:D updated!
Thankyou to all readers and reviewers, you have made me feel ever-so welcome to the Gokusen fandom and I have it on good authority (my own) that another 2/3-shot fic is on the way. (Based on the Onsen part of the Drama special.)
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"You better start taking this seriously!" Shin's father bellowed, "You don't seem to understand how important this matter is!"
"Youdon't understand how important this matter is!" Shin spat back, "you are ignoring everything important and just worrying about your own stupid ego!… Not that that's a surprise," he muttered as he slumped back into his seat and threw out his moment of anger; showing emotion to these people was practically too good for them.
"Ah… Sawada-sama?" a man said quietly as he tapped the inside of the doorframe, "there is a woman at the gates wanting to see your son."
"Sawada Shin?" Yankumi echoed the guard shakily, "oh… well… I'm his…" Truth be told with the gossip running wild and their being out of school hours, she didn't really know what to call herself in relation to him anymore, as nothing ever sounded quite right.
She could try 'friend' and risk being turned away, or she could attach the perilous 'girl' to the beginning and hope for the better… although there was always the classic 'homeroom teacher', but with tales running as they were that might have rather unfavourable implications.
"You either know him or you don't lady," the guard sighed, "and if you can't come up with one good…"
"I'm his!" she stuttered, still pinballing between whatever the hell they were to one another now, "I'm… umm…" The guard had rolled his eyes when she suddenly came out with, "Could you please just go and tell him Yamaguichi Kumiko is here to speak with him?"
The guard scratched the back of his head and tried to think why that name seemed familiar to him, then under what was becoming an increasingly desperate look decided it couldn't hurt to go and warm up inside for a few minutes while he repeated a name to his boss.
He brought up the 'late' incident later that evening when she was threatening to kill him with her cooking once more, and after she'd dodged the question about five times he finally got annoyed and started flicking bits of burnt 'thing' at her across the table.
"You didn't need to make up such a lame excuse," he berated, "they probably wouldn't even care or believe you if you…"
"Tell them the truth?" she stepped in, "I've already nearly lost my job once, Shin, it's better to play it safe than go around…"
"You think they'd snitch on you?" he shot back, "surely you know us better than that." She finally resigned to the fact that dinner wasn't going to be consumable and stood up with the bowls while kicking a takeaway menu over to him.
"Yes, of course I know," she groaned as she dumped her 'food' in the trash and snatched up her phone to call in their orders, "but it's not good practice to let all the ground members know boss-level information, even if you are assured of their loyalty." Shin began to smirk as more and more of her dialect slipped into speech: she really was Yakuza through and through.
"I mean, how can you control it if someone eavesdrops on you?" she said rhetorically, "or they could let it slip by accident to some yagai… or it might be tortured out of them…" she was quickly broken from this line by laughter, as Shin attempted to picture anyone actually torturing his classmates in order to find out why their homeroom teacher was really late into lessons one morning when he decided she really was cute with bunches.
He knows exactly how tough she is, so doesn't have any moral issues with pushing and pulling her around when he wants to. One the first count she can stand up and take a punch to the face without flinching, so a little bump up against a wall is hardly going to shatter her, and on the second count if she wanted to she could turn the tables at any moment… she is still no match for him and knows it thoroughly.
And she's yet to raise an objection to a little rough handling anyway, perhaps it's still a hangover from Shinohara's constant cordiality and gentleness, which, once she had, suddenly seemed just a little less exciting than what she'd imagined. Or perhaps it's simply from growing up surrounded by tough men whose very business is in 'if you want it take it.'
Although, those men might just be rubbing off on him as well, because he seems to be doing it a lot these days as well.
She usually laughed at people who found out about her relationship with her student and went straight on to preach at her, because once you've heard one speech you've heard them all.
'What you are doing is wrong', 'it isn't right' and more things classed as 'immoral', 'forbidden' or 'against our society' brought a smile to her face, because they simply didn't know.
They didn't realize that it was worse to deny a love, especially one that was requited, than to reject it based on arbitrary rules laid down by old men in suits who knew neither herself or Shin. Nor were they able to understand that they were both just individuals who'd fallen in love, but who also happened to be teacher and student… they always seemed to think there was some sort of sordid, deluded thrill they were chasing.
Neither could they feel how right and normal it felt just laying around his apartment in one of his t-shirts, eating leftover takeaways they'd forgotten about the night before when her cooking had failed yet again.
They simply didn't know was the be-all-end-all of it, so she just would smile secretly to herself whenever she ended up on the end of yet another morality speech.
"Yankumi," said Shin with an emotion rarely bore, nervousness, as he blocked her way off the roof and shoved his hands in her pockets.
"Yes Shin?"
"I have something I need to tell you."
"What woman?" Shin's father inquired tersely, eyeing his son suspiciously as the guard shuffled into the room, "did she give you a name?"
"Yamaguichi Kumiko." The bodyguard replied, and while both generations of the Sawada males groaned: one was in remorse for the state of his son's affairs, while the other was inwardly cursing the dense forwardness of his homeroom teacher.
Shin's father watched his son's unchanging expression for a few moments, and then with an official air told the guard to 'show her in'.
Shin began to curse the day he ever confessed to Yamaguichi Kumiko.
I am enjoying this oddly written thing of mine, it's amazingly easy to write because whenever I get stuck I can just put in a line and go on to something else XD
Reviews are muchly apreciated and light a fire under my ass :P
