Aurora:This is the second chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it. I got the idea for Saito in the last chapter becauss there's this teacher in my school who behaves like that. Thinks he's the most good-looking guy around. Heheh... more of that next time anyhow.
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin does not belong to me.
You just had to be my biology teacher
chapter 2
"Aoshi, I think you should take class 1/5." Hiko Seijurou said.
"But that's a first grade class. " Aoshi protested.
"I know you haven't taught a first year class before but just give it a try, alright?" Hiko said, calmly.
"Fine, you're the headmaster here ... not me." Aoshi agreed, reluctantly.
"Good, now don't you forget that."
"Won't." Aoshi snorted and left the headmaster's office.
Another teacher, Kenshin Himura, was waiting for him outside.
"He talks to you as if you're one of the kids in the school, doesn't he ?" Kenshin chuckled.
Aoshi nodded.
"He annoys me, the way he talks, acts... breathes... well, whatever."He told his colleague.
Kenshin smiled and said quietly," Give him a chance, you'll see he's quite a good man. And a brilliant headmaster. Afterall, you've only just joined this school 2 years ago.
"Like I said, whatever."
"You, my friend, seriously need some lunch." Kenshin laughed, trying to break the tension between them.
"Lunch? I'm not hungry."
"Yes, you are."
"Do I have to spell it out for you? N-O-T- H-U-N-G-R-Y."
"Oh good... you can spell, why don't you teach my English class?" Enishi, the English teacher joined them as he just finished his English class.
"What's wrong with your class?" Kenshin asked.
"Nothing... except essays which are written in one whole sentence, 17 year-olds who can't spell 'CHICKEN' and the most decent essay has snot all over it. I'm even starting to have gray hairs and I'm only 25. Could this be anymore appalling?!?"
"Tough. But it pays to see their faces when they do well." Kenshin added.
"Yeah... too bad it only happens once a year." Enishi agreed sadly.
"But its worth it. Don't you think so too, Aoshi?" Kenshin asked, expecting Aoshi to agree with him.
But Aoshi just shrugged.
"Maybe." He mumbled under his breath.
He placed his hands in his pockets as he walked along the empty hallway of the school.
All the students were still inside the the classrooms, it won't be for another hour before the school would be a noisy place, swarming with students who can't wait to get out of school.
He wasn't supposed to be a teacher.
No, never even the thought about it.
He belonged to an impossibly filthy rich family.
Being a professional would be more like it.
But no.
His father had to make him promise that he would do nothing of that sort.
So here he was, teaching, his last resort.
"Where are you going?" Enishi asked, seeing that he had walked right past the lunch room.
Aoshi shrugged again.
"I thought I'd just take a drive down to the city."
"What for? You've got class in a half hour! You'll never make it back in time. And you know how Hiko gets when you're late for class." Enishi exclaimed.
Aoshi kept on walking, he didn't look back, not even a glance.
"Just watch me."
Kenshin frowned. "Why don't you take your job more seriously?"
Aoshi didn't answer. He just walked out the double doors.
"Because he doesn't need it." Enishi answered for him.
"Gawd, don't you just love that Armani Exchange shirt of his? Wonder if it comes in baby blue."
Misao spread her arms across her table. It was only a half hour till school ended for the day and she could just not do any studying, provided she didn't mess up her last period and get detention.
Kaoru looked at her with concerned eyes.
"Are you alright, Misao-chan?" She asked.
Misao lifted her head just a few inches above the table and stared tiredly at Kaoru before plopping it down again.
She turned her head towards the window and sighed inwardly. Am I alright, she thought, its the second day of school and I'm already tired of it, how am I gonna last the next 300 or so days of it?
"I'm fine, thanks." she murmured.
"Oh... well, okay then." Kaoru said, unsurely but left her moody best friend alone.
Misao closed her eyes and sang grimly but softly to herself.
'We got the afternoon. You got this room for two.
One I've left to do.
Discover me, discovering you.
One mile to every inch... your skin like porceline.
One pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue.
Cos if you want love, we'll make it
swim in a deep sea of blankets.
Take all your big plans an' break em'
This is bound to be a while
Your body is wonderland....
