x. Teach me, Sakura-sensei! .x
Summary: Sakura had originally thought that tutoring a bunch of boys afterschool would be an easy and simple way to earn extra credits for university. But she soon realized that, being constantly molested and harrased wasn't exactly what she would describe as fun. All the more when she discovered there was a teacher and a tensai student hot on her trail too. Well, isn't her life just exciting?
Pairings: Various Sakura pairings.
Rated: M
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A/N:
Again, here are your review replies~ :D This is a really quick update, isn't it? I'm so proud of myself! And here's finally (FINALLY) some actions for you people who are waiting for it! (And of course, most of you are. *wink wink*)
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What can I say? Ostensibly, a satchel may seem to be a very good weapon: firstly, it's filled with heavy books. Second, when it is tossed at someone, it will undoubtedly carry a big momentum, thus resulting in a huge energy transfer to the receiver, thereby causing the receiver to suffer from a heavy blow that will serve the purpose of tossing the satchel in the first place.
But one must also remember this: a satchel may possess a big weight (which is measured in Newtons (N), by the way, and not in kilograms (kg); weight is considered a force. Mass is the one that is measured in kilograms. For those of you who absolutely have no idea about what I am talking about, it's alright. Nothing is wrong with you. It's me who's going mad), however, that weight translates to a big mass as well. Thus, when the satchel is flung through the air, it will be met with an opposing force by the name of friction, which is caused by air resistance. Not only would this friction reduce the speed of the satchel, it will also cancel out some of the force applied on the bag. Therefore, the resulting net force is a reduced amount of force compared to the initial force applied by the thrower of the satchel, which is Haruno Sakura in this case. Just in case you are wondering, no, I am not a physicist. And no, I do not like physics; I abhor it, as a matter of fact. And to add to the effect, no, I do not learn physics or take physics classes. I'm just helping some students write up their physics lab report. Hah, you don't really believe that.
Anyhow, Haruno Sakura still had a chair in front of her.
This is the current situation: Sakura had flung her satchel at the boy the moment he took merely one small step forward. However, due to their distance, the bag failed to collide with the boy, who had enough reflexes to dodge it anyway. So the satchel flew through the air, failed to collide with Sakura's target, slid across the floor and came to a stop as it hit the wall in a far corner of the room. Sakura felt her whole being freeze into ice.
The boy looked slightly surprised, albeit amused. The wicked type of amused. The most detestable type of wicked amusement. Sakura was embarrassed, not to mention flustered as well. After all, he hadn't really made any move; perhaps she was being overly cautious. But better to be safe than sorry, right?
"Don't come any nearer," Sakura said curtly, placing her hands on the back of the chair that stood in front of her.
Sakura had learned her lesson; therefore this time she decided not to throw the chair, but to use it as a shield, and weapon, if needed. Most importantly, Sakura lacked the ability and strength to aim a chair accurately at someone and throw it neatly onto their heads.
"What if I did?" Gaara took more steps forward, causing the girl to grip the sides of the chair tightly, seemingly ready to swing it at him, "you are defenseless against me."
Haruno Sakura probably wasn't aware of it, but from Gaara's perspective, the pink-haired girl looked irresistibly seductive. Her cheeks were pink from the hot bath, and her hair slightly wet, loose around her shoulders. But Gaara had long tried to control his sexual arousal, ever since one particular incident on a particular rooftop. However, he couldn't right now; not when Haruno Sakura stood like this before him.
The white silk gown was smooth, and it draped over Sakura's body in such a way that the outline of her body is visible. The girl probably was oblivious to all of it. The silky and light-colored fabric was almost transparent. She did not wear a bra, so the shape of her breasts stood out enough that they could be visualized as naked. The darker color of her underwear was also slightly visible through the silk. The collar was wide enough; her collar bones were sharp and defined in her tensed state, and looked incredibly inviting. To show this to Sabaku no Gaara was definitely not a good idea, but really, Sabaku no Temari had it all planned out.
Sakura stared into those piercing, icy eyes, reliving a certain horror all over again. She had to look away, it was as if her body would shatter from the coldness she perceived in those frosty orbs. In a few swift strides, Sabaku no Gaara had crossed over to her, and before Sakura could react, he stepped on the chair, preventing her from raising it against him and grabbed her wrists that were on the sides of the chair. A horrifying chill ran through Sakura's body.
"G-Gaara... -san..." Sakura stammered, hoping to avoid provoking him; she knew that throwing insults at him would not be a good idea, so she hoped to somehow, er, 'negotiate' her way out of it. "L-Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to throw the bag at you... i-if you want Temari-senpai, she'll be back shortly..."
The male did not answer. He merely forced the girl away from the chair she was clinging onto. Sakura panicked, "W-Wait!"
