Reincarnation
by: oronoda
*Copyright: I don't own....just forget it. Look on one of the two previous pages.
Chapter 3: Miaka's student
Miaka-sensei wrote the Japanese Katana symbols carefully on the board before her class. The chalk squeaked and the rest of the class slip into super-deformed covering their ears in pain. Miaka, however, was not affected by this sound. In fact she was humming to it.
"I don't see why people hate this sound that much," she thought cheerfully. She turned cheerfully to face her class who still recovering from the horrible sound.
"Konnichiwa!" she sung out.
"Konnichiwa..." all her students parrotted dully.
From there she started to go into drills. Some of her students participated actively, some just didn't care. Miaka-sensei still maintained her sunny disposition.
"Kokoni!" she cried out. Some of the slackers groaned. They knew this word all to well. It meant individually.
From there she asked her students separately a question they were expected to answer.
"Now, who did I forget," She wondered outloud. She looked at her class chart. She then saw the student she often forgot.
"Jake-kun," she said. An Asian looking boy in the far corner of the classroom looked up. He was dressed in black, like he always was. He was used to people forgetting about him. Currently he was writing in his journal he often had his pen flowing in. Even though he spent more time writing than anything else, he got pretty good grades, despite him often being quiet.
"Hai," Jake replied.
Miaka-sensei asked Jake a basic question and Jake answered without a flaw. Sensei smiled at her student.
"Now for homework," Miaka-sensei said. She reached for her desk drawer and pulled it open. Next her class realized is that their teacher turned super-deformed and let out a shriek, knocking tons of stuff off her desk. Someone had put a pop-up snake in her drawer. Some members of the class gave each other a high five and laughed. Miaka settled down and turned bright red with embarrasment. The bell rung. Saved by the bell. The students filed out.
Slightly distressed, Miaka, bent down to pick up the mess she made. She was joined by another set of hands. Sensei looked up into the eyes of one of her students, Jake-kun.
"Here, let me help you," he said smiling a little. And the two organized Miaka's desk again.
Miaka whiped a tear away, "Arigato, Jake-kun."
Jake smiled a big smile. He got up and picked up his flute case he had placed on the desk.
"Sayonara," he replied, as charming as any gentleman.
"Sayonara," Miaka parrotted like her students. And with that, Jake was gone.
Miaka-sensei smiled. "He's awfully like Amiboshi," she thought. "I miss him along with the others." She sighed. It was now her free period, and while she was supposed to correct papers, she began to daydream, remembering what happened in the Universe of the Four Gods. She missed the good times she had with the many friends she met along with the adventures. She also felt sad with the many sorrows. She was brought out of her daydreaming state when she spied Jake's journal.
Feeling a bit mischevious, Miaka picked it up. Should I read it? Miaka wondered. Even though she was an adult she was still as nosy as a teenager. He talks so poetically, Miaka sighed. He must be a good writer.
Finally, no longer being able to hold it down, Miaka opened to a random page. She read to herself, "She is so cheerful all the time. I cannot but find that pleasing. While all the other teachers in this school teach like it is a chore, Sukunami-sensei teaches because she enjoys it. This sunniness about her makes her such a beautiful person. I wish I knew her more, but something deep down inside tells me I knew her before. I know there is such a great age difference between us, but I think I like her in that way." Below this passage was a song, with notes and everything, entitled, Miaka.
Miaka's cheeks went pink. A student of hers was in love with her. He even wrote a song about her! However, Miaka snapped out of her little flattering dream realizing she was married to a man she deeply loved and the two of them had a child together. Embarrassed and feeling a little stupid, she shut the journal quickly. "He'll probably be back for it," she thought.
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Hum that was an interesting chapter. I guess when writing a Fushigi Yuugi fan fic you can't help but add in some sort of scandalous love thingy going on.
by: oronoda
*Copyright: I don't own....just forget it. Look on one of the two previous pages.
Chapter 3: Miaka's student
Miaka-sensei wrote the Japanese Katana symbols carefully on the board before her class. The chalk squeaked and the rest of the class slip into super-deformed covering their ears in pain. Miaka, however, was not affected by this sound. In fact she was humming to it.
"I don't see why people hate this sound that much," she thought cheerfully. She turned cheerfully to face her class who still recovering from the horrible sound.
"Konnichiwa!" she sung out.
"Konnichiwa..." all her students parrotted dully.
From there she started to go into drills. Some of her students participated actively, some just didn't care. Miaka-sensei still maintained her sunny disposition.
"Kokoni!" she cried out. Some of the slackers groaned. They knew this word all to well. It meant individually.
From there she asked her students separately a question they were expected to answer.
"Now, who did I forget," She wondered outloud. She looked at her class chart. She then saw the student she often forgot.
"Jake-kun," she said. An Asian looking boy in the far corner of the classroom looked up. He was dressed in black, like he always was. He was used to people forgetting about him. Currently he was writing in his journal he often had his pen flowing in. Even though he spent more time writing than anything else, he got pretty good grades, despite him often being quiet.
"Hai," Jake replied.
Miaka-sensei asked Jake a basic question and Jake answered without a flaw. Sensei smiled at her student.
"Now for homework," Miaka-sensei said. She reached for her desk drawer and pulled it open. Next her class realized is that their teacher turned super-deformed and let out a shriek, knocking tons of stuff off her desk. Someone had put a pop-up snake in her drawer. Some members of the class gave each other a high five and laughed. Miaka settled down and turned bright red with embarrasment. The bell rung. Saved by the bell. The students filed out.
Slightly distressed, Miaka, bent down to pick up the mess she made. She was joined by another set of hands. Sensei looked up into the eyes of one of her students, Jake-kun.
"Here, let me help you," he said smiling a little. And the two organized Miaka's desk again.
Miaka whiped a tear away, "Arigato, Jake-kun."
Jake smiled a big smile. He got up and picked up his flute case he had placed on the desk.
"Sayonara," he replied, as charming as any gentleman.
"Sayonara," Miaka parrotted like her students. And with that, Jake was gone.
Miaka-sensei smiled. "He's awfully like Amiboshi," she thought. "I miss him along with the others." She sighed. It was now her free period, and while she was supposed to correct papers, she began to daydream, remembering what happened in the Universe of the Four Gods. She missed the good times she had with the many friends she met along with the adventures. She also felt sad with the many sorrows. She was brought out of her daydreaming state when she spied Jake's journal.
Feeling a bit mischevious, Miaka picked it up. Should I read it? Miaka wondered. Even though she was an adult she was still as nosy as a teenager. He talks so poetically, Miaka sighed. He must be a good writer.
Finally, no longer being able to hold it down, Miaka opened to a random page. She read to herself, "She is so cheerful all the time. I cannot but find that pleasing. While all the other teachers in this school teach like it is a chore, Sukunami-sensei teaches because she enjoys it. This sunniness about her makes her such a beautiful person. I wish I knew her more, but something deep down inside tells me I knew her before. I know there is such a great age difference between us, but I think I like her in that way." Below this passage was a song, with notes and everything, entitled, Miaka.
Miaka's cheeks went pink. A student of hers was in love with her. He even wrote a song about her! However, Miaka snapped out of her little flattering dream realizing she was married to a man she deeply loved and the two of them had a child together. Embarrassed and feeling a little stupid, she shut the journal quickly. "He'll probably be back for it," she thought.
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Hum that was an interesting chapter. I guess when writing a Fushigi Yuugi fan fic you can't help but add in some sort of scandalous love thingy going on.