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Golden eyes stared at Rin every other few minutes. Rin didn't dare look up when she felt the creepy sensation slither up her spine and bring her neck hairs to attention. Instead, she pretended to be completely engrossed in her Algebra 3-4 problem worksheet she failed to finish over the weekend.

Once the feeling slithered away, Rin stole a glance up at Mr. Taisho. He was writing in a think black binder. Rin could only assume that it was his lesson plans for the week. She watched how his hand moved fluidly over the paper underneath it. Her eyes took in the pale white color of his hair and how it gracefully slid over his shoulders. Most men can't pull off long hair these days, Rin thought. But this man is the type to pull off any hairstyle.

Resisting the temptation to pull out her sketchbook and draw him, Rin dragged her eyes back to her math problems in front of her. Rin recoiled in surprise by the small airplane lying neatly on the center of her page. Unfolding it, Rin read Kagome's words:

EVER GET THE FEELING YOU'RE BEING WATCHED?

Rin nearly paled reading the note. Was it so obvious to the rest of the class? Rin glanced around the room. Everyone was surprisingly quiet and working on something. Every few moments, someone would glance up at Mr. Taisho, who still wrote in the binder, not noticing the way the girls were trying to undress him with their eyes and the glares the boys were giving him. Envy's a sin, fellas.

Rin scribbled: GUESS HE'S GOOD AT SPOTTING THE TROUBLE MAKER!

Rin folded the airplane back up, aimed at Kagome's desk and threw. Kagome reached out to grab the plane, but a suddenly flash of white appeared and snatched the plane out of the air before she could reach it.

Mr. Taisho stood next to Rin's desk and opened the note. Skimming it, he crumpled the paper and looked down at Rin, who was looking at his shoes. She couldn't take his eyes burning the top of her head anymore. Slowly, she raised her eyes. When they met with his golden orbs, she tried not to cringe. Defiance, Rin.

With the entire class watching by now, Mr. Taisho spoke while a violent chill rattled Rin's insides. "See me after class, Rin. We'll talk about this note."

His eyes gave a flash before he turned and made his way back to his desk. Rin shrugged at Kagome's apologetic eyes and returned to finishing her Algebra homework, already dreading her time alone with Mr. Taisho.

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Rin jumped when the bell rang and signaled the end of class. Oh, Kami! Help me!

Rin remained seated while all the other students filed out of the room in a hurry. The next bell didn't ring for another twenty minutes, which allowed students to make their way across campus for their classes in different buildings. Mr. Taisho waited for the students to leave the room, as expected.

Kagome hung back a second. Rin nodded at her to go ahead and leave. Mr. Taisho closed the door silently and walked over to where Rin was sitting. He sat on the top of Kagura's desk directly to the right of Rin and behind Kagome's seat.

Rin looked straight ahead of her at the blackboard; like, somehow, she could make it save her. Nothing was going to save her. She could practically smell the detention slip.

"Rin," Mr. Taisho called her attention.

Rin turned to the teacher. His eyes took up her entire vision once she made eye contact. Her heart raced against her chest and her stomach did a dance. What is it about this teacher that made her so . . . giddy? Oh, I know! Maybe it's his incredible hotness!

Rin felt like she was drowning in the pool of gold, but insisted on keeping their eyes locked. She wasn't about to let him talk to her like some child while she looked away and acted humble.

"Yes, Mr. Taisho?" Rin said as fake as she could.

From his pocket, Mr. Taisho retrieved the crumpled note. "About this note, Rin—who were you writing back to?"

Rin raised her eyebrows. "I am sorry, Mr. Taisho. I don't give away the names of my accomplices."

"Then perhaps you'll be willing to serve detention for them?"

"I am," Rin answered with absolutely no hesitation. In the back of her mind she noted to herself not to tell Kagome, for it will make her feel guiltier than she already does.

Mr. Taisho nodded. "So be it."

Rin held back a groan as Mr. Taisho stood and began to make his way back to his desk. Rin tried to look anywhere but the back of her teacher. She didn't want to be like the other girls and try to picture him naked. That would lead to worse matters.

Rin began to stand and gather her books. Her back was to his desk when her pen slid off her desk on onto the floor. Bending at the knees, Rin picked up the pen. When she stood again, she felt a presence at her back. Turning sharply, Rin found Mr. Taisho's pale blue shirt against her nose. She barely came up to his chin, the demon was so tall. Demon, Rin remembered. Her teacher was a sexy demon. In his hands were two pink slips. Timidly, Rin reached out and gently took them from his hands. There was no need in thanking him for giving her detention, so Rin couldn't think of anything else to say. Her nose filled with his scent of soap and laundry detergent and . . . what was that other smell? She couldn't put her finger out it.

