A/N I was bored, so I decided to make a new chapter. Sorry if Ayame and
Hatori seems OOC. And another thing, I confess, I have only seen one
episode of FB. The anime club showed us the anime one time. How I know
about the characters you ask? I did some research. I do not own anything,
so on with the fic.
The melodramatic arts teacher and the new school.doctor?
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It's me again, you all remember Haru, the hot punk rock teacher with the weird split personality. Well, I think he might like me, but that's kind of weird. I mean he's a lot older than me, and everyone knows that it's not a good sign for teachers to like their students in that way. It seems my whole high school is being taken over by weirdoes. It's bad enough that the leech Shigure or 'Sugar ray' that most students like to call him, is the new math teacher (a/n Shigure sounds kind of like Sugar ray to me). But it looks like another one of the Sohmas has taken over my favorite subject.
I calmly walked to my arts class, while chatting with my friend along the way. We sat down at the table where we usually sit and took out our arts supplies. We were all expecting for our art teacher Mr. Durham to walk inside the classroom, but instead in came a long silvered hair man, wearing a Chinese red outfit. He walked up to the front of the class and gave us a sunny smile.
"GOOD DAY CLASS!" He said in a loud singsong voice. "My name is Ayame Sohma and since your original arts teacher has quit, I, the wonderful Ayame, shall be replacing him!" He said this whole sentence in a singsong voice.
"Now we will start on a whole new subject. We will learn how to sew clothing!" said Ayame. One student raised her hand.
"Yes?" asked Ayame.
"But is sewing really apart of arts?" asked the student.
"AHAHAHA! Of course it is! In designing fashion one must use art to sketch out the clothing design!" Ayame said in a loud voice. He then gave us some sewing supplies and showed us how to make a simple shirt, except we can put designs on ours. Shigure then came into the classroom.
"I thought I heard a familiar voice in here!" grinned Shigure.
"Oh, 'Gure it's so good to see you again!" Ayame yelled dramatically.
"Aya I'll never leave you!"
"'Gure you're the only one for me!"
"And you're the only person I adore!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I LOVE YOU TOO!"
The two of them met in the middle, smiled deviously and then straightened up and gave each other thumbs up.
"YOSH!" they said together.
Some people in the class looked at them as if they were on something. Others gave them this buggy-eyed face that looked something like this.
"o_O;;;;;"
"Oh, Flower! I didn't know you had this class." Shigure said to me.
"Believe me, I wish I didn't right now." I mumbled quietly.
"Well, it looks like you got quite the skill for sewing." Shigure gestured at my well-sown shirt. The shirt I made was red without sleeves, and it had little rhinestones on it.
"Ah, she'll make an excellent bride." Smiled Shigure.
"Sorry 'Gure, but she belongs to Haru." Ayame said playfully. My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets.
"WHAT?!" I screamed. Not noticing, I accidentally slit my hand with the razor blade I was using to cut the fabric. I didn't realize that, until blood started to appear.
"OH MY!" Ayame slapped his hands to his cheeks. "YOU POOR DEAR! YOU CUT THAT PRETTY LITTLE HAND OF YOURS!"
"I would be glad to fix that up for you." Shigure grinned.
"I rather go to the nurses office." I said sternly.
"All right I'll write you a pass so you can go." Ayame wrote down a pass and gave it to me. My friend also gave me her handkerchief so I could add some pressure to my cut, so it wouldn't bleed so much.
"Now off you go, a pretty girl like you must be treated right away!" Ayame opened the door for me, I thanked him, and then walked out. I swear I heard some of the students laughing.
I arrived at the office and told them I'm here to see the nurse. What I didn't expect that our school nurse is a man. His name was Hatori Sohma and was our new school nurse. He greeted me with a small smile and asked me to sit down. I did so, while he took out a first aid kit.
"Let me see your hand." I held out my injured hand and he took it. I have to admit, he was really cute.
"The gash isn't too deep, but I'm going to have to clean it." While he was opening the kit, and taking out what he needed, he talked to me for a while.
"So, what's your name?" He asked.
"My name? It's [taken out by unknown]." I answered. (a/n Sorry I can't tell you!)
"[taken out by unknown]? That's a nice name. You're in Haru's class, right?" He asked, while he wiped some of the blood off my hand.
"Y-Yeah." I said.
"He said some nice things about you. He says you got a lot of talent." I felt sort of embarrassed.
"He also said you were pretty too." My whole face felt hot and it started to turn red.
