Triangular: 10
Author's notes: I'm feeling great today, that's why I'm making this now even though I know none of you has reviewed yet chap 09. I'm trying to finish this as soon as I can!
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Footsteps rang throughout the empty hallway. This hallway was particularly one of the most silent ones in the whole CLAMP Gakuen High School Department, for no classroom was situated in this hallway. Only faculty rooms, teachers' lounges, teachers' library, teachers' audio and visual rooms, just about everything a teacher needs were placed within this part of the campus.
Students only loiter around this part of the school for submitting requirements, talks with the teacher, but most of the time, students gather around these parts to gawk at their beautiful instructors. Indeed, CLAMP Gakuen is home to most of Japan's most gorgeous of teachers. That includes Sakurazuka Seishirou, Monou Fuuma, Kuzuki Kakyou, Aoki Seichirou, Kigai Yuuto and of course, Sumeragi Subaru. Also Imonoyama Nokoru, the Chief Director of CLAMP Gakuen; Takamura Suoh and Ijyuin Akira; Yoshiyuki Terada, Kinomoto Fujitaka, Kailu Lantis, Sol Zagato and other handsome teachers. CLAMP Gakuen is also home to the most beautiful of teachers, including Kaho Mizuki, Emeraude, Kinomoto Nadeshiko, Alcyone and other famous female teachers.
Also, CLAMP Gakuen is home to the most sublime of students.
And the person walking briskly along the silent corridor was one of them.
Shirou Kamui stopped in front of the History and Japanese Literature Faculty room. Each subject has its own faculty room for the teachers to make it easier to contact an instructor. Opening the door, Kamui entered a room that led to many different rooms.
His noticeable amethyst eyes scanned every door he passed by, searching for the name 'Monou Fuuma' enameled on the door. Once he found it, he swallowed a huge lump in his throat and clenched his fist, knocking on the mahogany door to gain the teacher's attention.
"Ah, Kamui-kun. You're already here." Fuuma said, stepping out of his office and motioning Kamui to follow him. The boy reluctantly did, following Fuuma's footsteps outside.
"What do you want me to do, Monou-sensei?" Kamui asked, looking down the building for they were out in the corridor.
"Well, Kamui-kun…" Fuuma started, leaning against the wall as Kamui stood before him. "You do know about the Japanese Literature Department's project, right?"
Kamui looked up at Fuuma. "No."
"Well, the Japanese Literature Department and the History Department has collaborated for this project." The History teacher explicated, golden eyes locked on the raven-haired beauty. "They took an old legend and with our help, we revamped it into a new story. And this story, my Kamui-kun, is going to be this year's school play." He added with much interest, a happy glint shining in his orbs. Kamui didn't like his stare – it sent chills down his spine as he took his amethyst eyes off Fuuma.
Oh no…please…please no…"And you absolutely know what that means, right, Kamui-kun?"
"No…no, no, no…please…" Kamui started to murmur, knowing exactly what Fuuma meant.
"No? If you don't, your grades would never change, Kamui-kun. It may even get worse."
"Do you even grade me for my performance?"
"Yes…but you always seem to be so quiet. You never recite…it's like you're afraid of me, Kamui-kun. If you want your grades to get even higher, you have to participate in this play…"
Kamui stared at Fuuma. Him? Act? Kamui didn't know anything about acting – he doesn't even know a thing about plays. But he had to go and act in front of the whole school for this stupid play. Only if Fuuma knew how scared of him Kamui is.
"Is…" Kamui whimpered, looking back down at his feet. "Is there any other way?"
Fuuma raised his eyebrows in inquiry. "Kamui-kun, you wouldn't even WANT to know what the other way is…I hope you have a clue of what I'm talking about."
"NO! THAT'S IT!" Kamui screamed, not even wishing to imagine what Fuuma might do to his precious, cream-colored body. "If I have to do this play, then I will!"
***
'I absolutely hate myself for getting in this mess.'
The next day arrived, and class started a few minutes ago. Everyone was blabbering about how great this event will be, excited on how it will start, or what his or her part would be.
But Kamui was feeling different…
…VERY different.
Kuzuki Kakyou, Science turned Japanese Literature teacher, entered the classroom and commanded the class to keep it down. Everyone was looking forward to their silver-haired teacher's announcement, although Kamui just kept to himself and rested his head on folded arms, trying to drown out every single word he was hearing.
