Want a Pineapple, Sensei?
Chapter Nine
The next day...
Fran showed up at the school ten minutes early, because he had recieved a call from Mukuro that had instructed him to do so, and, being a lovestruck teenage boy, he simply couldn't resist.
"Sensei!" Fran called when he saw the man. The teal-haired boy ran over, and hugged his teacher tightly. "I'm glad your okay, you crazy tropical fruitcake!"
"Kufufufu, please don't make that my new nickname," Mukuro replied. "Now come. We're about to start talking to the principal about Lancia."
"Ah, yes, so that Lancia doesn't have to pee himself every time he gets called on," Fran muttered. Mukuro smiled.
"Good boy for agreeing to this."
"It was my suggestion," Fran replied. Mukuro sighed as they began to head to the principal's, and Fran watched his teacher's back, paying close attention to the way the older man moved as he walked. The way his ponytail had just the slightest bounce in it, the way his shoulders would occasionally tense and relax as he walked, it was all so intruiging to the student. Mukuro was the sole reason for Fran's education. If he weren't Fran's teacher, the teal-haired boy would have given up on school a long, long time ago.
The knocking against the principal office door snapped Fran out of his daze. "Sir, this is Rokudo Mukuro, may I come in?"
"Yes. Lancia-san is already here," the stern voice called back.
Mukuro walked into the office, and kept the door open for Fran, who followed him in. "This is Fran, he's a friend of Lancia," Mukuro said, refusing to even spare the other student even a mere glance.
Lancia kneaded his hands cautiously, and wrote down on a piece of paper, 'Rokudo-sensei, do you agree to send me to Ms. Miura's class?'
Mukuro read over the note, then passed it to the principal. "I do," he said, "I'm not the right instructor for Lancia. He's a tender boy, you see, and I'm simply too strict of a teacher for his soft demeanor."
"Sensei's lying," Fran cut in, "Listen, Mr. Reborn principal guy, sensei and Lancia are like fire and ice. They just don't get along very well. Lancia is scared silly of sensei, and sensei just goes bonkers whenever he sees Lancia, so they just really need to get separated, because they're like two total goof-offs who can't sit still and don't have the maturity to accept each other's differences."
"Fran!" Mukuro hissed. His student shrugged.
"That's the truth," he mumbled.
"Very well," Reborn replied. "However, Ms. Miura's class is too low-level for you, Lancia. You will be moved to professer Fon's class."
"Y-yessir!" Lancia replied. "Thank you, sir!"
"Oh- then, are we done here, already?" Mukuro asked, sitting up a little straighter- Fran couldn't help noticing.
"Indeed," the principal answered.
"Ahh... okay, then, Lancia, how about you go-" Mukuro made the mistake of looking into Lancia's eyes, and the other smirked.
"Go where, sensei?" he asked in a voice unlike him.
Fran stood to block Mukuro's view. "Fon's class," Fran said. Lancia blinked.
"Right."
With that, he walked away, and Fran glanced back at Mukuro. "Sensei, what should we do?"
"Eh- class," Mukuro said, reaching a hand up and rubbing his forehead. "Let's head back to class. I've got a chore for you..."
"Oh joy," Fran replied, before following his teacher out of Reborn's office.
"So, Fran," Mukuro started as they walked through the halls. "How did yesterday go, with Mrs. Superbia?"
"Good," Fran replied, "After Squalo got over the shock of her being there, of course."
"Mm, did Byakuran behave?" Mukuro sighed. Fran nodded.
"He overbehaved. I think he was having an adolescence day."
"Ah."
Fran stared at Mukuro for a little while, his eyes half-lidded, before he murmured, "Sensei, how do you feel about me?"
The older man looked back at Fran, and said, "Wait until we get to the classroom."
"Stupid pineapple," Fran mumbled.
However, the boy was thinking of Mukuro as nothing less than a romantic, wise man when they stepped into the classroom, and Mukuro requested that Fran sat down. The student did so immediately.
"Well?" he asked.
"Hmm...," Mukuro hummed, "I wonder myself, sometimes. Fran, I'm going to say that I need time to think about that... but, as you already know, I'm willing to give you the minor physical comfort that you request of me."
"Aw, man, sensei, it's not cool to make out with someone you don't like."
"Kufufu~ I like, you Fran, I just have yet to confirm my feelings as something more," the teacher told him. Fran rolled his eyes.
"Fine."
"Anyway, this assignment...," Mukuro started, taking a couple papers from his desk and handing them to Fran. The student blinked.
