Triangular: 02
Author's notes: Hey guys! I've been really happy about this fic's success! Thanks! Here's the second chapter, I hope you like it!
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The fresh autumn air blew past his unmoving figure, clad in a dark-colored trench coat with dark green eyes and ebony hair. His orbs narrowed into sadistic slits as he observed his new school, where he would be teaching History for the sake of his 'pet'.
No one can escape from me, my darling Kamui-kun…**
Teachers busied themselves everywhere, in every corner of the school's faculty room. Dozens of papers, pens, pencils and other office supplies were thrown everywhere, with others bustling around to meet deadlines.
But one teacher was calm and confident about his work. His desk was neatly arranged; all his work done efficiently, all his pens and other things neatly packed in a corner of his table. He had chin resting atop his two intertwined hands, staring off to space as his colleagues rushed about.
"Ah, Sumeragi-kun," said Aoki Seichiirou, a fellow teacher, as he passed by. "Sakurazuka-san wanted to see you in his office. He said it was important."
At the mention of the vice-principle's name, Sumeragi Subaru's eyes widened. Sakurazuka Seishiirou, their vice-principal, the second person in charge of the school besides Hinoto-sama, wants him to be in his office? His class just ended and he wants him there now?
"Sumeragi-kun?" Aoki called his attention, waving his hand in front of the younger teacher's face as the other supported the weight of a stack of test papers. "I could come by his office and tell him you're not feeling well, if you want."
Subaru shot his head up to face the brown-haired science teacher.
"Never mind, Aoki-san. I'd be happy to go to his office."
Ha, yeah right, Subaru.
"Alright then, good luck, Sumeragi-kun." Aoki went to his desk to check the test papers, chatting with fellow biology teacher Kuzuki Kakyou.
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The young man took a sharp intake of breath amidst the students and other personnel around him. There he was, in front of the vice-principal's office, staring at the white lettering on the door that said 'SAKURAZUKA SEISHIIROU – VICE-PRINCIPAL'. Apparently, someone was there before him, hearing the man's smooth, deep voice that contrasted with Seishiirou's deep, baritone one.
"Alright then, Monou-san, you'll start Wednesday. Let's see…your first class is 2-A, at 8:30 am. Here's your schedule, and welcome to the school. It was nice meeting you." Subaru heard Seishiirou's business voice, and the teacher could imagine Seishiirou's fake smile.
"It was nice meeting you too, Sakurazuka-san. Thank you for accepting me."
A new teacher? Subaru thought to himself. Oh…yeah, I forgot about the History department's opening.
"It was nothing, Monou-san. And I believe you want to talk to me about something important? I'd be glad to talk to you at Thursday. Is that alright with you, Monou-san?"
"Please, call me Fuuma. And of course, I would be glad to. Well, I must be going now, Sakurazuka-san. I'll see you on Wednesday." The man who was apparently named Monou Fuuma remarked, walking to the door. Subaru inhaled deeply and started to turn and walk away but he was too late.
He saw him.
"Ah, Suba—eh—Sumeragi-kun! How nice to see you!" Seishiirou's oh-c'mere-you-little-piece-of-pie-'coz-you're-so-goddamn-cute-and-I'm-gonna-enthrall-you-to-sleep-with-me voice rang in his ears. Fuuma raised his eyebrows before looking kindly at Subaru. Fuuma later on glanced at Seishiirou with a oh-I-see-your-point-he's-cute glance.
"Hello there." Fuuma remarked before entirely disappearing from the scene. Subaru gulped – here he was, with HIM again, all alone…in his goddamn office.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" He said with much respect, making the older man raise his eyebrows.
"Sir?" he asked disbelievingly.
"Well, yes sir. Your position is more superior than mine, isn't it, Sakurazuka-san?" Subaru threw back.
"Sakurazuka-san? We're back at that? C'mon, Subby-chan…" Seishiirou stepped up to him, closing the door shut with his fingers. "Did I do anything wrong?" Seishiirou proceeded to tangle his fingers in the younger man's ebony locks.