Your body is wonderland...'
Aoshi walked into the first year classroom which he had dreaded so much.
The drive down to the city did make him feel alittle better though.
And he had managed to arrive on time.
He scanned the class as he walked in.
Everyone grew quiet as soon as he entered.
The only sound that was audible was a girl singing 'You body is wonderland.'
Aoshi walked up to her.
Her long braid seemed awfully familiar.
But he couldn't see her face because she was lying on the table with her arms covering her head.
He bent down to where she was sitting and cleared his throat several times before she stopped singing and looked up at him, rather dazed.
Misao blinked a couple of times and when she finally realized that the cutest teacher on earth was bent down close enough to kiss her, she screamed and fell off her chair.
Everyone in class laughed, even Kaoru.
She wanted to help Misao up but Aoshi stood in between them.
Misao rubbed her elbow. It hurt tons, she couldn't understand what everyone was laughing about, probably her stupidity.
Aoshi was surprised to see her but said nothing to give away any hints of his emotions.
He just extended his hand out to her, motioning for her to grab it.
Misao hesitated for a moment before reaching out, she was still quite shocked, everything was happening so quickly.
"Sorry bout' that, Mister,"she said finally, when she got up.
Aoshi seemed lost for a while.
The girl was waiting for him to excuse her but he just didn't or couldn't say anything.
All he managed to do was just stare at the sea-blue eyes that were before him.
Everybody just looked at him expectantly for him to shout at her.
Everyone knew his reputation in the school as the coldest teacher around, maybe even in the state.
Now he was looking at this girl who had just probably in everyone's eyes, greatly offended the man.
Aoshi's bottom lips pursed out and he breathed in.
"Sit down, Misao and take out your biology text."He said, softly, almost inaudible.
Misao sat down and he walked to the front of the classroom.
Misao, he thought.How on earth did I did her name? I don't even recall asking Hajime the last time when she had detention.
He shivered slightly at the thought.
So Aoshi started with his first class teaching the first years.
Misao sat on the roof of her porch that Tuesday afternoon.
It felt good sitting there but somehow, she could feel herself sighing but she didn't know why.
Her headphones were over her ears.
She loved music, to her, it was one of the most beautiful things ever to exsist on earth.
She loved it more than she loved pulling pranks.
More than chocolate, her favourite food, dripping from the tip of her tongue like honey.
More than the rain that rolled down her fingers like tiny silver snakes.
Oh, she loved it so much.
And one of the reasons why she loved music was because her mother used to be a singer, before she died in a car accident with her father.
Her favourite song was on.
'And she says, "baby, its 3 a.m. , I must be lonely.'
And yeah she says 'baby, I can't help but be scared of it all ,
sometimes ,
the rain's gonna wash away I believe.
She believes that life isn't made up all that it used to.
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days and days.
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway yeah but outside its stopped raining.
And she says, "baby, its 3 a.m. , I must be lonely.'
And yeah she says 'baby, I can't help but be scared of it all,sometimes,
the rain's gonna wash away I believe.
I believe....
I must be lonely....'
Misao pulled on her cheeks alittle and she could feel tears starting to well up in her eyes.
She rubbed her arms, the wind blew alittle stronger this time, prodding her to let the tears fall because it would dry them for her.
She pulled her rubberband from her hair and her braid came lose.
It fell over her shoulders and down to her waist.
It kept her warm.
She didn't care if it went wild or if people thought she looked like a lunatic.
It was times like these when she just couldn't care less about life.
It only lasted for a moment and when she came back to realizing that life still had to go on no matter how depressed you are, it made her want to lean over and barf.
"Hey! Misao!" A voice called from below.
Misao looked down into the garden of her neighbor's house.
Kaoru was there and she held up a backpack.
Misao grinned.
The good thing about having a neighbor as your bestfriend is you can always count on her anytime.
The roof of the porch was rather low so Kaoru could easily climb up without a ladder.
Kaoru was also an experienced rock-climber, her family would take them, Kaoru and Sano, rock-climbing during the holidays.
Kaoru opened her backpack after she sat herself down beside Misao.
"What's in the snack pack today?" Misao asked, a sudden beam appeared on her face.