Feeling too comfortable, Rin took a step back. Thankful that she didn't trip over her own feet, she picked up her book bag. She tried to slide past Mr. Taisho quickly, but the small aisle only allowed her to scoot past him slowly. When their chests met, her breasts pressed against his sternum and caused for her to have an electrical shock through her blood system. As her chest slid against his, Rin could've sworn she felt his hand rest on her right hip as if trying to get her to stop. Without even thinking, Rin stopped and looked up into Mr. Taisho's eyes. His golden orbs were watching her intently—so intently, Rin felt the urge to cringe. Instead, she stood straighter and glowered into his eyes.

"I'm very good at spotting the trouble makers, Rin. And you are the only one on my radar."

Rin visibly shivered. "Well, I guess you in for a wild school year."

Mr. Taisho nodded. "I'm hoping so."

Before Rin could react, Mr. Taisho's head cocked sideways. "Students are on their way to their next class. I wouldn't want you to miss yours."

Stepping away from her, Mr. Taisho returned to his desk. Rin took a quiet recollecting breath and walked to the door, aware of his eyes following her out.

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"Rin!"

Rin turned at her name and found Sango rushing to her.

"I heard about Mr. Taisho and the note," she said when she caught up, slightly breathless.

Rin nodded. "Detention."

"Aw, man!" Sango voiced. "That sucks."

"Yeah, but I'll live." Rin shrugged.

They both parted a few minutes later. Sango head to the North Building for English and Rin was headed to Art, her favorite subject. Art allowed you to express your feelings and how you see the world. Rin never went anywhere without her sketchbook—well, minus parties and girl's night out. Rin entered the classroom and sat at her usual spot, alone in the corner where the sunlight beamed through the window.

Rin dropped her book bag on the floor and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater. She glanced at the clock. She got here three minutes before the bell, which meant she was with Mr. Taisho for about ten minutes before running across campus to get to her first class, which took about seven minutes. Why am I counting minutes?

Maybe it had something to do with her trying to block out the way they had touched briefly. She was silently begging for him to touch her again, begging him to lean forward and—

The bell rang loud and cleared Rin's dirty mind with a snap. Her teacher began to talk about painting one's thoughts. Rin's thought were everywhere at the moment, so should she draw everything on this small canvas? Rin shrugged and once her teacher gave the OK, she began to draw. She didn't really pay attention to what she was drawing, but as she grew finished with it, she didn't like what she saw. Or did she?

The picture was of Rin leaning against her homeroom teacher while he read a book aloud. His arm held her to him and she looked like she was ready to melt. Rin resisted the urge to scream. Tearing the paper from the canvas, Rin folded it and shoved it into her bag. She has had enough thoughts of how hot and beautiful and stoic and beautiful and graceful and mysterious and beautiful her teacher was. Enough!

Rin let out a huff and waited out the rest of class, no longer happy to be there. When the bell finally rang, Rin jumped up and headed for her last class before lunch—Algebra.

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Rin let out a sigh of relief when the bell rang for lunch. Thank Kami!

Rin made her way out of the room, out of the building, across campus and into the dining hall. She only had to search a moment before realizing her friends weren't there yet. She got in line, grabbed a tray and filled it with food. She searched for a seat and settled down, waiting for her friends to arrive and eat lunch with her.

"You feel a little lonely?"

Ugh! This is not a good time, Koga!

"They'll be here soon," Rin answered looking down at her food while she toyed with it. So leave!

"Come on, Rin!" Koga suddenly bursts. "Give me a chance."

After Kagura had you? Not even!

"Leave, Koga." Rin didn't feel like putting up with his shit anymore than she had to.

Koga didn't take the hint, though. He moved from where he stood behind her to sitting on the table next to her. She flinched and nearly gave in to the urge to move.

"You know you want me."

"Not even close." Rin looked up to say that to his face.

He pulled out a chair and swiftly sat in it. "Playing hard-to-get will only make me want you more."

"Well, maybe if I say it bluntly, you'll leave me the fuck alone! I. Don't. Want. You!" Rin snapped.

Koga suddenly slid his hand over her thigh. Rin pushed it away. His devil smile grew as he tried again, this time he squeezed her so she couldn't push him away.

"Ow!" Rin yelped. "Koga, let go."

Where's Sango? Where's Kagome? InuYasha? Someone!

"Koga," Rin said evenly, trying not to let the panic show in her voice. "You're hurting me. Please let go."

"No," he answered, glaring at her. He squeezed tighter.

"Let her go."

Why do I already recognize that voice?

Rin looked up and saw Mr. Taisho glaring at Koga with, surprisingly, bright red eyes.

Koga stood and faced the man. Then, realizing it was a teacher, backed down. "I'll see you later, Rin."

"Don't count on it," she muttered, rubbing her thigh.

Koga glared at her and the teacher and turned to walk away. Once he was out of earshot, Mr. Taisho spoke.

"Are you hurt?"

"I'll be fine," she answered. As an afterthought, she timidly said, "Thank you."

Without even answering, Mr. Taisho turned and left. Sango and Kagome decided to choose that time to show up with Miroku in tow.

Rin watched Mr. Taisho leave. He glanced back once and his eyes had calmed back down to his soothing, yet piercing, gold.

Thank you, Mr. Taisho. My hero.

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