But no, there is no 'wait' in Sabaku no Gaara's dictionary, especially not in his current state. Sakura knew that too well. He must be aroused again. His eyes flashed with the dangerous color that Sakura would never forget. Not now, or ever. She held back her tears as she felt her back push against the hard, cold wall. Her nightmare had begun.
"Wait! Wait!" Sakura cried, struggling to free herself, "Temari-senpai is—"
"She won't come back," his eyes flashed. He bit down on her collar bone first.
What does he mean... 'won't come back'? Sakura was flabbergasted. What happened to Temari-senpai? Or rather... Sakura hated to think this, but... maybe she should ask, what did Temari-senpai do?
"Ah! No—" Sakura cringed; his warm breath tickled her neck and his hot tongue left a trail of chill as it passed over her skin.
"You..." Gaara pulled back, "were hoping for it, weren't you?"
"No—h-how could you think that, you—" Sakura felt herself choke on her words.
"It appears that your body doesn't agree with you," Gaara lifted his body away from hers, so that Sakura could look down at her own figure.
The girl was horrified. She could see it now: the silky fabric almost doing nothing to cover or conceal her body. She may as well have appeared before Gaara completely naked. And the worst thing, her pink nipples protruded noticeably against the thin fabric, now hard, and inviting.
"Ah..." Sakura blushed a million shades of red, pausing in her struggle against him.
"See?" the male ran his hand up her thighs, "you can't complain."
Sakura felt her body slide down against the wall, and finally came to a stop on the floor, all this while being kissed by the handsome male before her. Their tongues intertwined; he drank on her saliva, exploring her mouth, listening to her seductive moans, sucking on her breath. Sakura felt the saliva drip down the corner of her mouth, and when he paused and pulled away slightly to let them catch their breaths, a chain of saliva connected their tongues, the wetness ever more lewd and lascivious.
"Gaara-san..." Sakura gasped as she felt a rustle of clothe flash before her eyes and over her head; the next thing she knew, she lay truly naked on the floor before the lustful man, with only her underwear to cover her womanhood. The part of her body where this man had already seen before. The floor was cold beneath her, and Sakura regarded the man with frightened and horrified eyes, pleading for him to let her go. He kissed her nipple and felt the girl's body jerk. He licked it; the girl let out a cry. He sucked on it, and the girl gasped breathlessly.
His fingers caressed her other breast and squeezed it; Sakura panted, "Ahn—gyah! No! Not there!"
As she allowed her breasts to be teased by the red-haired boy's mouth, she felt his fingers slip under the cloth that covered her vagina. Sakura arched her back, an instinctive movement, and he pushed. The cries she let out embarrassed her, but she couldn't stop them. After much teasing that left Sakura dizzy with lust, he finally inserted a finger in. The moment he did that, the girl let out a seductive cry.
"Stop—I'm going to—" Sakura wiggled beneath him.
"You're already so wet."
Indeed, her underwear was soaked. The male took hold of the fabric, preparing to rip it off, when a loud melody pierced the room, almost deafening in the icy silence that hung in the air. The noise stopped both of their movements, and Sakura recognized that melody as her mobile ringtone. The music rang noisily from her satchel that lay in the corner of the room. Sakura lay motionless and speechless in her position on the floor; not knowing whether she should request to be allowed to pick up the phone, the answer to which, really, was rather obvious. Sakura sighed inwardly... why would she be permitted to answer her phone?
However, Sakura's dilemma was eventually solved. Gaara's whole body stiffened as he stopped all his advancements. He clenched his teeth in irritation and raised a hand to his forehead. He tilted his head upwards and took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm himself down. He then stood up slowly, and with his hand still covering his forehead and eyes, turned around briskly and exited the room in a few unsteady strides. What Sakura did not catch was the male's last inaudible mutter, "I did it again." But the girl was too shaken to even move. For a moment, she lay there, almost naked on the cold floor, her body wet with saliva and body fluids, staring blankly at the ceiling with the incessant melody ringing in her ears.
She didn't know what it was, but she almost hoped that he had continued. Sakura blushed in shame; why is she turning so perverted now? Her vagina was throbbing, and her mouth hot, her nipples hard. Her legs are parted as she lay sprawled on the floor, panting like she had just been kissed vigorously. What did she look like, if not a slut? Haruno Sakura wanted to kill herself. She told herself that it isn't so. She really did not enjoy it at all. That she really was relieved that her cellphone had somehow saved her. Part of her was truly relieved. But Sakura convinced herself that she was absolutely, completely relieved. Of course, we do believe her, don't we?