"Well," Kaoru started as she took out the junk food packets one by one.
"Cheesey crisps, mars bars, peanuts, chocolate brownies, vanilla cookies and ice-cream soda."
Misao laughed. "Did you bring your whole supply of food today?"
"Just doing you a favor. Afterall, you know how your grandfather is when it comes to junk food. Its no wonder you're so thin." Kaoru said sympathetically.
"Right. I can't stand his new tofu cake. Its disgusting." Misao mumbled as she took a bite out of the brownies.
Kaoru placed a cookie in her mouth.
"Yeah, but he sure attracts loads of customers at his health restaurant thing where young dieting girls are concerned."
Misao nodded in agreement. "Yeah and it works out for Jiya too, since he's such a pervert."
"Gee Misao, you really shouldn't say that about your grandfather." Kaoru laughed.
"But its true anyhow." Misao said, taking another bite into the brownie.
Misao could be totally honest with anything around Kaoru. They never felt uncomfortable with telling each other things.
They could even read each other's minds sometimes.
"So how's your elbow?" Kaoru asked.
"My elbow?"
Misao was alittle confused.
"Yeah, you took quite a big fall during biology class." Kaoru said.
Misao looked at her elbow. There was a large bluish bruise there but it didn't really hurt until she touched it which was probably why she forgot all about it.
"It doesn't hurt much." Misao said.
She wanted to tell Kaoru about how cute she felt Aoshi was and not talk about the stupid bruise.
"Did you realize that Mr Shinomori always wears a tie ?" Misao informed.
Kaoru chewed on her chocolate bar and thought for a while.
"Maybe he's cold or maybe he just likes ties." Kaoru said.
"Well... yeah maybe but anyway don't you just love that black shirt he was wearing today? He looked so cool !!!" Misao squealed.
Kaoru shook her head.
"Uh-oh... looks like someone's got a crush on Mr Shinomori." Kaoru teased.
Misao blushed. "I don't, I just think guys who wear black shirts and roll up their sleeves look good." Misao defended herself.
"Yeah, whatever. Its Okay if you like him. I won't tell. Promise." Kaoru said, crossing her fingers.
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin does not belong to me.
You just had to be my biology teacher
chapter 2
"Aoshi, I think you should take class 1/5." Hiko Seijurou said.
"But that's a first grade class. " Aoshi protested.
"I know you haven't taught a first year class before but just give it a try, alright?" Hiko said, calmly.
"Fine, you're the headmaster here ... not me." Aoshi agreed, reluctantly.
"Good, now don't you forget that."
"Won't." Aoshi snorted and left the headmaster's office.
Another teacher, Kenshin Himura, was waiting for him outside.
"He talks to you as if you're one of the kids in the school, doesn't he ?" Kenshin chuckled.
Aoshi nodded.
"He annoys me, the way he talks, acts... breathes... well, whatever."He told his colleague.
Kenshin smiled and said quietly," Give him a chance, you'll see he's quite a good man. And a brilliant headmaster. Afterall, you've only just joined this school 2 years ago.
"Like I said, whatever."
"You, my friend, seriously need some lunch." Kenshin laughed, trying to break the tension between them.
"Lunch? I'm not hungry."
"Yes, you are."
"Do I have to spell it out for you? N-O-T- H-U-N-G-R-Y."
"Oh good... you can spell, why don't you teach my English class?" Enishi, the English teacher joined them as he just finished his English class.
"What's wrong with your class?" Kenshin asked.
"Nothing... except essays which are written in one whole sentence, 17 year-olds who can't spell 'CHICKEN' and the most decent essay has snot all over it. I'm even starting to have gray hairs and I'm only 25. Could this be anymore appalling?!?"
"Tough. But it pays to see their faces when they do well." Kenshin added.
"Yeah... too bad it only happens once a year." Enishi agreed sadly.
"But its worth it. Don't you think so too, Aoshi?" Kenshin asked, expecting Aoshi to agree with him.
But Aoshi just shrugged.
"Maybe." He mumbled under his breath.
He placed his hands in his pockets as he walked along the empty hallway of the school.
