Summary: Rules of Attraction's spin off. Misao found herself in an awkward situation with an arrogant guy. What a shock to find that he is the new chemistry teacher. AM
Disclaimer:I don't own anything. Especially RK characters.
I am overwhelmed by the response I got! Wow, thanks! Anyway check my other story Rules of attraction, the inspiration for this story and are set in the same universe, but more focused of the complicated relationship between Kenshin, Tomoe, Enishi and Kaoru. sorry for the shameless plug. Thank for those who review the last chapter : mimi, anime.fushigi, gwen, s makn and to MagicallyYours.
Chapter 2
His heat lingers on my skin from his touch back them when he helped me get back up. I rubbed at the very spot where our skins met, trying to make it all go away.
I looked around. His office is rather cozy, with a huge desk right at the center, piled with files and books and miscellaneous things. Messy desk. There's also a single flat screen monitor in the middle of the mountains of paper he had on the desk. There also another smaller table with two comfy chairs around it on the right side of the room. And I could see that there's a teapot on it, with two empty tea cups.
Interesting. He has been expecting me. He even made me a steaming pot of tea.
Maybe I misinterpreted his tone of voice earlier. Maybe he asked me to see him for other reasons than to tell me that I will be punished. Maybe he is…I don't know…looking for someone to keep him company? Is this a date?
Mental head slap.
No matter how attractive this creature is, he is after all my teacher, and much older than my college ex-boyfriend. He wouldn't try to involve romantically with me. Me, an unattractive midget with boyish figure, and totally zero sex appeal to the opposite sex. The only feminine thing is my hair. It's long, and I've braided it carefully every day before I step outside of my home.
And what about the student-teacher status. People frown upon any romantic relationship between a teacher and a student. He might even be fired if he has any relationship with his students.
It's not if I'm considering it.
No I'm not attracted to him the slightest!
Because I don't think he'll reciprocate my feeling.
Another mental head slap. What am I thinking!
"Welcome to my office," he murmured, gesturing at the comfy chair I've set eyes onto earlier on. I sat down quickly. And I took the cute teacup and examined it, curious. I don't know a lot about teacups, but I could tell that this one is expensive. It's made with fine china and its hand painted in gold and silver, forming a pattern that looks to me like small flowers.
"Like to have a cup of tea with me?" he gestured to my cup, so I gently laid down the cup on the tabletop. I smiled at him.
"Love too," I agreed. Immediately, he took the teapot. I watched him, fascinated by the way he grasped the teapot, with his long, slender fingers, and the graceful motion as he poured a stream of steaming water into my cup. He poured himself a cup of tea and set the teapot down.
Damn, I even find his fingers are attractive. Maybe Kaoru is right. Maybe I have some weird fetish about older men. Someone please! Help me to stop noticing all the small details about him.
"Go on," he said to me while sipping his drink. I took my cup tentatively, and in the corner of my eyes I could see him, closing his eyes, savoring the taste of the hot beverage.
I find his motions, sensuous, and sexy. Damn.
What's wrong with him? He asked me to come here to drink tea? All right, if that's what he wants me to do, so be it.
I took a sip.
"Tea is a great drink, huh, compared to all other beverages in the world. It's healthy. " I said, making small talks. Trying to dispel the tension I felt. He nodded.
"I agree. I'll take tea any time, compared coffee. Juices. Or alcoholic beverages. I'm a tea connoisseur. I have a lot of collection. Green tea? Lapsang souchong? Earl Grey? Darjeeling? I have almost everything here" He gestured to the cabinet beside him. I nearly gaped at his tea collection. The cabinet is overflowed with tea. By the quantity of it he could open a store exclusively selling tea.
Wait, did he mention alcoholic beverages? Is he hinting something? Or am I just way too paranoid?
Anyway, he's not a tea connoisseur. He's a tea freak!
"Uh? And what am I drinking now?" I eyed the drink in front of me. He let out a soft chuckle.
"Just an ordinary tea. I wouldn't dare to make you try any other exotic types, would I?" he said.
"Try me," I said, and smiled at him. He raised an eyebrow, and flashed me a rather weird smile.
"Right. You would. I can feel that you are rather adventurous," a rather subtle smirk appeared.