"Th-Th-That's stupid! I'm not pretty!" Hatori just slightly nodded in response as if to say 'Sure, whatever you say.'
"This will sting a little bit." He sprayed something on my cut. It hurt, but I didn't show it.
"I guess you've seen his other personality too." He asked again, while wrapping the bandage around my hand. I nodded in agreement.
"He has some strange split personality disorder. Whenever he gets angry he stays in his bad personality for a long time, but over the years he was able to control it." he explained.
"I see." I said knowingly.
"There, you're all done." He packed everything back in the kit.
"It was nice talking to you." I said to him. He only smiled in response. Right before I got out of the nurse's office, a familiar grinning face greeted me.
"Why hello there, flower! Your hand looks a lot better." He then turn to Hatori.
"Why 'Tori it's been awhile since we last seen you smile. Our little flower must have really warmed your heart." He grinned.
"Whatever Shigure." Hatori said blankly, trying to ignore him. I left as quick as I could, so I wouldn't get involved in this.
At lunch time, I got my usual cafeteria lunch, a turkey sandwich with extra veggies, lemon ice tea, baked lays, milk, and I was able to snag the last Boston cream pie. The problem was I didn't have a enough money. Then you will not believe what happened next, Haru came and paid for me! I thought this was incredibly sweet of him and I said I promise to pay him back.
"No need for that." He said in his usual blank self.
"But I really should." I argued, but Haru said it was all right, so decided to went, since I didn't want to get on his bad side, literally. W sat at the same table and some of the girls were looking at our direction. Some of them looked pretty jealous and looked ready to kill me. Haru then notice my hand.
"What happen to your hand?" He asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Oh, just a small accident." I said casually. Now this made me feel really embarrassed and it sort of freaked me out. Haru took my hand, holding it gently, and kissed it! My face was almost as red as the tomato in my sandwich. My eyes widen from shock, and so did the girls who were watching!
"Take care, all right?" He then left. I couldn't believe it, he kissed my hand. For a while I was in this weird daze until one of my friends came up to me and waved her hand in my face.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"N-Nothing!" I calmly replied, not bothering to tell her what happen a while a go.
A/N Hahahaha! I think I should stop write here. Sorry if the characters seem a little OOC, especially Haru. But I just wanted him to be like that just this one time in this fic. SO who do you want for the new Science teacher? Yuki? Kagura? Kyo? Maybe Momiji! You decide!
The melodramatic arts teacher and the new school.doctor?
---*---
It's me again, you all remember Haru, the hot punk rock teacher with the weird split personality. Well, I think he might like me, but that's kind of weird. I mean he's a lot older than me, and everyone knows that it's not a good sign for teachers to like their students in that way. It seems my whole high school is being taken over by weirdoes. It's bad enough that the leech Shigure or 'Sugar ray' that most students like to call him, is the new math teacher (a/n Shigure sounds kind of like Sugar ray to me). But it looks like another one of the Sohmas has taken over my favorite subject.
I calmly walked to my arts class, while chatting with my friend along the way. We sat down at the table where we usually sit and took out our arts supplies. We were all expecting for our art teacher Mr. Durham to walk inside the classroom, but instead in came a long silvered hair man, wearing a Chinese red outfit. He walked up to the front of the class and gave us a sunny smile.
"GOOD DAY CLASS!" He said in a loud singsong voice. "My name is Ayame Sohma and since your original arts teacher has quit, I, the wonderful Ayame, shall be replacing him!" He said this whole sentence in a singsong voice.
"Now we will start on a whole new subject. We will learn how to sew clothing!" said Ayame. One student raised her hand.
"Yes?" asked Ayame.
"But is sewing really apart of arts?" asked the student.
"AHAHAHA! Of course it is! In designing fashion one must use art to sketch out the clothing design!" Ayame said in a loud voice. He then gave us some sewing supplies and showed us how to make a simple shirt, except we can put designs on ours. Shigure then came into the classroom.
"I thought I heard a familiar voice in here!" grinned Shigure.
"Oh, 'Gure it's so good to see you again!" Ayame yelled dramatically.
"Aya I'll never leave you!"
"'Gure you're the only one for me!"
"And you're the only person I adore!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I LOVE YOU TOO!"
The two of them met in the middle, smiled deviously and then straightened up and gave each other thumbs up.
"YOSH!" they said together.
Some people in the class looked at them as if they were on something. Others gave them this buggy-eyed face that looked something like this.
"o_O;;;;;"
"Oh, Flower! I didn't know you had this class." Shigure said to me.
