because really, when isn't Claude a creeper?
Unbeta'd again. My beta doesn't love me! -dramatic sob- So again, pardon any stupid tense/grammatical/spelling errors.
Oh yeah, my beta and I couldn't remember if I had mentioned what grade the boys were in, so if any of you wonderful readers remember or aren't as lazy as I am and look it up, please inform me.
I just drank some of my peppermint tea, then remembered that the water was BOILING five minutes ago. Sometimes my own intelligence astounds me.
Ciel makes his way to his locker, face screwed into a twist of confusion and mild disgust. Why on Earth was his face red? It made no logical sense and thinking about it only left the boy frustrated and, well, redder. He slams his locker closed with a grumble, adjusting his calculus books in his dainty arms. The boy regrettably begins his journey to the math room a good ten minutes before the beginning of class, turning in his back work in mind. He visibly cringes at the thought of being alone in a room with Claude Faustus for any amount of time, but the teen simply refuses to return to the lunch room for another round of ridicule courtesy of the evil blond duo.
A short – too short – minute later, Ciels knuckles rap on the classroom door. Without waiting for a reply, he swings the door open and enters without betraying a single hint at his discomfort on his face.
"Hm, welcome back Mr. Phantomhive. I see you haven't lost your overbearing attitude." The monotone voice of his teacher slithers out from behind the mountainous stacks of papers on the large black wood desk.
"I would say that it's good to be back in your class, but I don't fancy myself a liar." the teen replies smoothly, closing the door behind him as Mr. Faustus pushes himself from his – lair – desk. By the time the boy turns around, his personal space has already been invaded, the teacher looming like a predator over his small frame.
"You have so much work to make up Mr. Phantomhive, so many missed lessons... I must insist that you spend your time after school with me, for at least the remainder of the week." Faustus purrs, one hand pressing against the wall behind Ciel, the other fluttering very unprofessionally over the boys cheek – so close to touching his skin that the teen can feel the heat radiating from the older mans fingers.
"Actually," Ciel begins with the smallest of wavers in his tone, "I'm here to give you the past weeks assignments. I've already read chapters 22 through 24, established a full understanding of them, and done all of the available problems." Eyebrows knitting together just slightly, the boy pushes his notebook into the teachers chest, effectively putting an additional six inches between them. "Considering that this puts me two chapters ahead, I think staying with you is unnecessary." The teen says comfortably, the force of his composure hardly evident. Faustus takes a moment, then retreats back to his desk with the papers.
"Hm, we'll see about that. If you have any issues – at all – with these assignments, I will have to schedule you a mandatory stay." The older man threatens, poorly concealing his bitterness. Ciel's eyes narrow as his teacher overlooks the papers, and clicks his tongue. Sebastian had drilled him mercilessly on these chapters, even checked his answers. The chance of there being anything incorrect on those paper was equal to the chance of Sebastian declaring his distaste for cats.
Several silent minutes pass, filled with only the sounds of shifting paper and the occasional click of the Calculus teachers tongue.
"Your processes are wrong, this isn't the way I would like these problems done-"
"But the answers are correct."
"-yes, but there's a shorter way to do this, I want you do solve them that way. Stay after."
"You're seriously making me stay because I answered more thoroughly than you prefer?" The boy growled, struggling to remain civil. This teacher never fails to bring out the worst in Ciel.
"Indeed I am." Faustus states, looking smugly at the bluenette just as the fifth period bell releases it's digital rasp through the classroom speakers. "Take your seat Mr. Phantomhive." The by-speckled man says emotionlessly, reclining in his seat and pulling his crocheting from one of his desk drawers. Not three seconds later, the door flies open and an overly enthusiastic Alois frolics into the room making a bee line to his seat at the front of the class.
"Good afternoon Mr. Faustus! Looks like I'm the first one here again! It's because I just love your class so much-" The blond finally turns to face the desk, taking in the sight of an apathetic Claude and an irritated Ciel. "Baw! Ciel, you bastard! How could you get here before me?" He whined, flopping over the back of his chair and pouting.
"Mr. Trancy, please watch your language." The older man lectures in his horrendous monotone voice, his addressing of the blond the only sign of his acknowledgment of the hyperactive boy.
"I assure you that if given the option I would never arrive in this classroom." Ciel states as he takes his seat behind his pouting classmate.
"Awe, you're so mean Ciel! You'll hurt Mr. Faustus' feelings." Alois chastises, shooting a somewhat amused glance at their heartless teacher as more students pile in.
"Teenagers are so cruel." Mr. Faustus says with mock distress. Well, as distressed as one can appear with a straight face and a toneless voice. Alois laughs hysterically, Ciel rolls his eye, and class is called to attention.
The bluenette, of course, doesn't feel the need to pay much attention to the lesson at hand, finding the ridiculous teacher and his nonsense unworthy of his time. Ciel instead alternates between doodling cakes and firearms in his notebook, and watching Alois' painful attempts at gaining the attention of their distasteful teacher. The smaller teen couldn't really understand the blonds persistence with the cold man, but Ciel couldn't really understand much regarding his friend or the teacher. Particularly how the creeper still had his job.
In the ninth grade—the two teens first year in the high school building—Mr. Faustus had taken unprofessional- interest in the blond. At the time, Ciel had not been required to take a math course, and hadn't been as well acquainted with Alois Trancy. In fact, it was only after Claude Faustus had lost interest in the boy and stopped buying him things – began ignoring his existence – did Ciel begin to associate with the eccentric blond. Not a month later the teacher had set his carnivorous sights on the smaller male.
Alois had noticed the change in Claude around Ciel, and if Ciel had been anything but a brutish asexual snob to the teacher Alois would have certainly been jealous. Fortunately Alois' sadistic joy at seeing his one sided love's advances crash and burn time and time again outweighed the ever present twang in his heart at the teachers coldness. He couldn't stop himself, however, from trying his hardest at winning the man back. Alois knew it was hopeless—wrong—but the teen had never fel more valued than he had during his year wit Claude. That value had vanished with the mans attention, and Alois had lost the self respect necessary for keeping himself from showing his desperation in Claudes presence. The years had rolled by, nothing has changed, and now the two boys were seniors.
Alois knew it was a lost cause, but giving up now would make him indecisive, on top of being a valueless and desperate whore. At this point he was just glad that Ciel was still letting him hang around. He was sure the smaller teen was utterly repulsed by his actions around Claude, but still allowed the blonds company for some reason. And for that, Alois was thankful. It was something the blond was determined to keep Ciel from regretting.
So yeah. 69 reviews = bonus chapter.
Or a smutty oneshot.
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