I don't know why, but the way he said that, it makes it sound rather kinky in my ears. And the way our eyes met, and the intense gaze he gave me made me sweat under my skin. After all, I'm alone in the room with him. I'm a woman, he's a man.
Tea is an aphrodisiac after all. And the aromatic steam, it really does wonders to you.
Mental head slap. Get your mind out off the gutter Misao!!
On the other side, is he implying something? Adventurous as in brave enough to drink and get drunk? Is he implying that he knew it was me last night?
I AM getting paranoid.
"Err…sir…why am I here, actually?" I tried to change the topic.
"What do you think?" he asked me, and watched me, trying to read my reaction.
What do I think? Only one word has been bouncing around my head ever since I was pacing along the corridor outside of his office.
"Detention?" I said meekly.
He shook his head, but I could feel his amusement. He took 3 separate blank A4 papers and handed them over to me. And he handed me a blue pen and crossed his arms, watching my reaction. I am baffled. And I looked at him, questioningly.
"Write in each paper your offense. Three separate offenses. Write why you did them and why you will never repeat the same behavior ever again. Now, will you excuse me. I have some work to do. Remember I will not let you go if you did not fill those papers."
Great. I have no idea why that the teachers here love to give this kind of punishment to me. Did they really think that I will repent quickly if I wrote these reflection essays? I let out a loud sigh and resigned to the task, while he got up and walked to his desk, and begin typing something on his pc.
Paper number one I filled it with saying I was sorry for daydreaming in the class. The second paper I filled it with saying I was sorry for passing notes in class. The third one, I have no idea what to write so I took a wild guess and said I was sorry for coming late to school. I really have no idea what is my third offense, and I have this nagging suspicion it's about the drunken state I am in last night.
While I was wrapping up the essay about why I was late and how did it happen and how I will never repeat the same mistake again in the near future, and as soon as I finished writing I immediately swiveled my head to his direction to tell him that I am finished with my work. That action resulted in my cheek bumping into something. In horror I realized that I was so wrapped up in writing it that I never realized that he have left his armchair and is standing behind me, lowering himself to take a closer look at what am I writing.
Our faces bumped with each other hard. I feel a spark of pain. I immediately jumped out of my seat in shock. I touched my right cheek with my palm, which is twitching with pain, and stared at him. He looked unconcerned, but his right hand fingers are rubbing his cheekbones gently.
"Ouch," he said softly.
"I'm so sorry!!"
"No, don't worry. You can bruise my cheek any time, just tell me, my cheek is all yours" he said in his trademark emotionless voice, but I seem to detect a hint of sarcasm.
That tone. That voice. That same type of response. That sardonic remark. He is the guy last night. I'm positive.
I quickly gave him my papers and prepared to take off in fright. But he stopped me.
"You don't remember me, do you?" his voice dropped to a low baritone.
I could feel my eyes widening and bulging with horror. He remembered about last night!!
I immediately tried to dash out of his office, but his strides are far too long and he managed to grab me before I could bolt. He pulled me away from the door and turned the doorknob, until I heard a small click. In my horror I realized that he have locked the door. He used both of his hands, and forming a fence, trapping me to the wall. I have no where to go, and he looked down at me, bending closer and closer until I could feel his breath on me. With face inches apart, he looked at me intently. I turned left, and right, trying to evade his accusing eyes frantically. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm sorry about last night!! It was my first time trying, and I just have a few sips. I thought I was alone at that park. I promise I will never repeat that foolish behavior again! "I pleaded with him. He frowned as he looked at me, trying to process what I've said.
"Last night? At the park? It was you?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Eh?" I squeaked, surprised.
"It was dark, and I was too annoyed to look carefully," he paused. And smiled.
"You don't know??" I was still reeling with shock.
If he doesn't know that I was the girl last night, it means that all this time I was afraid for nothing. And I just let my big fat mouth tell him a good reason to get me in trouble with the school authorities. Oh how stupid of me! I've learn my lesson.
"Anyway, I wasn't talking about last night," he continued.
I looked at him, blank.
"You really don't know what I'm talking about?"
I shook my head.
He shook his head and opened the locked door wide open. He moved away from me and he nudged me, signaling that I should leave his office.
"Try. To. Remember." he said cryptically before slamming the door shut at my face.
I have no idea what is he talking about and I doubt that I will know what it is anytime soon.
To be continued...