It was long after the ringing had stopped that Sakura stood up and cleaned herself (and the floor) with the towel she used to dry herself from the bath. She took off her wet underwear after she had put on the silk gown again. Sakura stared at the wet handful of fabric in her hands, unable to believe her eyes. There is no way she can let Temari know about this. Sakura went to retrieve her satchel and stuffed her underwear in, hiding it under the books. That was when her phone rang again.
Sakura was startled, but she quickly recovered and fished out the ringing phone. The number was foreign, and it was an international call, too. Sakura couldn't imagine who it was, but answered it nevertheless, albeit tentatively, "Hello?"
"Sakura!" it was her father's voice.
"Father (1)?" Sakura was genuinely surprised, "Why so late? Aren't you and mother out of town? Did something happen—"
"Hold it, Sakura!" he didn't sound pleased, "I should be asking you whether something happened or not! I'm shocked that you would do something like this! Your mother and I are so worried about you, and disappointed!"
"What... are you talking about?" Sakura was filled with anxious bewilderment.
"Tell me truthfully," his voice was stern, "Where are you now?"
"I'm at my senpai's house."
"Oh goodness... it is really true. Since when have you disobeyed your parents?"
"Father, I—"
"No excuses! Who is this senpai?"
"Temari-senpai. I've recently become good friends with her."
"Do not lie!"
"I'm not lying, father!" Sakura was flabbergasted. She really didn't understand what was happening.
"Did we not tell you that you were to be under Kabuto-kun's care while we are gone?"
Sakura froze. So that was what it was all about. Kabuto must have told her parents, then. Sakura bit her lip, "Look, father, Kabuto-san is not how you think he is! He—"
"I can't believe you, Sakura!" her father's voice was fierce, "It is just as Kabuto-kun had said! You are taking advantage of our absence and going out with a bunch of your friends to sleepover at a boy's house! Now you are bad-mouthing him because you need an excuse for your staying at someone else's house! How can you go over to stay a boy's house? Even if you have other friends with you. At your age! You don't know how dangerous it is to sleep under the same roof with a boy. Kabuto-kun is different; he's like your big brother, a guardian. We've seen him grow up; he's a fine young man. Now, don't you disobey your mother and me again! You've always been a good child, Sakura, listen to father. We'll be home in just a few days, don't worry! And we'll bring presents too! It's late now; I'm sure you must be already preparing to sleep. Alright, you can stay where you are for this night, but return to Kabuto-kun's place tomorrow! Let there be no next time. Got it? Good night. See you, Sakura."
"Father!" Sakura's cry of horror was only greeted by the beeping of the phone, signaling that the caller had already hung up. Someone tell her that this is all a practical joke! No way is she going voluntarily to Kabuto's place! It's the same as committing suicide. Well, considering that, she may as well just commit suicide then and there. But then, she really did not want to die in someone else's house. Or it may be simply that she did not have the courage to die yet. Keyword here being yet.
"Sakura-chan~" the door opened to reveal a pile of blankets folded together, concealing the person holding them.
"Temari-senpai?" Sakura asked weakly, going forward to help her upperclass(wo)man with the heavy futon.
"Sorry, it took longer to find than expected! Most of the rooms around this house are locked, so I had to hunt for them in the storage room… which is really dark and easily to get lost in… (there are no lights, for there is a certain family custom)" Temari had put the futon down and started to spread it out, "Oh, sorry, I'm just rambling here…"
"Did you see Gaara-san?"
"What?" Temari seemed to freeze for a split second, but continued in her movements.
"He was looking for you."
"Oh, I passed him in the corridors," Temari started to spread the sheets and blankets over the futon, "but he was covering his face and rushed by me. Well, I couldn't see very well, to begin with, while carrying this..."
Sakura helped Temari set up the futon without a word. After they were done, Temari attempted to cheer Sakura up, but Sakura looked incredibly tired. The pink-haired girl forced a small smile and announced that she wanted to sleep. Therefore, Temari did not try to push her further. They said goodnight and Temari turned off the lights. As the blonde girl crawled under her blankets, she did not feel any euphoria that she might have expected. Something heavy hung in the air, and Haruno Sakura was showing the signs of pressure and worry. Temari did not know whether or not she, herself, was the cause of it, but she decided that she might have gone too far and that she would certainly not play such a dirty 'prank' anymore. Not now, not in the future.
If Sabaku no Gaara wanted anything more to do with the pink-haired girl, well, he is on his own now.
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(1) Because in Japanese, there are multiple ways that you can address your father, I chose to use "father" instead of "dad" to suggest the respectful way in which Sakura is addressing him.
Good luck to all of you who just took your SATs! I hope you did well on it! :D Although... if you did just take your SATs, then you probably shouldn't be reading this right now. XD Hehe, be good and go study for your final exams! You would want to do well on those! But do keep supporting me~ I am by no means picky about my dear readers! XD
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