Aurora: Tried making this one longer...sigh...Christams is coming... me is going brokeeee.....
Disclaimer:Rurouni Kenshin does not belong to me.
You just had to be my Biology teacher
Chapter 4
Aoshi sat at a table in the pub.
His wife sat across him and her boyfriend sat next to her.
"Megumi..." he started but he didn't know what to say to her.
It seemed that the man right before him was supposedly much better than him.
Afterall, he was the one whom she chose over himself.
But he couldn't understand.
He wouldn't understand.
That there was some other guy that she would prefer to him.
I'm the perfect guy for her, he thought.
I'm smart, good-looking, rich, tall...
Then he looked at the other man who sat before him.
He looked like a little kid who couldn't stop smiling.
He finally decided that he wasn't the problem.
It had to be Megumi.
His 'dearest' wife.
"So, Aoshi, what do you do for a living?" Soujirou asked as he took a sip from his cocktail.
Aoshi pursed out his bottom lip but didn't answer.
Instead, Megumi answered for him.
"He's a high school teacher."she said, looking at him with disgust.
Aoshi kept silent. He figured that since he wife had probably invited him to dinner that night was so she could get a divorce, he might as well let her open her big fat mouth to embarrass him the whole night long.
After that he wouldn't have to see her again.
"Why, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Being a high school teacher I mean."Soujirou continued.
"Just shut up and give me the damn divorce papers." Aoshi said impatiently.
He couldn't take it anymore.
The ridiculous aura of happiness that surrounded Soujirou was practically killing him inside.
"Divorce papers? What are you talking about Aoshi?" Megumi asked, shocked at his sudden outburst.
Aoshi squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
'If she wasn't here to get me to de-leech her from my money, then what am I doing here?' he asked himself.
"Then why did you ask me here tonight?"
He looked as if he was ready to pounce on her and swallow her up.
Megumi's frown twisted into a sly grin and she said, straight to his face," I have invited you here tonight to tell you, my DEAR husband, apple of my eye, that I'm pregnant."
Aoshi opened his mouth to protest but he didn't know what exactly to say.
A million questions raced through his mind.
And the biggest question popped up.
"Who's child is it?"
Megumi snorted, "Yours, you dum-dum."
Aoshi was taken back. "How do you know for sure?"
"Because," Megumi said as-a-matter-of-factly. "You are my husband and I haven't slept with anyone else but you."
Aoshi looked at Soujirou who just stared blankly at the glass of wine in front of him.
"Well, considering our living arrangments, you expect me to know that?"
Megumi rolled her eyes.
Aoshi didn't want to have a baby with Megumi, even if she was the last woman on earth.
But he couldn't and didn't want to ask her to get an abortion because he knew it would destroy her.
And as much as he hated her, she was still at one time, someone whom he had cared about with his whole heart.
Aoshi leaned back on his seat and took a deep breath.
"What are your plans?"
Megumi shrugged.
"We've got 6 months to figure that out but if you really want a divorce, I would probably marry Sou here and we'd like to adopt the baby if its alright with you."she said.
Aoshi turned to Soujirou.
"And you're okay with what she just said?" he asked the other man.
Soujirou just shrugged and smiled.
'I'm going to leave my child with this loony fruitcake and my evil ex-wife? 'he thought.
'I really don't think it such a good idea.'
"I don't think I want you to adopt the child. But I still want to have the divorce. The child will come and live with me every other month. There, isn't that settled?" he said finally.
Megumi didn't seem pleased with his suggestion but she agreed anyway.
Misao brushed her hair as she got ready to go to bed.
She placed her comb on her dressing table and looked into the mirror.
It was certainly a tiring day for her.
She had track and field training that afternoon.
But what made it more tiring was the fact that she kept thinking about Mr Shinomori being married during the whole time she was running.
"I can't believe it." she announced to noone.
It was already by that time that she had realised how much she liked him.
She liked everything about him.
The way he talked, walked. The way he always runs his hand through his hair whenever he was frustrated with the class.
Even the way he smelt.
The way his mysterious dark eyes fell upon her when he came into class.
Everything.
And it felt so horrible when he raised up his hand and she saw that shiny thing on the finger.
And those words.
She could just feel herself choke then and even now, when she thought about it.
She got up from her seat and went to her CD changer.
She pressed play on any song that was in the CD at the moment and she climbed into bed, with the lights off.
I stared at the words on the board as he went on about the muscles in our body and how they work.
Everything was so jumbled up, I couldn't understand it.
He finally drew something on the board which I actually understood.
A heart.
It wasn't the type of heart which you see when someone's in love but the real kind of heart.
The one that's in my chest.
The one which he had to so kindly gorge out.
