Disclaimer- I don't own it already! *crawls into a corner to cry*
AN- Hi, I'm back! Thanks to all the people who reviewed and didn't have their reviews show up on the site because that's OBVIOUSLY what happened, right? ANYways. This fic is partly dedicated to my very favorite science teacher who often reminds me of these following scenes.
CHAPTER 3- In which the science teacher is clueless and busy work takes over.
The seishi entered the science classroom rather cautiously since the place reeked of animals. Nuriko was the first to place the nearly unbearable stench.
"NO! OH PLEASE NO!" the cross-dresser shrieked. "NOT ASHITARE! I SNAPPED HIS NECK! IT CAN'T BE!!!!!!" He slammed a locker all the way into the Universe of the Four Gods to make himself feel better.
"Well," Chiriko began tentatively. "We ought to go in now if we value or records at this school."
"An' if we don'?" Tasuki asked, looking quite green.
"Then I think that we had better take away your tessan," the child genius returned smoothly. "For a fire would be most unnecessary and could cause many unwanted compli-"
Tasuki casually shut him up with some help from Nuriko, and the two exchanged high-fives.
"One down, four to go," Nuriko whispered conspiratorially, looking slyly at the others, who just sweatdropped.
"In I go no da," Chichiri muttered nervously, disappearing through the Door of Doom, Tamahome following with a furtive glance.
Hotohori departed for the bathroom, haughtily announcing that his makeup was in need of a touch-up. Mitsukake just stood there for a second before realizing that Nuriko and Tasuki were getting positively predatory glints in their eyes. The doctor thought for a second. Between them, his fellow seishi, and Ashitare, he'd take the evil man-eating werewolf. He darted into the classroom.
As the bell began to ring, Nuriko and Tasuki sauntered in. Ashitare glared at them and made random growling noises.
"He says that you've got lunch detention for life," a newly recovered Chiriko translated. "He wants you to sit in that corner with heika-sama and finish all of the questions in that book."
Hotohori waved miserably and shifted the lead-weight textbook on his lap. Nuriko moaned and Tasuki pulled out his beloved tessan.
"REKKA-"
The bandit blinked as quite suddenly his fan was not in his hand. A sneaking suspicion formed, and he raised his head slowly to meet Chichiri's rapidly widening grin.
"Ooh… You are going to PAY Chichiri-san!"
"NA NO DA!! Go sit in that corner like a good little kid no da!"
"Ashitare-san says thanks," Chiriko announced.
"Suck-up," Tasuki said under his breath. "Little kid? I'm only…uh…twenty- four minus seven…. er… NOT THAT MANY years younger than that high and mighty monk thingie." He began bouncing around in his irritation. " Stupid stupid stupid!" (AN- I wish I had the guts to do that.)
"Ashitare wants you to meet him after class."
"NANI? I already got lunch detention f' life! Ain't that bad enough for you sadists? Do I even get a promise that I won't BE lunch?"
"He says nope, as if."
"Stupid stupid stupid."
"He says don't make me come over there."
"Don't make me snap your neck again," Nuriko threatened, powering up his bracelets. Unfortunately for him, though, Chichiri decided at that moment that he wanted some jewelry of his vewy own to pway wid.
"Shiny na no DA!"
"Chichiri-san, you are begging for it on bended knee."
"Ashitare warns you that if the questions are not copied out and answered by the end of the period he will see to it that you never ever graduate from this school."
The seishi screamed and flew to their books.
FIVE MINIUTES LATER…..
"Owwww… bleed…. pain…" Tasuki shook his hand gingerly, having overexerted himself on the photosynthesis chapter. "I hate hate hate HATE glucose, I hate hate hate HATE plants, and by Suzaku I hate hate hate HATE the sun."
"Aw, but Tasuki-kun no da, didn't you just write about how we're all dependent on the sun to live?"
"Don' remind me."
Poor Hotohori was not happy. Apparently, the strain had screwed up his eyeshadow. Yeah, like what. Ever. Even Nuriko was fine… sort of.
"Lunch detention is so disgusting!" the effeminate seishi lamented. "What horror! Oh Suzaku please save me!"
"He can't hear you, he can't hear you," Chichiri chanted as he pushed the bracelets around with the tessan. The clinking noise was strangely appealing to the priest. "No da," he added as an afterthought.
"Ashitare wants all of you except for Tasuki to get the… heck out of his line of sight," Chiriko said. "And Ashitare-san, PLEASE watch your language." With that final reminder, he vanished THROUGH the door and INTO a convenient locker, which happened to belong to the author's friend Kaylana (who wants you to read her fics, they're good and while we're at it Asami wants someone to read her stuff) but all that was beside the point.
Tasuki managed to put up with Ashitare's random hungry-sounding growling noises for a little while before it became too much. Then he ran screaming down the hall, yelling the only plausible excuse he could think of.
"I HAVE DIARRHEA!!"
Erm… The author has no comment. OK, thanks for the… ten reviews I've gotten. I will try to address them now. Asami, I do not smoke. Arcanine, thanks for your support! The twins… oh they'll be here. I have plans… heh heh. Felicity, I know the Seiryu are morons. Kaylana, look! I stuck your ad in! TA Maxwell, I certainly wouldn't mind Chichiri ruining his pants to show his symbol… And the reason this isn't under humor is because I would feel pressured to make the rest funny.
MINNA-SAN! I'm going to start writing the lunchroom scene soon! If you review with a description of what you'd do in a cafeteria, I'll write you in! please keep in mind though that Tasuki and Nuriko are in lunch detention. If you really want though I can stick you in detention with them. REVIEW and please somebody read my other fic!!
UP NEXT- What horrors await our favorite seishi in the World Studies classroom?