All the students were still inside the the classrooms, it won't be for another hour before the school would be a noisy place, swarming with students who can't wait to get out of school.
He wasn't supposed to be a teacher.
No, never even the thought about it.
He belonged to an impossibly filthy rich family.
Being a professional would be more like it.
But no.
His father had to make him promise that he would do nothing of that sort.
So here he was, teaching, his last resort.
"Where are you going?" Enishi asked, seeing that he had walked right past the lunch room.
Aoshi shrugged again.
"I thought I'd just take a drive down to the city."
"What for? You've got class in a half hour! You'll never make it back in time. And you know how Hiko gets when you're late for class." Enishi exclaimed.
Aoshi kept on walking, he didn't look back, not even a glance.
"Just watch me."
Kenshin frowned. "Why don't you take your job more seriously?"
Aoshi didn't answer. He just walked out the double doors.
"Because he doesn't need it." Enishi answered for him.
"Gawd, don't you just love that Armani Exchange shirt of his? Wonder if it comes in baby blue."
Misao spread her arms across her table. It was only a half hour till school ended for the day and she could just not do any studying, provided she didn't mess up her last period and get detention.
Kaoru looked at her with concerned eyes.
"Are you alright, Misao-chan?" She asked.
Misao lifted her head just a few inches above the table and stared tiredly at Kaoru before plopping it down again.
She turned her head towards the window and sighed inwardly. Am I alright, she thought, its the second day of school and I'm already tired of it, how am I gonna last the next 300 or so days of it?
"I'm fine, thanks." she murmured.
"Oh... well, okay then." Kaoru said, unsurely but left her moody best friend alone.
Misao closed her eyes and sang grimly but softly to herself.
'We got the afternoon. You got this room for two.
One I've left to do.
Discover me, discovering you.
One mile to every inch... your skin like porceline.
One pair of candy lips and your bubblegum tongue.
Cos if you want love, we'll make it
swim in a deep sea of blankets.
Take all your big plans an' break em'
This is bound to be a while
Your body is wonderland....
Your body is wonderland...'
Aoshi walked into the first year classroom which he had dreaded so much.
The drive down to the city did make him feel alittle better though.
And he had managed to arrive on time.
He scanned the class as he walked in.
Everyone grew quiet as soon as he entered.
The only sound that was audible was a girl singing 'You body is wonderland.'
Aoshi walked up to her.
Her long braid seemed awfully familiar.
But he couldn't see her face because she was lying on the table with her arms covering her head.
He bent down to where she was sitting and cleared his throat several times before she stopped singing and looked up at him, rather dazed.
Misao blinked a couple of times and when she finally realized that the cutest teacher on earth was bent down close enough to kiss her, she screamed and fell off her chair.
Everyone in class laughed, even Kaoru.
She wanted to help Misao up but Aoshi stood in between them.
Misao rubbed her elbow. It hurt tons, she couldn't understand what everyone was laughing about, probably her stupidity.
Aoshi was surprised to see her but said nothing to give away any hints of his emotions.
He just extended his hand out to her, motioning for her to grab it.
Misao hesitated for a moment before reaching out, she was still quite shocked, everything was happening so quickly.
"Sorry bout' that, Mister,"she said finally, when she got up.
Aoshi seemed lost for a while.
The girl was waiting for him to excuse her but he just didn't or couldn't say anything.
All he managed to do was just stare at the sea-blue eyes that were before him.
Everybody just looked at him expectantly for him to shout at her.
Everyone knew his reputation in the school as the coldest teacher around, maybe even in the state.
Now he was looking at this girl who had just probably in everyone's eyes, greatly offended the man.
Aoshi's bottom lips pursed out and he breathed in.
"Sit down, Misao and take out your biology text."He said, softly, almost inaudible.
Misao sat down and he walked to the front of the classroom.
Misao, he thought.How on earth did I did her name? I don't even recall asking Hajime the last time when she had detention.
He shivered slightly at the thought.
So Aoshi started with his first class teaching the first years.
Misao sat on the roof of her porch that Tuesday afternoon.
It felt good sitting there but somehow, she could feel herself sighing but she didn't know why.
Her headphones were over her ears.
