AN: Myaa… I'm SO tired… but I saw a review I got for this fic and was like… I wrote what, now? And it turns out I wrote this. XD I'm so overworked. Put in a whopping 75 hours last week! *proud*
…What life?
Warnings: Yaoi, slight mentions of het, and a few controversial topics here and there…
Summary: In this chapter, Miyagi makes some decisions. It's pretty sappy, kinda crappy, and written a tad different than my usual stuff, since I'm exhausted… will hold off on posting until I can take a look over it, Maybe… Also, as you'll note at the end of this chapter, the K key on my keyboard broke. I think it's time to say bye-bye to anyone with a K in their names. XD Bye bye, Misaki, Hiroki, Nowaki, Risako, (how am I gonna do the story without her?!), and everyone else. (Half those ppl aren't even in this story XD)
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Miyagi To-chan
Chapter 4: No more Secrets
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"You're late." Kamijou stated as Miyagi entered their office and slammed his things down on his desk.
"I know, I know." Miyagi sighed.
"…The dean wants to see you." Kamijou told his superior, nervously.
"…The dean? He's back from his business visit?" Miyagi paled, slightly.
"…I think he had a family issue to address… so he returned, prematurely…" Kamijou stated, as cryptically as possible, but the meaning was the same.
"…I see." Miyagi sighed. "…Thanks for the heads up, Kamijou."
"I also took over your first class, and distributed the pop quiz you had planned."
"…I didn't have a pop quiz planned…"
"…As far as your students know, you did."
Miyagi glared. "Stop competing with me! My students are every bit as… agh, I'm really not in the mood at all to play with you, Kamijou."
"Also, the ka on your keyboard is broken."
"What?!" Miyagi darted over to his computer, furiously. "How did this happen?!"
"You ask too many questions?" Kamijou smirked.
"Or I shoot you too many emails." Miyagi snapped, annoyed. (1)
"Asking questions." Kamijou smirked, victoriously.
"…Don't you have a class to teach?" Miyagi glared and Kamijou huffed.
"…Yeah, sure… you're welcome." He headed out, curtly.
Miyagi groaned, running his fingers through his hair. 'So much for me being a good person…'
"Miyagi-kun?" The dean knocked on the door and Miyagi gasped, silently, completely shocked at the dean's sudden appearance.
He must have entered as Kamijou exited.
'Bastard Kamijou- couldn't even give me a damn warning?!!'
"Gakubuchou! Good to see you! So sorry I'm late, I was… getting… wasted, last night…" He completely failed to come up with a lie.
The dean arched a brow and laughed, softly. "Ah… yes… Understandably… but see that it doesn't happen again- I don't want the other staff picking up on any bad habits."
"…Yes sir." Miyagi frowned. "I'm sorry…"
"Well, when most men find out their ex-wives are pregnant with their child, I think they react similarly… Risako made the error of telling you on a school day." He shook his head, disappointed in his daughter.
Miyagi eyed him, annoyed. 'What kind of person places any type of emphasis on something so trivial in a situation that is so extreme?!!'
"Anyway, I can forgive you this one time, as you've never had any other occurrences, before… in fact you're usually pretty good about staying late."
"Yeah…" Miyagi swallowed, nervously. "…Ah, I'd love to chat with you, sir, but I've got a class in a few minutes-"
"Oh, of course… are you free for lunch?"
'I'm having lunch with Shinobu… SHIT…'
"I'm having lunch with Shinobu."
'…WHY WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT, YOU IDIOT?!! ARE YOU STILL DRUNK?!!' Miyagi mentally beat himself up.
The dean blinked, confused. "Shinobu? Ah… he must be just as shocked as we were… ah- and you, as well, I'm sure."
"…All respect, sir, I don't think anyone was more shocked than I was…" Miyagi laughed, nervously.
"…What do you plan to do?" The dean looked extremely serious. Miyagi got goose bumps, suddenly. In all the years he had known the man, they had always been on good terms…
Suddenly things felt tense… awkward… extremely frightening…
This man's precious daughter was knocked up and she had no husband… not good… not good at all…
"We'll talk at lunch." Miyagi inhaled, confidently. "…Shinobu can join us."
