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

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Chapter 3

I immediately told Kaoru about what happened in his office, and it got her worried.

"Stay away from him from now on," she told me solemnly.

"I think that's too harsh. He did not do anything to me, "I defended him. True, he didn't do anything to me at all. Except for the small gestures he made. I remembered the way he caged me with his arms on the wall of his office and I shook my head violent, making the red hot heat that's converging on my cheek vanish.

"Yeah? But I could feel that he's hiding something. And did you remember anything? Did you meet him before you met him at the park? Think! Did you meet him at Aoiya or something? Maybe while you were serving him a drink you accidentally spilled it on his shirt so that's why he held a grudge on you?"

"No, he's not making any sense. It's the first time I saw him. It's not like a have a short term memory, I would remember seeing a handsome guy like him in Aoiya, trust me,". It's true. I have good memory about people, especially their faces. And I'm positive the first time I've met him is at the park that night.

"Yeah, you would," Kaoru admitted it.

From that day on, I have a massive feeling of dread of coming to his class. From the second class onwards, his class were held in the chemistry lab. He's teaching chemistry after all, and what is chemistry without mixing together two different potions and watch the mixture explode? Of course his classes would have to be in the lab.

This chemistry lab is very old fashioned, crying out loud for much needed renovation. It is filled with square top tables equipped with 2 with round stools each, that are uncomfortable cause it have nowhere to lean on since the stool came with no back. My lab partner is no other than Kaoru.

Today she is looking straight at our teacher who is droning on and on about something in front of the class. I'm sure by the slight glaze in her eyes that her head is the clouds. The stifling heat and the fumes left from the experiments from the class before us really made all of us sleepy.

Today he is wearing a long white plastic lab coat, and the way that piece of clothing wraps around his frame it looks like it's some classy couture designer outfit straight from the catwalk. He has his back turned to us all as he fumbled for a whiteboard marker, making me notice the way that coat rippled across his shoulders. He has such broad shoulders.

I let out an involuntary sigh. Someone as attractive like him should be made illegal to teach female students. He is writing some chemical equation on the whiteboard in blue ink..

2 H2 + O2 ?Ă 2 H2O

What's that? Looks like gibberish to me. Oh wait, I knew the H2O. It's water. H2 is hydrogen and O2 is oxygen. Yes. I knew this!! I'm not so dumb in chemistry after all!

"This is a sample of a chemical reaction. A type of reaction that is rather common in the world." he said, and turned to face us.

"What is exactly the meaning of a chemical reaction, class?" he looked around. No one offered to answer his question, as usual.

" A chemical reaction is a process that results in the interconversion of chemical substances," he paused, gauging the reaction of the class, which is mostly blank expressions and wide eyed incomprehension, before he continued.

"Such reactions can result in molecules combining to form larger molecules, molecules breaking apart to form two or more smaller molecules, or rearrangement of atoms within or across molecules. Chemical reactions usually involve the making or breaking of chemical bonds," he looked around. And our eyes met, for a second. Since I looked like I don't understand what's he's saying, he continued talking.

"Let's take a different look at this. The substance or substances initially involved in a chemical reaction are called reactants. Miss Misao!" he suddenly said. I was so shocked I jumped from my seat and nearly toppled off it. I steadied myself and stared at him. Why did he called my name?

"Come here for a second," he said, gesturing for me to come in front.

Everyone looked at me strangely. I walked to the front of the class, eyes on the floor, trying to hide from their gaze. As I stood in front of him, I tilted my head up to look at him. He gestured for me to turn and face my classmates. I obeyed. And as I faced my classmates I flashed them a wide, yet nervous smile.

"Okay, now, imagine that both of us are reactants." he said out loud. It dawned on me that he's using me as an example. I can live with that. Although I have no idea why he choose me as his teaching aid.

"A chemical reaction may require three or more reagents, but now there's only two. Reagent number one, is me. And reagent number two is her," he explained.

"Look at us now. We are separate human beings. With completely different physical components. For example, she's female, and I'm male.," he paused. As he said that I could feel him looking at me, making me even more nervous. Ha, that's good, at least he thinks I'm a girl.

"Next, look at our difference in height." he continued. That bought a chuckle or two out from my friends.

That got a frown from me. Did he pick me up because I'm the shortest in this class, so that he could emphasize the difference between our heights? My lack of height is really a touchy issue, and it got me very annoyed that he used this fact to teach other people.

"Okay, now. Chemical reactions are characterized by a chemical change, and they yield one or more products which are, in general, different from the reactants," he suddenly took hold of my right hand and spun me around to face him. He took both of my hands and grasped them tightly, as he turned to look at his students.