"Believe me, I wish I didn't right now." I mumbled quietly.
"Well, it looks like you got quite the skill for sewing." Shigure gestured at my well-sown shirt. The shirt I made was red without sleeves, and it had little rhinestones on it.
"Ah, she'll make an excellent bride." Smiled Shigure.
"Sorry 'Gure, but she belongs to Haru." Ayame said playfully. My eyes almost bulged out of my sockets.
"WHAT?!" I screamed. Not noticing, I accidentally slit my hand with the razor blade I was using to cut the fabric. I didn't realize that, until blood started to appear.
"OH MY!" Ayame slapped his hands to his cheeks. "YOU POOR DEAR! YOU CUT THAT PRETTY LITTLE HAND OF YOURS!"
"I would be glad to fix that up for you." Shigure grinned.
"I rather go to the nurses office." I said sternly.
"All right I'll write you a pass so you can go." Ayame wrote down a pass and gave it to me. My friend also gave me her handkerchief so I could add some pressure to my cut, so it wouldn't bleed so much.
"Now off you go, a pretty girl like you must be treated right away!" Ayame opened the door for me, I thanked him, and then walked out. I swear I heard some of the students laughing.
I arrived at the office and told them I'm here to see the nurse. What I didn't expect that our school nurse is a man. His name was Hatori Sohma and was our new school nurse. He greeted me with a small smile and asked me to sit down. I did so, while he took out a first aid kit.
"Let me see your hand." I held out my injured hand and he took it. I have to admit, he was really cute.
"The gash isn't too deep, but I'm going to have to clean it." While he was opening the kit, and taking out what he needed, he talked to me for a while.
"So, what's your name?" He asked.
"My name? It's [taken out by unknown]." I answered. (a/n Sorry I can't tell you!)
"[taken out by unknown]? That's a nice name. You're in Haru's class, right?" He asked, while he wiped some of the blood off my hand.
"Y-Yeah." I said.
"He said some nice things about you. He says you got a lot of talent." I felt sort of embarrassed.
"He also said you were pretty too." My whole face felt hot and it started to turn red.
"Th-Th-That's stupid! I'm not pretty!" Hatori just slightly nodded in response as if to say 'Sure, whatever you say.'
"This will sting a little bit." He sprayed something on my cut. It hurt, but I didn't show it.
"I guess you've seen his other personality too." He asked again, while wrapping the bandage around my hand. I nodded in agreement.
"He has some strange split personality disorder. Whenever he gets angry he stays in his bad personality for a long time, but over the years he was able to control it." he explained.
"I see." I said knowingly.
"There, you're all done." He packed everything back in the kit.
"It was nice talking to you." I said to him. He only smiled in response. Right before I got out of the nurse's office, a familiar grinning face greeted me.
"Why hello there, flower! Your hand looks a lot better." He then turn to Hatori.
"Why 'Tori it's been awhile since we last seen you smile. Our little flower must have really warmed your heart." He grinned.
"Whatever Shigure." Hatori said blankly, trying to ignore him. I left as quick as I could, so I wouldn't get involved in this.
At lunch time, I got my usual cafeteria lunch, a turkey sandwich with extra veggies, lemon ice tea, baked lays, milk, and I was able to snag the last Boston cream pie. The problem was I didn't have a enough money. Then you will not believe what happened next, Haru came and paid for me! I thought this was incredibly sweet of him and I said I promise to pay him back.
"No need for that." He said in his usual blank self.
"But I really should." I argued, but Haru said it was all right, so decided to went, since I didn't want to get on his bad side, literally. W sat at the same table and some of the girls were looking at our direction. Some of them looked pretty jealous and looked ready to kill me. Haru then notice my hand.
"What happen to your hand?" He asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"Oh, just a small accident." I said casually. Now this made me feel really embarrassed and it sort of freaked me out. Haru took my hand, holding it gently, and kissed it! My face was almost as red as the tomato in my sandwich. My eyes widen from shock, and so did the girls who were watching!
"Take care, all right?" He then left. I couldn't believe it, he kissed my hand. For a while I was in this weird daze until one of my friends came up to me and waved her hand in my face.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"N-Nothing!" I calmly replied, not bothering to tell her what happen a while a go.
A/N Hahahaha! I think I should stop write here. Sorry if the characters seem a little OOC, especially Haru. But I just wanted him to be like that just this one time in this fic. SO who do you want for the new Science teacher? Yuki? Kagura? Kyo? Maybe Momiji! You decide!
