The Third Situation
Allen Walker has attended Black Academy for two months. His adopted sister Lenalee and her antagonistic best friends don't find anything strange with the school—but then again, none of them have been molested by the any members of the teaching staff. Since that confusing, heart-pounding meeting in the music professor's third floor classroom, Allen has done his best to steer clear of the phys ed teacher, Mr. Winters, and Dr. Cross.
Considering Mr. Winters wasn't his gym teacher, and he didn't even take a music course, one might naturally think his plan would prove successful. One might also be wrong.
Zokalo Winters was the head of his department; he didn't teach any of the six gym classes, nor any of the three weight-training courses. He didn't coach any of Black Academy's seven competitive sports teams either. As best as Allen could tell, he did a lot of organizing and substituting. He was often seen tiding up the equipment closet, or straightening the pile of gymnastic mats in the corner of the gym. He sat in for Dr. Nine, Allen's history professor once, though that had been before the Incident.
Similarly, Ph.D Marion Cross only taught on occasion. He did a lot with the drama department, and gave private lessons before and after school. He supposedly taught a few periods in the second semester, but Allen only knew this secondhand. He was rarely away from the third floor, where all of the music classrooms were located as well as his office, and Allen didn't have any classes on that floor.
Allen is understandably surprised when both men manage to (he assumes deliberately) insinuate themselves into his schedule. Suddenly, Zokalo's lost a bet or something, and is stuck with cafeteria duty for two weeks straight. Cross wanders the hallways and the grounds, humming and peering into (Allen's) classrooms curiously. Allen rushes from the locker rooms after P.E., tie askew and half-buttoned, because Mr. Winters is 'concerned about thieves'.
He is pulled into the alcove by the second floor stairwell that Lenalee once called, giggling, the Kissing 'Clove by Cross on his way, late, to third period Eastern Basic. He emerges only a little mussed, one half of his collar flipped up and the other tugged aside where Dr. Cross had seen fit to bite. Only hours later on the same day, Zokalo snatches him to his side as he tries to exit to the gym, forces his face up and kisses him so fiercely that afterwards Allen still feels the ghost of his tongue, swiping at his gums and probing the underside of his own.
He is thoroughly weirded-out, to say the least, and wishes he had someone to tell. Lenalee, his usual confidant—he can't even imagine her reaction. Would she humor him? He's not sure she would believe the story he had to tell. Lavi wouldn't take him seriously, and Kanda would give him that 'you're an insect, why are you talking to me, go away' look he was so familiar with—and besides, neither of those two were really his friends.
Allen considered himself well liked. He was friendly and approachable, and he loved to talk to people. He had friends all over the school—but, he still, mysteriously, had no one he felt confident in confiding to.
At least not about getting jumped repeatedly by his teachers.
Eastern Basic is a language, a foreign one in Allen's case. The world this fic takes place is Earth, but not. Different history, different geography, same technology :)
-Oceans
