Summary: Tsukiyomi Ikuto had only one reason to go back to elementary school, even when he was already twenty-six years old; to pick up his sister's kid. Though, the hot, young teacher seems to tell his hormones otherwise.

So I've noticed many of you don't really like Ikuto in this story because he's a jerk, I thought he was more of a stressed twenty six year old, LOL. Thank you everyone for reviewing or liking my story, especially xAmuIkuto because you're one of my favourite authors! ENJOY; READ AND REVIEW EVERYONE!

Ps. To the people who wonder who is Akane's father, I thought it'd be kinda obvious even though the kid doesn't have much of his features, but it's going to be a pretty typical pairing :3

Teach Me – Chapter Two (Normal P.O.V)

Amu cleaned up the last of the dropped items around the classroom, smiling at how well the day went. The second graders were surprisingly well behaved, and weren't as loud as they usually were. She missed teaching the sixth graders, but she didn't mind who she taught, really. As long as they listened.

Something struck her as strange when she turned around to the locker bays'. There was a single, small black soccer cleat sticking out. She raised a thin, pink brow. None of the kids normally put shoes in their lockers.

She slowly went to check it out and discovered that the shoe led to a foot. Amu put a hand over her mouth to refrain from squealing in shock. Then, the foot led to a leg, which led to a small body, which led to a head that had two blonde pig-tails… She gasped. Only two people she knew had blonde pig-tails; Utau and…

"Akane?" She called. She raised her head, violet eyes watery and tears rolling down her face. Akane crawled out of her fetus like position in the cube where a bag would fit, and waddled over to her. Her tears soaked the white blouse Amu was wearing as she cried loudly. Amu stroked her back comfortingly.

"Everyone left me behind," Akane wailed.

"It's okay Akane. I'm still here," Amu crooned softly. The sound of shoes hitting the floor suddenly came from her left, and she lifted her head to see.

And almost fainted.

Amu felt her heart skip two beats as a tall, well-built man came around the corner, with disheveled blue hair. He had on skinny black jeans and a slightly rumpled grey t-shirt, which showed his well toned, tanned arms. Amu felt herself fangirling inside, but pushed it aside and stood up, dusting off her business like black skirt.

"I'm Hinamori Amu; the kids call me Miss Amu around here. You must be Akane's relative?" She said coolly, holding a hand out for him to shake. He raked a hand through his hair, using his free hand to shake hers. His grip was firm and she mentally screamed at herself to not blush.

"Uh, yeah, her uncle actually," Ikuto muttered, shooting daggers from his eyes at Akane, who secretly did it back. It was then that he had a truly good look at the petite teacher in front of him. He froze and felt his breath hitch in his throat. Ikuto had never seen anyone as… gorgeous as her in his twenty six years of living. She was no taller than his earlobe, and she had a slender body with curves that could stop a truck. She had out of the ordinary, mid-length pink hair, full lips that begged to be kissed and big, round golden eyes. Ikuto clenched his jaw to stop it from dropping.

Amu, on the other hand, took the gesture the wrong way. She thought, he thought that she was annoying and was clenching his jaw to keep in his anger. She leaned on one leg and put one hand on her hip, clearing her throat.

Ikuto stared at the way her ass pointed out. Keep it together, he told himself before he got a nosebleed.

"Well, Mr.…?"

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto."

"Mr. Tsukiyomi, I think you should take Akane home now. If you don't have enough time to pick her up from school next time, maybe you should consider getting someone else to do it for you?" She suggested dryly. Akane nodded in mock agreement.

"Ah you see, it's actually quite ironic how you say that, because her mother told me to pick her up for her," Ikuto explained. She looked unimpressed and looked down at Akane, smiling. Ikuto felt offended that she blew him off, just like that.

"Come on Akane, you should be going now," Amu whispered to her, pushing her lightly. Akane refused and clung onto her leg like a monkey. She laughed.

"I'm sure your mother is waiting for you?"

