History is a Harsh Mistress

A Why the Hell are You Here, Sensei? (Nande Koko Ni Sensei Ga) Fanfiction

By Soapfiction

Chapter 2: Rooftop Panic!

This is the school roof.

No doubt about it, this is the school roof.

Kevin stood on the roof of his high school building. He had decided to come up for some privacy.

So why…

The only thing was, he wasn't alone. Fumiko Fujikawa, his Japanese History teacher, was sitting on the floor against the fence. And she was looking up at him with an accusatory glare.

Why the hell are you here, teacher?

It had been three days since the chaotic first day of school. Upon finding out who his new Japanese History teacher was, Kevin had nearly panicked. He thought she might have told the school about what happened between them, and he might have gotten expelled. Fortunately, it appeared she had told no one about that day, and Kevin was relieved when he never got called into the principal's office. Of course, that didn't mean that rumors weren't abuzz. After Fujikawa-sensei had pointed him out in class on impulse, everyone started wondering why. She had initially tried to bury the issue by claiming that she was a little surprised to have a foreign student in her class, but no one had really bought that explanation, and soon enough, many a tall tale had arisen about what could possibly have happened between the two.

The worst part was, Kevin had had to listen to those rumors in real time. One was that he had molested her on a train. Another was that he had walked in on her while she was changing (which was somewhat true, he thought). Some of the bolder rumors included them having been an item in the past who had recently had a nasty break-up, or that (seriously) that he was blackmailing her into being his plaything with some rather compromising pictures and/or foreign business connections.

The teacher herself didn't seem too bothered by all this, or if she was, she didn't let it show. She was too busy getting her lesson plan rolling, and she had made quite the first impression.

"History is quite important to me," she had said during her introductory lesson to Kevin's class. "Because without it, we would forget ourselves. And as Japanese, it is imperative that we study the past and its many intricacies so that we better understand ourselves and our roles in society. Whether you are form here," (she stole a glance in Kevin's direction) "or you are simply living here, your knowledge of Japanese history will help to determine where you end up in life. These days, I look around and talk to people, and too many seem utterly ignorant of their history and culture."

She took a deep breath before speaking again, this time with a tone of authority in her voice. "That won't be the case in my class. I'm going to help you understand just how important remembering – and treasuring – the past is. With this class, we're going to restore Japanese history to its rightful place in the curriculum. The class will not be easy, but your efforts will be rewarded! I urge all of you to seize this opportunity and learn what history has to teach you. Because only then will you truly be able to call yourselves real Japanese!"

Her little speech had had quite the effect on the class, with many of them eating it up. Although she was known to be as stern as Kojima-sensei at times, her determination and overall demeanor had won her some popularity among the students, predominantly with the girls. Unfortunately, she had assigned a ton of homework right off the bat, much to the chagrin of Kevin and many other students.

Three days after that fateful day, Kevin had grown frustrated with the rumors. It was lunchtime, a time when he would normally be happy, yet he just didn't feel that way.

"Kowalski-kun, are you feeling okay?"

Kevin looked up to see a teacher standing before him, and he sighed in relief. It was Mayu Matsukaze-sensei, the Art teacher, who, unlike Kojima or even Fujikawa, was an absolute joy to be around. All the students loved her, and she could put a smile on the face of even the most miserable person. Just the sight of her was enough to raise his spirits just a bit.

"Well…I'm feeling a bit better now."

"That's wonderful!" the woman sad with a smile. "I know things must be hard for you with all these rumors floating around. Just remember that you can always come and talk to me if you need to."

She gave a light bow and left. Kevin smiled as he watched her go.

"Matsukaze-sensei is really understanding, isn't she?" he heard a voice say behind him.

Kevin looked back and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the scary-looking face. He calmed down when he realized who it was.

"Suzuki…yeesh, you had me spooked there for a second." Rin Suzuki was a classmate of Kevin's who, despite his intimidating appearance, was among the gentlest people he knew. The two had gotten to know each other over the past few days, and they occasionally ate lunch together.