At last, Kakyou started his announcement, holding a folder full of papers in his hands as he walked to the center of the classroom.
"As you all know," Kakyou started, looking at each and everyone of the students in 2-A. "There's going to be a school play to be presented just before Christmas Break. The Japanese Literature Department has picked the second years to be the ones who will perform in the play, but even though I already checked with 2-B, 2-C and 2-D, it seems that no one from those sections are fit to play the parts."
Segawa Keiichi interrupted Kakyou's speech. "Kuzuki-sensei, could you please inform us about the plot first?" he requested, making the rest of the class agree. Kamui tried not to listen, although he himself was interested in the so-called 'revamped' legend.
"Alright then. I think it's no use for you to pick the parts before you know what happens." Kakyou confirmed, opening the folder in his hands. "We have revamped a legend to make it seem that it was a newly written story, collaborating with the History department.
"There was this angel who accidentally fell from Heaven to Earth through a loophole in one of Heaven's restricted areas. As he approached Earth, he asked people on how to get back home. Now the living had informed him of different things that could send him back to Heaven, although most of it doesn't work.
While the Angel searches the world for a way to get back, there was this Demon who held a grudge against God. As the Devil continued to watch the Angel's journey, he thought that capturing and torturing the Angel would be a way to get back at God since this fallen Angel is one of God's favorites; also a way to get his respect back." Kakyou looked around at his students, observing every look and expression that his students' faces' held as he finished telling the basic plot. "Now, what do you think?"
"It's great!" Sorata spoke up, and again the rest of the class agreed, of course except Kamui. "I think 'Nee-chan should be the angel!!!!!"
With his added comment, everyone laughed, but Arashi only blushed and smacked him upside his head.
"I'd rather have Kishuu-san to be the costume designer." Kakyou commented, making everyone look at Arashi. "Anyway, I have perfect people in mind for these roles. Anyway, only the Angel and the Devil's roles are available, so I only have to pick two."
People raised their hands immediately hoping that Kakyou would somehow pick them to be the Angel or the Devil. As Kakyou's golden eyes scanned the crowd, two people caught his attention and he smiled.
"I'll pick new students this year." Kakyou suddenly exclaimed, looking at the distressed Kamui and the Kamui-hater Nataku, although he doesn't know about their hidden conflict. Kamui sunk further down on his seat, feeling his heart beat faster as deafening silence once again enveloped the classroom like before. Nataku, meanwhile, has no idea of what was going on, for the only thoughts that were running though his head were 'I hate Shirou Kamui' and 'I love Monou Fuuma'.
"The Angel would be Shirou Kamui," Kakyou announced, gaining the full and anticipating attention of the rest of the class. "While the Devil will be portrayed by Tojou Nataku."
Pure shock ran through his veins as his brain deciphered the message correctly. Not only that he was going to participate in this play, but he has to be a main character?! A person who would stay late after school because of practice?! A person who would spend every minute memorizing lines?! A person who would be dressed in some goofy outfit with WHITE WINGS?!
Out of panic, Kamui shot up from his chair, adorable mauve eyes as wide as saucers.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"
Kakyou only smiled. "Of course not, Shirou-san. If you agree to participate in this play, remember your History, and you will be exempted in the last exams…" Kakyou explained. "That is, if you perform well."
Kamui was still shocked about the recent proclamation. Noticing this, Kakyou turned to Nataku who had his blue eyes narrowed as he stared at Kamui.
"What about you, Tojou-san?"
Nataku looked up innocently at Kakyou.
"What about what?"
***
"Oh they're so cute!"
"I mean, one would think Tojou would be the angel while Shirou would be the devil!"
"How come?"
"Nataku has silver hair and blue eyes while Kamui has brown-black hair and purple eyes."
"Oh. I see. But I don't care: THEY'RE SO CUUUUUUTTTTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hope Shirou-kun was MY boyfriend!"
"Hah, dream on!"
Kamui felt his heart sink down into his stomach as he, Sorata and Arashi walked around campus. The play had been the most recent talk of the town, with everyone, even teachers, gossiping and chattering around about it.
And Kamui hated it.
And this is why this became one of the many reasons why Kamui never wanted to be in school plays.
Author's notes: Wouldn't update until 110! Please r&R! Thanks!