"There are all kinds of muscles in your body, even muscles around your heart. That's why sometimes when you're sad or whatever, your muscles pull on your heart, causing you to have a heartache." he said.
He's so smart.
He knows exactly what I'm feeling now and he can even explain it, in such a scientific way.
I sighed inwardly and started scribbling on my notebook.
I didn't know what to write.
So what ended up on my page was what seemed like a bunch of mixed up lines of poetry.
Our eyes met for the first time.
Yours were so full of mystery.
Ice blue with knowledge beyond me.
You were so hard to understand.
Noone could comprehend.
Then I got to know you
Just alittle bit
You always stand during class
I've never seen you sit
You talk with an accent
You always kept your cool.
You never got frustrated or angry.
but not even sad or blue
Or bubbling with excitement
no not even a tinge of 'Yahoo'
You were so weird, strange, out of this world.
You might even be an alien for all I know.
But I love you so much
I don't know why
But you love someone else
and she isn't I...
I got so frustrated that I tore out the page.
Everybody stared at me but I didn't care.
Mr Shinomori didn't stop teaching even though I interupted him.
He wasn't acting his usual self.
He didn't even stop to ask questions or even look at any of us.
I didn't understand.
I've only known this man for less than a month and already I'm falling for him.
Things like that don't just happen for no reason.
They happen to teach you something.
But I don't know what yet.
I got up from my seat impulsively, grabbed my backpack and walked out of the classroom.
Surprisingly, Mr Shinomori didn't stop me.
I don't even know if he realizes that I had just left.
He just continued on and on about the muscle structure.
I heard many gasps as I stepped out the door.
I knew who had left the classroom.
It was Misao.
I didn't stop her.
My mind was so messed with I couldn't even control my own emotions.
So even if I did stop her, what would I say?
I let my mouth do the teaching for that class.
It just went on and on.
All that information just spilling out.
And my mind was just spinning with thoughts of the baby.
What was I going to do...
I hadn't figured it out yet.
Money wasn't a problem.
But looking after it would be a catastrophy.
I could just imagine all the dirty diapers and spilt milk powder all over the living room.
Baby barf in the car seat and having to see Megumi more than 5 times a month.
Hearing her voice calling me every second to check on the baby, in case I tried to drown it or something.
It would only spell disaster.
Also for the fact that I wasn't ready to be a father.
I needed ALOT of help.
Finally, I placed the marker down on to the table and said," Class is over."
I was 5 minutes earlier than usual but I needed that 5 mintues.
end of chapter 4
Disclaimer:Rurouni Kenshin does not belong to me.
You just had to be my Biology teacher
Chapter 4
Aoshi sat at a table in the pub.
His wife sat across him and her boyfriend sat next to her.
"Megumi..." he started but he didn't know what to say to her.
It seemed that the man right before him was supposedly much better than him.
Afterall, he was the one whom she chose over himself.
But he couldn't understand.
He wouldn't understand.
That there was some other guy that she would prefer to him.
I'm the perfect guy for her, he thought.
I'm smart, good-looking, rich, tall...
Then he looked at the other man who sat before him.
He looked like a little kid who couldn't stop smiling.
He finally decided that he wasn't the problem.
It had to be Megumi.
His 'dearest' wife.
"So, Aoshi, what do you do for a living?" Soujirou asked as he took a sip from his cocktail.
Aoshi pursed out his bottom lip but didn't answer.
Instead, Megumi answered for him.
"He's a high school teacher."she said, looking at him with disgust.
Aoshi kept silent. He figured that since he wife had probably invited him to dinner that night was so she could get a divorce, he might as well let her open her big fat mouth to embarrass him the whole night long.
After that he wouldn't have to see her again.
"Why, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Being a high school teacher I mean."Soujirou continued.
"Just shut up and give me the damn divorce papers." Aoshi said impatiently.
He couldn't take it anymore.
The ridiculous aura of happiness that surrounded Soujirou was practically killing him inside.
"Divorce papers? What are you talking about Aoshi?" Megumi asked, shocked at his sudden outburst.
Aoshi squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.
'If she wasn't here to get me to de-leech her from my money, then what am I doing here?' he asked himself.
"Then why did you ask me here tonight?"
He looked as if he was ready to pounce on her and swallow her up.
Megumi's frown twisted into a sly grin and she said, straight to his face," I have invited you here tonight to tell you, my DEAR husband, apple of my eye, that I'm pregnant."
Aoshi opened his mouth to protest but he didn't know what exactly to say.
A million questions raced through his mind.
And the biggest question popped up.
"Who's child is it?"
Megumi snorted, "Yours, you dum-dum."
Aoshi was taken back. "How do you know for sure?"
"Because," Megumi said as-a-matter-of-factly. "You are my husband and I haven't slept with anyone else but you."
Aoshi looked at Soujirou who just stared blankly at the glass of wine in front of him.