"Sorry…anyway, do you want to have lunch together today?

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm a bit tired of all the stares and gossip I've been getting lately. I'm going up to the roof for some privacy and fresh air." He grabbed his lunch and got up to leave.

"Is it okay to head to the roof right now?"

"Meh. I'm willing to take the risk. See ya."

And that was how he had ended up in his current predicament. He stood, staring back at his new teacher, unsure of what to do.

"Kowalski," she said, adjusting her glasses. "What are you doing up here? Students aren't allowed on the roof."

Kevin tried to think of an excuse, but oddly enough, decided to be honest. "I…I'm just trying to get away from all those rumors about us."

Fujikawa's stern expression shifted slightly at this. Seeing an opening, Kevin continued. "I mean, what about you, Sensei? Aren't you up here for the same reasons?"

She sighed. "I suppose I would be lying if I said I wasn't. And I suppose I can understand how you feel…I'll overlook it this once, just don't bother me."

Kevin nodded, all too happy to honor her request. But, once he had turned around to leave, he hesitated. Might as well, he thought.

"No," he said. "Not yet."

She looked back up at him, her eyes narrowing.

"What do you mean?"

Kevin took a deep breath. "First, I want to apologize."

"We've already been over-"

"I mean really apologize," Kevin said, cutting her off. He didn't see things getting any better between them if he didn't nip this problem in the bud. "Apologize when our heads are clear and when no one else is around."

Kevin waited for her to react, and, for a moment, it looked like she would. However, she didn't speak, allowing him to continue.

"Look, I really want you to know that I'm terribly sorry for all that happened that day. I didn't know you were a teacher. And even then, that didn't make it acceptable," he said, catching himself. "I guess I was just so focused on getting to school on time that I let it cloud my judgment. It was wrong of me to just leave you like that – on both occasions – and I humbly apologize."

He bowed a deep bow before continuing.

"But I don't want us to continue like this. I want you to treat me like any other student." She had all but ignored him since the day in question, only dealing with him insofar as her teaching duties obligated her to. "This…I mean, if this is how things stay between us, we're going to have a very tough year together, so I only hope that you can forgive me so that we can move on. I don't want to be a bother. I want to be your student."

Fujikawa continued to look at him, her mouth slightly agape. Kevin wasn't sure how she would react, bit wondered if she could possibly take his words to heart at this point.

Her expression relaxed. "Very well. I can see you're being quite earnest. Just make sure you do your absolute best in my class."

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't smiling or anything, but it was a start. "Absolutely!"

He sat down against the fence a few feet away from her and dug into his lunch. As he ate, he looked over to see what she was doing. It looked like she was holding an old ceramic teacup, only it was broken. She had a small plastic bottle in her other hand, which he guessed was a type of glue. She placed the broken teacup pieces down and started trying to open the bottle with both hands, but it didn't look like she was having much luck.

"What'cha got there?"

"Huh?" She looked up in surprise. "It-it's nothing…I'm just repairing something I accidentally broke this morning, but-"

"Having trouble getting the glue open?"

"Uh…yes, I'm afraid so."

He watched her try to open it for a few seconds, to no avail. Then he held out his hand.

"Here, let me take a shot at it."

"Huh?" She hesitated for a second, but Kevin gestured again, and she gave it to him. He immediately tried to twist the head off, but it didn't budge. Damn!

Fujikawa slowly got to her feet and turned to face the fence, looking out over the school grounds. "I admit that you've made quite the first impression on me," she said. "I also never expected to see you again after all that, otherwise I might not have reacted in such a way."

"What?" Kevin said, still trying, and failing, to wrench the top off.

"In hindsight, though, I guess I should have noticed that you were wearing the school uniform. Maybe I really wasn't expecting to see a foreign student at this school."

Kevin had only been half-listening up to that point, but now he paid more attention to her, while still trying to open the glue bottle. Fujikawa continued, still looking out over the school. "Now that I think about it," she said, "you kind of remind me of someone."