"Now both of us are having a chemical change," he said.

Chemical change? All I have done is get my hands held by him. And I think my palms are getting sweaty. I will not have him feel the sweat on my hands, so I immediately tried to pry my hands free from him. He noticed my struggles, but instead of letting them go, I feel him looking at me with his aquamarine eyes, and I feel his grasp tightened. It's as if he's trying to communicate silently to me that he will not be letting me go anytime soon.

My heart's thumping irregularly now.

"Classically, chemical reactions encompass changes that strictly involve the motion of electrons in the forming and breaking of chemical bonds, although the general concept of a chemical reaction, in particular the notion of a chemical equation, is applicable to transformations of elementary particles, as well as nuclear reactions."

"Now, after a chemical change, lets say that it results in molecules combining to form larger molecules,"he said it.

With a glint in his eyes, he tugged at both of my hands hard and in surprise, I lost my balance and stumbled forwards. I closed my eyes, thinking that I will fall to the floor. Instead, I feel my face bumped and squashed into something solid and my world is encompassed in the dark of the night.

"Now both of us are one, forming a larger molecule," he announced to the whole class, and I could hear a lot of noise, a combination of laughter, cheering, gasps and people talking to each other.

I was dazed for a while, trying to gather any coherent thoughts I have left. Suddenly I realized that when I have fallen forward, he blocked my fall with his chest, and he have totally enveloped me with his lab coat, locking me in his embrace with his coat. I have both of my hand on his chest, cushioning my fall, and I could feel the warmth permeating from his stomach, slowly spreading through my fingertips, leaving them tingling. I turned my head sideways and with my ears pressed against the soft material of his shirt I could hear the beating of his heart.

I'm glad that no one can see me now, hidden under his coat, cause I think I'm as red as a boiled lobster now.

"Ring any bells now?" I heard him whisper, and that broke me out my reverie.

"Eh?" I responded, bewildered.

He let go of the lab coat and released me back into reality. As I looked up to him and I could notice a slight tightening of his jaw, as if he is annoyed by something. An he turned his back towards me and continued lecturing like there's nothing happened before. I was left there, and ignored by him. With my face burning up I dashed to my seat. Kaoru looked at my red face quizzically, and shrugged when I ignored her questioning stares. And from that moment till the end of this particular class, he did not even once glance my way.

"I'll remember this lesson, forever," I muttered.

"If the finals are all about chemical reactions, you would get it all correct," Kaoru interjected, amused.

"Yeah,"I giggled.

"Love is like a chemical reaction, right ? Two people's feelings, going through a chemical process to produce a single molecule, a synthetic feeling called love, "Kaoru said, wistfully.

Never thought chemistry could be this interesting. It certainly helped by the fact that a hot teacher is teaching it.

What the heck was that back then, I thought as I lie on my bed that night, unable to sleep as my thoughts are filled with the image of him.

Mental head slap.

Stop thinking about him!

I took in all the air my lung cold hold, and exhaled them quickly.

That isn't possible to do. I have to admit, I am falling for my teacher, hard. Despite everything, I have fallen for him. It's like that he put a magic spell on me, and filled my head with thoughts of him.

But there's one thing that left me dumbfounded. I seemed to feel like he wants me to remember something. Something about him. But what is it? I have racked my brain for a long time but I still have no idea what's that very thing he wanted me to remember.

I took the handkerchief he left at the park that night from under my pillow. I hid it there in case that anyone could find it. I took it and scrutinized it. It's a plain, ordinary handkerchief. It's white, with pastel floral flowers as the border. It looked like he's being using this often, cause it looked old and washed out. There's a little stitches in the corner, forming into something I couldn't recognize. As I was scrutinizing the stitches the door to my room burst open and came in Okon and Omasu. We weren't related, but I consider them as my family member, a substitute for both my dead mother and a sister I wish I had.

"Eh. Where did you find that old thing?" Okon asked me, as I tried to hide it behind me, Omasu grabbed it and looked at it closely.

"I thought you lost it a long time ago. Never thought you would find it again after all this years." Omasu said.

"Wait. Are you saying this handkerchief belong to me?"I blurted out.

"Yeah, look, it even have your initials," Okon pointed it to me. To my horror, she is right, although it is horribly stitched and most of the thread have came lose, I could see that if formed in to two alphabets.

M.M

Misao Makimachi

To be continued…

This has to be the most difficult chapter I've written!! I had it rewritten 3 times, and still I'm not too happy with the result. What do you think? And i need know ask, what theories do you have with how Misao and Aoshi have met previously? The more theories posted the faster i'll update the next chapter. Hehe.