"Well, considering our living arrangments, you expect me to know that?"
Megumi rolled her eyes.
Aoshi didn't want to have a baby with Megumi, even if she was the last woman on earth.
But he couldn't and didn't want to ask her to get an abortion because he knew it would destroy her.
And as much as he hated her, she was still at one time, someone whom he had cared about with his whole heart.
Aoshi leaned back on his seat and took a deep breath.
"What are your plans?"
Megumi shrugged.
"We've got 6 months to figure that out but if you really want a divorce, I would probably marry Sou here and we'd like to adopt the baby if its alright with you."she said.
Aoshi turned to Soujirou.
"And you're okay with what she just said?" he asked the other man.
Soujirou just shrugged and smiled.
'I'm going to leave my child with this loony fruitcake and my evil ex-wife? 'he thought.
'I really don't think it such a good idea.'
"I don't think I want you to adopt the child. But I still want to have the divorce. The child will come and live with me every other month. There, isn't that settled?" he said finally.
Megumi didn't seem pleased with his suggestion but she agreed anyway.
Misao brushed her hair as she got ready to go to bed.
She placed her comb on her dressing table and looked into the mirror.
It was certainly a tiring day for her.
She had track and field training that afternoon.
But what made it more tiring was the fact that she kept thinking about Mr Shinomori being married during the whole time she was running.
"I can't believe it." she announced to noone.
It was already by that time that she had realised how much she liked him.
She liked everything about him.
The way he talked, walked. The way he always runs his hand through his hair whenever he was frustrated with the class.
Even the way he smelt.
The way his mysterious dark eyes fell upon her when he came into class.
Everything.
And it felt so horrible when he raised up his hand and she saw that shiny thing on the finger.
And those words.
She could just feel herself choke then and even now, when she thought about it.
She got up from her seat and went to her CD changer.
She pressed play on any song that was in the CD at the moment and she climbed into bed, with the lights off.
I stared at the words on the board as he went on about the muscles in our body and how they work.
Everything was so jumbled up, I couldn't understand it.
He finally drew something on the board which I actually understood.
A heart.
It wasn't the type of heart which you see when someone's in love but the real kind of heart.
The one that's in my chest.
The one which he had to so kindly gorge out.
"There are all kinds of muscles in your body, even muscles around your heart. That's why sometimes when you're sad or whatever, your muscles pull on your heart, causing you to have a heartache." he said.
He's so smart.
He knows exactly what I'm feeling now and he can even explain it, in such a scientific way.
I sighed inwardly and started scribbling on my notebook.
I didn't know what to write.
So what ended up on my page was what seemed like a bunch of mixed up lines of poetry.
Our eyes met for the first time.
Yours were so full of mystery.
Ice blue with knowledge beyond me.
You were so hard to understand.
Noone could comprehend.
Then I got to know you
Just alittle bit
You always stand during class
I've never seen you sit
You talk with an accent
You always kept your cool.
You never got frustrated or angry.
but not even sad or blue
Or bubbling with excitement
no not even a tinge of 'Yahoo'
You were so weird, strange, out of this world.
You might even be an alien for all I know.
But I love you so much
I don't know why
But you love someone else
and she isn't I...
I got so frustrated that I tore out the page.
Everybody stared at me but I didn't care.
Mr Shinomori didn't stop teaching even though I interupted him.
He wasn't acting his usual self.
He didn't even stop to ask questions or even look at any of us.
I didn't understand.
I've only known this man for less than a month and already I'm falling for him.
Things like that don't just happen for no reason.
They happen to teach you something.
But I don't know what yet.
I got up from my seat impulsively, grabbed my backpack and walked out of the classroom.
Surprisingly, Mr Shinomori didn't stop me.
I don't even know if he realizes that I had just left.
He just continued on and on about the muscle structure.
I heard many gasps as I stepped out the door.
I knew who had left the classroom.
It was Misao.
I didn't stop her.
My mind was so messed with I couldn't even control my own emotions.
So even if I did stop her, what would I say?
I let my mouth do the teaching for that class.
It just went on and on.
All that information just spilling out.
And my mind was just spinning with thoughts of the baby.
What was I going to do...
I hadn't figured it out yet.
Money wasn't a problem.
But looking after it would be a catastrophy.
I could just imagine all the dirty diapers and spilt milk powder all over the living room.
Baby barf in the car seat and having to see Megumi more than 5 times a month.
Hearing her voice calling me every second to check on the baby, in case I tried to drown it or something.
It would only spell disaster.
Also for the fact that I wasn't ready to be a father.
I needed ALOT of help.
Finally, I placed the marker down on to the table and said," Class is over."
I was 5 minutes earlier than usual but I needed that 5 mintues.
end of chapter 4