"Huh?" Kevin said, as the top of the glue bottle snapped off in his hand. Actually, it wasn't just the removable top, but the entire top portion of the bottle, which had cracked off when the top itself wouldn't budge. The momentum of the top being removed also caused the bottle to spill a good chunk of its contents right onto Kevin's uniform – specifically the crotch area of his pants.

"Oh, shit!" he said in frustration, dropping the bottle. He took one step to the side to survey the damage, and promptly stepped on a pen that Fujikawa had left on the ground. It caused him to slip and fall forward, right towards his teacher.

"Fuck! Look out!"

Fujikawa looked back just in time to see Kevin tumbling towards her. "What – AAHH!"

He crashed into her backside, pressing her against the fence. He latched his hand onto the fence to stop from falling, ironically putting them right on top of her hands. Both their sets of fingers became stuck in the fence as a result. His front was pressed hard against her backside in a very suggestive position, and they were unable to move.

"B-BAKA! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"It wasn't my fault! I slipped!"

"What are you waiting for? Get off of me!"

"Can't! My hands are stuck in the fence!"

Kevin might have been able to remove his fingers if they were the only ones, but his and Fujikawa's combined were enough to keep them both stuck in the fence.

"I can't believe you! Do you feel the need to humiliate me every time you see me?"

"I'm telling you it was an accident!" He was trying to think of a way to dislodge his hands. "Just hold on! I think I can get us free!"

"Hurry up! This is – this is starting to feel weird!" She could feel the fence making marks on her entire front side.

As Kevin tried to slowly wiggle his hands around, he couldn't help but notice just how much his crotch was rubbing up against the teacher's rear, nor could he help but feel certain sensations starting to brew-

Dammit! Don't think about that! She's your fucking teacher, no matter how soft she may – FUCK! Just think about what she's likely to do if you don't fix this right away!

All of a sudden, Kevin's hands popped out of the wiring of the fence, and he almost tumbled backward before regaining his footing. He breathed a deep sigh of relief and he attempted to step back. "See, I told you, we're just-"

It was then that he noticed something tugging at his crotch. "…Fine." Looking down, his jaw dropped. The glue that had splattered onto his groin had gotten the entire zipper area of his pants stuck to the back of his teacher's skirt. And it wasn't budging.

You have got to be fucking kidding me! He screamed mentally. Why does this shit keep happening?

The teacher, who was still clinging to the fence, looked back at him with an angry yet exasperated look. "Hey! Why are you tugging at my skirt?"

"It's…" Kevin could barely finish the sentence. "It's the glue."

"The what?" she yelped in shock.

"I accidentally spilled in on my pants, okay? It was an accident!"

"You have a real way with accidents, don't you?" she bellowed.

His mind racing, Kevin reached down and grabbed handfuls of both his pants and the skirt to see if he could pull them apart. He stopped when he heard a faint sound of what sounded like fabric tearing.

"What was that?" the teacher demanded to know, looking back at him.

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Kevin said, throwing up his hands. Okay, bad idea! He tried to think of the best way to soften glue. Hot water? No…Nail polish remover? Where am I supposed to get a lot of that? None of that would do at the moment. He needed to get their clothes detached without having to remove them, but that was looking like an increasingly tall order. I need to find some way to cut through the glue! It's gooey and solid enough that something sharp might do it! But what? WHAT?

He looked around, and then spotted something: a foot-long ruler was sticking out of the teacher's bag. It's edges, while not exactly sharp, were pointy enough that they might be able to wedge through the glue.

"Pardon me, teach, but I'm borrowing this!" He reached down to snatch it from her bag.

"Huh? Borrowing what?"

"Don't worry, I'll have us free in no time!" He tried to slice through the glue with the ruler…to no avail. It merely got stuck.

"Dammit! Why won't this work?"

