Teacher's Pet: Love Rival, Bianchi!
To say that Bianchi Gokudera was beautiful would be an understatement. Its often said that she is so beautiful that her own brother becomes incapacitated by her beauty!
So this naturally made her a target for Dr. Shamal's affection.
He had been walking home and as usual he walked by the Sawada residence, where it always seemed to be a party going on. There were children running and playing on the side of the house, teenagers hung out in bith the front and back yards, and tanning on the front lawn was...
BIANCHI-CHAAAN~~~!" Shamal exclaimed as bounded up to her, abandoning all self-respect on the sidewalk. "You look amazing in that bikini, Bianchi-chan!"
Bianchi, a purple-haired, Italian woman lay in the sun completley ignoring the science teacher. To say that she and Shamal went way back would be a lie. Sure, being in the Italian mob from young ages, their paths crossed alot, but that was pretty much it. It wasn't until she matured into a woman that Shamal took notice of her. And even though she repeatedly professed her love for a man named Reborn, he couldn't stop the surge of feelings that he got whenever he was around her.
He always became inexplicably happy and euphoric when she came around. Even though she shoved poisonous pies and cakes into his face, but hey, she wasn't called the Poison Scorpion fo nothing. But despite Shamal's advances, she always ignored him or just outright rejected him. And even despite all that, Shamal always proclaimed his lusty love for her!
Bianchi Goudera was sunbathing when Shamal tried to pounce on her; and she just shoved a poisonos pie in his face.
He wiped the cream off his mouth. "Oh, Bianchi-chan, when are you going to admit you have the hots for me?" He asked happily. "I don't know how much longer I can wait!3!"
"When you DIE!" she declared harshly, coming at him with another confectionary. Shamal dodged.
Although she was trying to kill him, he really enjoyed her company.
"Oi, Shamal! How's it goin'?" a high squeaky voice asked him.
Shamal looked down at a small five-year-old boy wearing a suit with a live chameleon resting in his fedora.
"Ah, Reborn," Shamal said calming down, "long time, no see? I'm just fine."
That's right, Bianchi's lover is five... Or rather, stuck in a five year old's body (but that's a story for another time)
"You lookin' for someone?" Reborn asked putting his hands in his pockets.
"No," Shamal responded, "just on my way home. Tought I'd say 'hi'."
Shamal and Reborn exchanged words and stares, and eventually Shamal went on his way.
'One day', he thought, 'I'll find someone to love me the way she loves him.'
Author's Note:
Okay, since someone decided to alert this story, I guess I might as well finish it. Just be warned :EXTREME MARY-SUE-NESS AHEAD! (except for the whole being perfect at everything thing.) Please review!