of the backseat of the black car with black tinted windows parked outside the school gates introduced herself as, "Kirihara Akaya's elder sister."
The green eyed girl, who wore a traditional style dress with black butterfly print, reached inside her sleeve and presented a large envelope to the history teacher who had just gotten off work. "This is for you."
Shaking out the contents, a dumbfounded Konoe-sensei found a cellphone contained inside…and entire wads of bills!?
A masked number was already inputted on screen. At the nod of the sister, the history teacher pressed call.
"Kirihara Household," the gruff voice who had first answered earlier picked up again. "Hold." In the background, she could hear Akaya's outcries.
"Ow! Ow! That hurts, Pops! I'll die-!"
Wh-Wh-What-?
"Sensei," Kirihara's father's voice came to the phone. "Rest assured that I have thoroughly disciplined the brat," he boasted as a parental figure who ruled with an iron fist. "He has confessed to his crime. As for reparations to that Oda Nobunaga character, we'll discuss delicately it at a future time with the affected parties. I trust the amount inside the envelope is to your satisfaction."
Then these…hush money-!? Wait a minute-! This kind of misunderstanding was-!
All of a sudden, Kirihara Akaya's young history teacher felt faint. Didn't Kirihara's file claim that his father was an average salaryman...!? What was this-...
"And Sensei, it would be wise for you to keep this incident between us."
The elder sister informed her in a matter of fact manner, "That cellphone is programmed to self-destruct ten minutes after your call ends."
...
This family…was dangerous in too many ways-…!
A/N: May turn this into a series of one-shots with different characters whenever inspiration hits me.