And with that, the little girl ran over to Ikuto willingly, but her eyes proved she was only going at the mention of her mother. She gave somewhat of a sickening smile and tugged him along to the car. He turned back and waved a hand lazily at the pink head.

"Thanks, Amu," he said with unintended seductiveness. He liked the way it rolled off his tongue and unbeknownst to him, Amu liked it too. But she couldn't tell him, let alone show him, that she did. This guy was a complete, incapable of kids jerk! But he just had to be a completely sexy jerk too!

"That's Mrs. Hinamori to you," she stated in a flat voice. With a turn of her heel, she made her way back into the classrooms and left Ikuto confused. Mrs. Hinamori? He shook his head; of course she was married. She was an absolute goddess, no denying that. She probably had men crawling at her feet, begging to at least hold the things she threw into the bin!

Ikuto grew irritated at the mental image of a man standing with the model-like woman. How could he have not noticed the golden band on her slim finger? Ikuto needed answers, and he needed it quick.

The drive home was quiet and long. Akane sat silently, fidgeting on the leather seat. She coughed, and Ikuto jumped in his seat. She didn't dare say anything, for she feared the laundry room. Ikuto thought it was a good time to start a conversation.

"So, Akane," he started, checking himself out in the rear view mirror. He watched her expression turn suspicious of his sudden start of conversation. She kept quiet, but nodded since she knew he could see her.

"About that teacher of yours," he tried to say, but she cut him off.

"She's happily married," she said bluntly.

"I know, I know. Is she always that rude?"

"No, she's actually really nice and caring. She just doesn't like you."

"Ouch."

"It's okay, I don't like you either."

"That's encouraging, coming from my niece."

"I know," she said in a chirpy voice, giving her father's signature thumbs up. (A/N: You guys know who it is now? :3) Ikuto sighed. That Amu was so… so… so frustratingly mind consuming. Sure, she was sexy as hell and had had an attitude that somehow pulled Ikuto in further, but she was married! He tried to think what kind of man she would be into. She had to at least think Ikuto was cute. All through high school the ladies loved him, how could she not? He had had several girlfriends, and some girls worshipped the ground he walked on. Unless Ikuto had lost his charm over the years, but he highly doubted it. He turned to Akane for answers.

"What kind of guy is your teacher in to?"

"Her husband," she chirpily sung. Ikuto rolled his eyes at how much she was like both her parents combined.

"What kind of guy is her husband?" He prompted, digging into this mysteriously addicting teacher. He wanted to know more about her, though he told himself to back down because she was married. Maybe they could be friends or something. Ikuto mentally scoffed at the thought; how could he be friends with a woman who made him want to push her up against the wall and kiss her lips till she was begging for more?

"Oh he's amazing," she sighed dreamily. "He's her height and he has amazing and neat blonde hair. He's like, a complete prince. He's so nice, and sweet, and charming, and kind, and dreamy."

Ikuto almost gagged. So the beauty – and his niece – was into good boys? He frowned. She couldn't have been into kiddish, good boys who listened to their mums all the time, all this time. She must've at least had a crush on the popular, rebel boy at least once in school. Ikuto turned his focus to the road.

Amu could not get that damn man off her mind. Even when she was walking home – the cons of not having a car – she was still thinking about him. He was so handsome. Unlocking the door with a sigh, she tried to get him off her mind. He was just a rude jerk who treated kids wrong. Besides, she was perfectly happy with her husband anyway, wasn't she?

After closing the door and hanging up her coat on the person-like coat hanger, she heard pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. She went to find out the mystery sound, holding up her hands in a defensive position in case it was a robber. She was greeted by the back of a person, whisking away at the bowl in his hands. The sight of neat, blonde hair made her sigh in relief. The person – her husband, namely – turned around, and she gazed into familiar ruby eyes. Amu gave a weary smile.

"I'm home, Tadase-kun."

Okay, so that was a super crappy ending and a super crappy chapter in general. Sorry about that! Well, tell me what you think and hope you liked it!
Thank you for reading!