The dean blinked. "Don't you think it a better idea that Shinobu not-"
"Shinobu should join us. He's more upset than you know, and I promised I'd be there for him for lunch."
"…Ah…" The dean blinked as Miyagi grabbed up his things and passed him.
"Sorry for being late. As I said… it won't happen again."
That said; he closed the door behind himself.
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"Matsuo Basho, born in 1644, died in 1694, he lived, what, at that time, could be considered a long life- though that's about how old Kamijou the Devil is-"
Miyagi's students laughed at Miyagi's quip at his co-worker's expense, and he smirked, enjoying how they hung onto his every word.
Though he had always been fairly good at convincing his classes, on a daily basis, that he was cheerful, happy, and eccentric, he never felt anything more than a monotonous indifference for a very long time—
That was… until he met Shinobu…
There was no doubt about it… Shinobu was more important to him than anything in the world… his class, his tenure, his status in society, his current lifestyle, his home, his family… nothing made him feel alive, happy, passionate- NOTHING.
Nothing…
Except…
…Shinobu…
So as he faked a smile and laughed and taught his students, he was trembling on the inside…
Fifteen minutes left until his life would inevitably crumble. He'd most likely lose his job- whether he be forced to leave, or whether he leave of his own volition- if, for nothing else, but to ease the tension between him and the dean…
He had no idea how the dean would take the revelation that was about to be laid out before him.
But he'd be damned if we was going to continue lying or hiding or keeping something as pure as his and Shinobu's love for one another in secrecy when reality had become so much more intense…
A baby changes things… that's something no one questions…
But the reality of it had never hit him as hard as it did the night before…
He'd made his mind up…
Up to now, it was okay to sneak around and fuck the dean's kid…
Up until recently, he'd thought it only an odd whim of Shinobu's… thought it only of some kind of mid-life crisis, not realizing how real these feelings he held for the brat truly were…
And as sappy as it all sounded… he had to dwell on it all night while getting hammered, so he wasn't about to go to lunch with his friend and boss, along with his lover, with half-assed feelings, or a wimp attitude.
He had a little strength now. He didn't know where he was drawing it from- perhaps he was acting purely on emotions, as Shinobu typically did- but right now, he didn't feel bothered by it.
Well… yeah, butterflies had beefed up and were fluttering about in his stomach to the point of making him sneak off to the bathroom and vomit… but in all fairness, that might have been the hangover…
He didn't want to think twice about this.
It wasn't fair to anyone. He was tired of being even less mature than Shinobu. At least Shinobu was earnest about his feelings and actions… Shinobu, it would seem, was more of a man than he was.
Which is why he didn't feel the need to tell Shinobu that his father would be joining them for lunch, nor that he was about to reveal their deep, dark, ever-secret relationship to him.
Because deep inside, he knew that Shinobu would be a tad shocked, but that the boy would be ready in an instant to defend their love- and with someone as strong, passionate, and brave as Shinobu by his side- he felt nothing could touch him.
He was invincible, thanks to this blissful love.
His lecture was interrupted when he began laughing, softly, and suddenly.
He used to mock his students. He'd overhear them talking about how they'd fallen in love with other brats they'd just recently met. Two months, three months, 'what a crock,' he'd thought.
Until it had happened to him, of course.
His students all eyed him, oddly.
"…Sorry." He smiled to his class, quickly thinking up a lie. "…Someone wrote something inappropriate in my book… ah… it's about time for class to end… let's head out early, shall we?"
The bell rang.
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The 'KA' on Miyagi's keyboard is broken. This is a super inside joke for myself, since my K key is freaking broken. Kamijou suggests that Miyagi asks too many questions, because, as any Japanese-speaker knows, you end a sentence with 'ka' when asking a question. Miyagi replies that he shoots Kamijou too many emails because, well… Kamijou's name starts with KA.