She loved music, to her, it was one of the most beautiful things ever to exsist on earth.
She loved it more than she loved pulling pranks.
More than chocolate, her favourite food, dripping from the tip of her tongue like honey.
More than the rain that rolled down her fingers like tiny silver snakes.
Oh, she loved it so much.
And one of the reasons why she loved music was because her mother used to be a singer, before she died in a car accident with her father.
Her favourite song was on.
'And she says, "baby, its 3 a.m. , I must be lonely.'
And yeah she says 'baby, I can't help but be scared of it all ,
sometimes ,
the rain's gonna wash away I believe.
She believes that life isn't made up all that it used to.
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days and days.
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway yeah but outside its stopped raining.
And she says, "baby, its 3 a.m. , I must be lonely.'
And yeah she says 'baby, I can't help but be scared of it all,sometimes,
the rain's gonna wash away I believe.
I believe....
I must be lonely....'
Misao pulled on her cheeks alittle and she could feel tears starting to well up in her eyes.
She rubbed her arms, the wind blew alittle stronger this time, prodding her to let the tears fall because it would dry them for her.
She pulled her rubberband from her hair and her braid came lose.
It fell over her shoulders and down to her waist.
It kept her warm.
She didn't care if it went wild or if people thought she looked like a lunatic.
It was times like these when she just couldn't care less about life.
It only lasted for a moment and when she came back to realizing that life still had to go on no matter how depressed you are, it made her want to lean over and barf.
"Hey! Misao!" A voice called from below.
Misao looked down into the garden of her neighbor's house.
Kaoru was there and she held up a backpack.
Misao grinned.
The good thing about having a neighbor as your bestfriend is you can always count on her anytime.
The roof of the porch was rather low so Kaoru could easily climb up without a ladder.
Kaoru was also an experienced rock-climber, her family would take them, Kaoru and Sano, rock-climbing during the holidays.
Kaoru opened her backpack after she sat herself down beside Misao.
"What's in the snack pack today?" Misao asked, a sudden beam appeared on her face.
"Well," Kaoru started as she took out the junk food packets one by one.
"Cheesey crisps, mars bars, peanuts, chocolate brownies, vanilla cookies and ice-cream soda."
Misao laughed. "Did you bring your whole supply of food today?"
"Just doing you a favor. Afterall, you know how your grandfather is when it comes to junk food. Its no wonder you're so thin." Kaoru said sympathetically.
"Right. I can't stand his new tofu cake. Its disgusting." Misao mumbled as she took a bite out of the brownies.
Kaoru placed a cookie in her mouth.
"Yeah, but he sure attracts loads of customers at his health restaurant thing where young dieting girls are concerned."
Misao nodded in agreement. "Yeah and it works out for Jiya too, since he's such a pervert."
"Gee Misao, you really shouldn't say that about your grandfather." Kaoru laughed.
"But its true anyhow." Misao said, taking another bite into the brownie.
Misao could be totally honest with anything around Kaoru. They never felt uncomfortable with telling each other things.
They could even read each other's minds sometimes.
"So how's your elbow?" Kaoru asked.
"My elbow?"
Misao was alittle confused.
"Yeah, you took quite a big fall during biology class." Kaoru said.
Misao looked at her elbow. There was a large bluish bruise there but it didn't really hurt until she touched it which was probably why she forgot all about it.
"It doesn't hurt much." Misao said.
She wanted to tell Kaoru about how cute she felt Aoshi was and not talk about the stupid bruise.
"Did you realize that Mr Shinomori always wears a tie ?" Misao informed.
Kaoru chewed on her chocolate bar and thought for a while.
"Maybe he's cold or maybe he just likes ties." Kaoru said.
"Well... yeah maybe but anyway don't you just love that black shirt he was wearing today? He looked so cool !!!" Misao squealed.
Kaoru shook her head.
"Uh-oh... looks like someone's got a crush on Mr Shinomori." Kaoru teased.
Misao blushed. "I don't, I just think guys who wear black shirts and roll up their sleeves look good." Misao defended herself.
"Yeah, whatever. Its Okay if you like him. I won't tell. Promise." Kaoru said, crossing her fingers.