"A survey?" he questioned. "Really?"
"Just so I know a little more about you."
"Can I start now?" Fran asked. Mukuro nodded, and Fran started on the survey.
'1. What do you do when you're at home alone?'
'I never am.'
'2. What do enjoy?'
'Staring at sensei, fishing, talking to sensei, my cat, interacting with sensei, hanging out with Bel, playing tonsil hockey with sensei, and anything that has to do with sensei.'
'3. What are some of your teacher's flaws?'
"Can I just answer this thing out loud?" Fran asked. Mukuro nodded, adjusting his glasses. "Right, so... you get stumped by your emotions, have a picture of a cow that you do not own, wear your hair so that it messes up your beauty, have weird eyes, and suck lemons at tennis."
"Hey, how the hell do you know that?" Mukuro snapped. Fran shrugged.
"Remember that day you came into the classroom with a cast on your arm? And said you quit your tennis league two days before that?"
"No, I don't."
"Well of course you don't, it was the first day of school," Fran replied, "next question... do you have any attraction to anyone else... Nope. Just you."
"I like that," Mukuro said, calming down from the tennis insult.
"Figures you would," Fran snickered. "Where do you go when you have had a bad day...? The river, I guess... or my room. Depends on the weather."
"Fran...," Mukuro murmured, standing up, "Before you go on, come up to the board and draw something real quick."
"Pfft. And I'M the invasive one," Fran muttered, standing up and taking chalk from his teacher before drawing a quick, but skillful, sketch of his teacher, standing with a pineapple in his hand and grinning creepily as the speech bubble said, 'To be or not to be, that is the question.' After forming a dramatic stage light, the boy took his seat once more.
"Number six. Can you cook? Yes, sensei, yes I can. And you should know that one."
"Sorry," Mukuro said, observing Fran's sketch for a little while. "What's this?" he asked, pointing to a mark in his jacket.
"It's the tear you got after you stepped into that fight between Squalo and his mama," Fran said, "Remember that one?"
"... Yes... I still have that shirt...," Mukuro murmured. "Go on..."
"What's your favorite type of movie? Hm. Don't watch movies that much. I guess a horror-romance type. Those are hilarious. Cuz the lovers die almost every time. Take Romeo and Juliet, for example."
"That's a romance-tragedy, Fran," Mukuro sighed. "But okay. Why's my hair all over the place?"
"The day after that fight, you had a reaallly bad hair day," Fran replied. "So that sketch is you on April 18, two years ago."
"Oh," Mukuro murmured. He glanced back at Fran. "You sure have a good memory."
"Not really," Fran said.
DING-DONG.
"Oh- there's the Bel. Ushishi," Fran joked. Mukuro rolled his eyes, and started to erase the chalkboard, to Fran's slight disappointment.
"You can pass in the survey. We'll continue after school tomorrow if no one else has detention."
"No detention today?" Fran asked.
"Nah, I already moved it to Thursday," Mukuro sighed.
"Oh. Okay," Fran said.
"MUKURO-KUN! I'm first in the class- Ah-" Byakuran glared at Fran when he entered, then grinned and bounced over to his seat, singing, "Nevermind~!"
"Good morning, Byakuran," Mukuro said.
"Aw, sensei, why do you bother?" Fran muttered. "The freaky albino is a lost cause that was dropped on his head on the porch of an orphanage when he was a baby."
"I was an adorable kid, though," Byakuran said, smiling.
"Yeah, I wonder what happened after you turned five," Fran muttered.
"Be nice, Fran...," Mukuro sighed.
"Sorry, freaky albino," Fran apologized.
"S'okay," the other student replied.
Squalo walked into the classroom and, strangely, didn't say a word as he took his seat. Xanxus came shortly after, and eventually, everyone filed into the classroom.
Bel fist-bumped Fran, on his way in. "Hey, Froggy."
"Hi, idiot prince," Fran replied.
"Okay, class!" Mukuro started. "Unfortunately, Lancia has moved to Professor Fon's class."
"I'm going to have Kikyo confirm that!" shouted Zakuro, "I'll bet you just slaughtered him!"
"Don't be an idiot, Zakuro," Fran defended his crush, "I was there when the transfer happened. You could just ask principal Reborn if you needed to confirm that."
The class was drowned in momentary silence.
"All right, then, get out your History books. Page fifty-seven."
"You got it, Mukuro-kun~," Byakuran hummed.
And thus continued a normal day at school.
-End Chapter
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