"Sakurazuka-san, let go of me, alright?" Subaru snapped, pushing himself away from him, an annoyed look in his eyes. "I'm tired of this."
"Tired of what, Subaru-kun?"
"This!" Subaru threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "This relationship!"
"Doshite na no, Subaru-kun?"
"I'm just sick and tired of all this, Sakurazuka-san –
"I told you to call me a Seishiirou –
"I KNOW THAT, ALRIGHT –
"It's just that you keep calling me Sakurazuka-san, Subaru-kun –
"Listen to me first! I'm sick and tired of all these things, SEISHIIROU –
"There you finally said it –
"Why do you keep on cutting me off?! I'm talking here, can't you see tha –
"C'mon, Subaru-kun, we could just forget about these things and get a little move on, if you know what I mean, eh –
"I WANT TO FUCKING TALK WITH YOU AND YOU KEEP CUTTING THE HELL OUT OF ME, YOU SON OF A—
"Subaru-kun! Such harsh words!"
"STOP CALLING ME SUBARU-KUN!"
"How come? You're mine, aren't you?"
And that, ladies and gentlemen, hit a nerve.
"Will you just fucking stop it?!"
Subaru finally looked intensely at the older man with such – abhorrence is the word, I think – that Seishiirou looked kindly at him again.
"What is your problem, Subaru-kun? Is anything wrong?"
Subaru glared at him, hoping that somehow he'd be able to burn a hole through his chest with his gaze.
"Wrong?!" Subaru raged, running out of patience. "What's wrong is that this relationship has gone out too far! For six months we've been keeping this a fucking secret! FOR SIX MONTHS!"
"Why? Did I do something?"
"Look, Sakurazuka-san, I'm really sorry, but I can't continue our relationship. I can't explain it to you – you wouldn't understand it, anyway – and I think it's best that we left things like this and end this stupid rapport. This could never go anywhere." Subaru took one last glance at him before turning to leave. "I don't know why you called me in here, but as far as it goes, nothing would ever happen between us again. It's just really weird."
Seishiirou stared at him.
Hard.
"I'll see you tomorrow at work, Sakurazuka-san."
And with that, the door was closed, leaving a sinister Seishiirou thinking of a plan to get his Subaru back.
~*~*~*~*~*The next day*~*~*~*~*~
"I can't believe Yuzuriha didn't wake me up! That little brat!" Shirou Kamui murmured dangerously as he went up the staircases to the second floor. He was late by five minutes, and his sister, Shirou Yuzuriha, hadn't bothered to wake him up for school. Instead, he overslept, and ended up running to school since their foster mother, Kasumi Karen, left home early.
"I'm going to kill that girl when she comes home." He hissed to himself, stopping by his so-called classroom door. As he opened it, his hair in total disarray, his eyes widened in shock.
He was in the Junior High School building of the Anime University.
"ONII~CHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Came his sister's scream as the junior high-school students stared at the teen in the high school uniform.
"Oh no…" He stared at the teacher, Yoshiyuki Terada (A/N: From CLAMP's CCS), and ran frantically down the staircase to head down to the high school building.
"Gee, Yuzuriha-chan, your onii-chan is sure cute." Kinomoto Sakura said as Kamui left the doorway. "Not like mine…"
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"I will definitely kill Yuzuriha the minute she steps on the threshold!" Kamui ranted in anger as he ran across the school lawn towards the High School building. He was already fifteen minutes late (since the Anime University was really really HUGE) as he scrambled upstairs and while running to the second staircase, he bumped hard into someone who smelled very familiar.
And hey, it's not nice to smell someone you just met.
Or did he meet him just then?
"Gomen nasai – I wasn't looking…" Kamui murmured as he looked up, only to see haunting green eyes looking up at him in mystery.
"I …take that back."
"Ah, Kamui-kun!" Monou Fuuma's deep voice filled his ears, making him wince in annoyance.
"Monou-sensei…" Kamui said disappointedly.
Author's notes: So, how's that? I hope you liked it! Please r&r!!!