"It's not going to be cut by something like that, you idiot!" the teacher snapped, still holding onto the fence, as though something quite bad would happen if she let go.

Kevin still tried, trying to yank the ruler out by moving it back and forth. When it finally dislodged, it happened when he was pushing it, and it promptly got stuck again, this time underneath the teacher's rear. Kevin tried to pull it back out, and Fujikawa let out a cry of shock.

"You idiot! What have you done? It's stuck to my…to my…"

Curious, Kevin leaned over just enough to see that the ruler was indeed stuck again, this time to the teacher's panties. And not only that; he glimpsed it just long enough to see that it was lodged between…well, what one would call her "camel toe". His eyes went wide.

"BAKA! DON'T LOOK DOWN THERE!"

Kevin lurched back upwards. "Sorry, sorry!" His mind was racing still, but to where, he didn't know. How could things possibly get any worse?

Sure enough, fate took the temptation he offered, and they heard sounds approaching from the entrance to the roof. Both went dead silent, eyes wide with fear. It sounded like a couple of other students were indeed coming up the stairs.

Fujikawa began to quiver. "Wh-what do we do? If they find us like this, it's over!"

She was right, Kevin thought. He had to think fast. Looking at the small building that made up the entrance, he acted on impulse.

"Teach, I'm sorry, but we have no choice."

"What do you mea- AH!"

In one fell swoop, Kevin grabbed Fujikawa by the waist, lifted her up, and quickly carried her over to the other side of the entrance, away from the door. Within seconds, he sat them both down against the wall, praying to god that whoever was coming up the stairs would go the other way. They made it out of sight just before the door opened.

It was a couple of female students, bringing their lunches with them. Kevin listened intently, his heart beating a mile a minute. When he didn't hear their voices get any louder, he exhaled and opened his eyes. "It's okay, we're safe-"

His eyes went wide again; he was holding his teacher in such a position that it almost appeared that she was on her back, her bent legs pointing upwards, and her cloth-clad nether regions exposed for all to see. And the ruler was still stuck there, pointing due north.

His eyes slowly moved to meet those of his teacher, who was now giving him that same venomous glare from the first day they had met. Her teeth bared and her hands balled up in fists, she looked like she could fly into a rage at any second. Just when it looked like she might, Kevin plopped his hand over her mouth.

"No, don't!" He whispered. "You'll get us caught!"

The garbled reply that Fujikawa attempted to give was lost through the filter of his hand. Kevin was so desperate to escape the moment, that he tried to think of something, anything, that could take his mind off it long enough. Looking back down, he saw the ruler. "I'll get this off of you."

More muffled cries of protest came through his hand and he tried to dislodge the rule form between her petals. Due to the struggle, it ended up getting moved around quite a bit. Eventually, he heard one long, final muffled cry from his teacher…and the ruler came loose.

He sighed in relief as he brought the rule closer to him…only to notice that it was no longer covered in glue…and was actually somewhat wet.

"Huh?"

SLAP!

Kevin knew it was coming, but he didn't try to dodge. He didn't even protest. He knew better by this point. Of course, that didn't make it sting any less.

Fujikawa lowered her outstretched hand and rose her gaze to meet his. The glare of poison she had worn just seconds earlier was gone, replaced by a cold, uncaring stare that one reserved for things one didn't even consider human. It was as if she was looking at a piece of common street trash.

Once the girls on the roof had left, Fujikawa had had to remove her skirt, which had been torn during their little struggle. She had had another one in her bag, thankfully. Part of Kevin wondered why she seemed to have replacement clothes on her wherever she went, but it didn't last long.

As she walked past him, she stopped just long enough to leave him with one final warning.

"Tell no one about this."

And with that she disappeared down the stairs, leaving Kevin to live with his shame and the still-painful hand-shaped mark on his face.

"God dammit."

And that's Chapter 2! I'll try to get one of these up every two weeks or so. If you guys like what you see, please try and leave a review. I really want to know what you guys think!

Happy trails!