AN- Hi, I'm back! Thanks to all the people who reviewed and didn't have their reviews show up on the site because that's OBVIOUSLY what happened, right? ANYways. This fic is partly dedicated to my very favorite science teacher who often reminds me of these following scenes.
CHAPTER 3- In which the science teacher is clueless and busy work takes over.
The seishi entered the science classroom rather cautiously since the place reeked of animals. Nuriko was the first to place the nearly unbearable stench.
"NO! OH PLEASE NO!" the cross-dresser shrieked. "NOT ASHITARE! I SNAPPED HIS NECK! IT CAN'T BE!!!!!!" He slammed a locker all the way into the Universe of the Four Gods to make himself feel better.
"Well," Chiriko began tentatively. "We ought to go in now if we value or records at this school."
"An' if we don'?" Tasuki asked, looking quite green.
"Then I think that we had better take away your tessan," the child genius returned smoothly. "For a fire would be most unnecessary and could cause many unwanted compli-"
Tasuki casually shut him up with some help from Nuriko, and the two exchanged high-fives.
"One down, four to go," Nuriko whispered conspiratorially, looking slyly at the others, who just sweatdropped.
"In I go no da," Chichiri muttered nervously, disappearing through the Door of Doom, Tamahome following with a furtive glance.
Hotohori departed for the bathroom, haughtily announcing that his makeup was in need of a touch-up. Mitsukake just stood there for a second before realizing that Nuriko and Tasuki were getting positively predatory glints in their eyes. The doctor thought for a second. Between them, his fellow seishi, and Ashitare, he'd take the evil man-eating werewolf. He darted into the classroom.
As the bell began to ring, Nuriko and Tasuki sauntered in. Ashitare glared at them and made random growling noises.
"He says that you've got lunch detention for life," a newly recovered Chiriko translated. "He wants you to sit in that corner with heika-sama and finish all of the questions in that book."
Hotohori waved miserably and shifted the lead-weight textbook on his lap. Nuriko moaned and Tasuki pulled out his beloved tessan.
"REKKA-"
The bandit blinked as quite suddenly his fan was not in his hand. A sneaking suspicion formed, and he raised his head slowly to meet Chichiri's rapidly widening grin.
"Ooh… You are going to PAY Chichiri-san!"
"NA NO DA!! Go sit in that corner like a good little kid no da!"
"Ashitare-san says thanks," Chiriko announced.
"Suck-up," Tasuki said under his breath. "Little kid? I'm only…uh…twenty- four minus seven…. er… NOT THAT MANY years younger than that high and mighty monk thingie." He began bouncing around in his irritation. " Stupid stupid stupid!" (AN- I wish I had the guts to do that.)
"Ashitare wants you to meet him after class."
"NANI? I already got lunch detention f' life! Ain't that bad enough for you sadists? Do I even get a promise that I won't BE lunch?"
"He says nope, as if."
"Stupid stupid stupid."
"He says don't make me come over there."
"Don't make me snap your neck again," Nuriko threatened, powering up his bracelets. Unfortunately for him, though, Chichiri decided at that moment that he wanted some jewelry of his vewy own to pway wid.
"Shiny na no DA!"
"Chichiri-san, you are begging for it on bended knee."
"Ashitare warns you that if the questions are not copied out and answered by the end of the period he will see to it that you never ever graduate from this school."
The seishi screamed and flew to their books.
FIVE MINIUTES LATER…..
"Owwww… bleed…. pain…" Tasuki shook his hand gingerly, having overexerted himself on the photosynthesis chapter. "I hate hate hate HATE glucose, I hate hate hate HATE plants, and by Suzaku I hate hate hate HATE the sun."
"Aw, but Tasuki-kun no da, didn't you just write about how we're all dependent on the sun to live?"
"Don' remind me."
Poor Hotohori was not happy. Apparently, the strain had screwed up his eyeshadow. Yeah, like what. Ever. Even Nuriko was fine… sort of.
"Lunch detention is so disgusting!" the effeminate seishi lamented. "What horror! Oh Suzaku please save me!"
"He can't hear you, he can't hear you," Chichiri chanted as he pushed the bracelets around with the tessan. The clinking noise was strangely appealing to the priest. "No da," he added as an afterthought.
"Ashitare wants all of you except for Tasuki to get the… heck out of his line of sight," Chiriko said. "And Ashitare-san, PLEASE watch your language." With that final reminder, he vanished THROUGH the door and INTO a convenient locker, which happened to belong to the author's friend Kaylana (who wants you to read her fics, they're good and while we're at it Asami wants someone to read her stuff) but all that was beside the point.
Tasuki managed to put up with Ashitare's random hungry-sounding growling noises for a little while before it became too much. Then he ran screaming down the hall, yelling the only plausible excuse he could think of.
"I HAVE DIARRHEA!!"
Erm… The author has no comment. OK, thanks for the… ten reviews I've gotten. I will try to address them now. Asami, I do not smoke. Arcanine, thanks for your support! The twins… oh they'll be here. I have plans… heh heh. Felicity, I know the Seiryu are morons. Kaylana, look! I stuck your ad in! TA Maxwell, I certainly wouldn't mind Chichiri ruining his pants to show his symbol… And the reason this isn't under humor is because I would feel pressured to make the rest funny.
MINNA-SAN! I'm going to start writing the lunchroom scene soon! If you review with a description of what you'd do in a cafeteria, I'll write you in! please keep in mind though that Tasuki and Nuriko are in lunch detention. If you really want though I can stick you in detention with them. REVIEW and please somebody read my other fic!!
UP NEXT- What horrors await our favorite seishi in the World Studies classroom?