Forceful Tactics: 03
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It was the first week of October, with most of the leaves now colored golden brown, the wind getting colder and colder everyday. CLAMP Gakuen hasn't changed much since our visit last September – the only changes were that the famous pathway had trees crowned with leaves of orange, red and brown.
The late afternoon sun shone upon the campus, with light bouncing off the windows of the large building. It was already the last period of the day, with the students aching to go home and sleep, rest, or do anything not connected with schooling.
Let's focus on the classroom of 3-A, with the class noisily waiting for the math teacher who was also their adviser. Arisugawa Sorata was once again, chasing Kishuu Arashi around the classroom; Yatouji Satsuki taking down notes hurriedly; Nataku staring out the window and daydreaming about a certain History teacher; and Shirou Kamui resting his head tiredly on folded arms. Practically, the class looked like what they were a year before.
"Alright, alright, settle down – all of you." A deep voice interrupted the unnecessary chatter, silencing his group of students. The math teacher entered the classroom, staring at Sorata who was balancing himself on the top of a chair as Arashi silently jumped off a seat. "Especially you, Arisugawa-kun."
"Hai hai!" Sorata said, laughing sheepishly as he leapt off the chair.
As the class settled down and sat quietly on their seats, Sumeragi Subaru leaned on the table and started to flip through his book. "So where were we…?"
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Time passed so slowly for the students, restless as they tried to listen to their teachers. It was the last period of the day, and they had to endure it to be finally released from school's grappling hands.
The wind blew across the said school, whooshing past the buildings as the rest of it sifted through his purplish-ebony hair. He rested his chin on his hand, his other hand tapping his mechanical pencil on his notebook. Sure – Subaru was teaching right now, but there was something that the hazy times of the day made him feel so…sleepy. He tried to listen to his lover instruct his class on how to solve the unrecognizable geometry problem written on the board.
Subaru sighed. "I know that you're all tired and sleepy, class –
The voice of Mizuki Kaho echoed throughout CLAMP Gakuen's extensive P.A. system, alerting the bored students of the high school. They shot their heads up in inquiry and curiosity as she addressed a certain student.
"Calling Shirou Kamui of class 3-A, please report to the vice-principal's office immediately."
Purple eyes widened in surprise as he recognized that his name was being called. He didn't do anything wrong – so why did the vice-principal wanted him in his office?
Subaru dropped his piece of chalk down the ledge and turned to face his class fully, particularly his beloved and delectable angel. He definitely suspected something evil brewed up as his angel silently stood up, nearing him to ask permission to go.
The instructor only nodded, praying to God above that nothing would happen to his purple-eyed lover. As Kamui left the classroom, pairs of eyes continued to follow him until he was finally out of sight.
Whispers started to erupt from the class of 3-A, all students wondering on how a perfectly good student like Shirou Kamui be sent to the vice-principal's office. The teacher himself was curious on what was the exact reason Sakurazuka Seishirou wanted his angel to be in his office.
Subaru tried to calm his class down, tapping his pen on the glass surface of the teacher's table. With the repeated noise he was making, the math instructor finally got hold of his students' attention, making them look at him curiously.
"Alright – I think Shirou-kun did nothing wrong, so settle down and pay attention." Subaru commanded, making the class nod in agreement. "Fifteen minutes more or so, then you'll be free to do whatever to like – so bear with me…"
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The student walked down the first floor hallway, heading towards the said office of the vice principal. He seemed to be deep in thought, curiosity still striking his mind on why the hell the vice principal would want him in his office. As far as Kamui knew, he did nothing wrong to upset anybody – and he was absolutely careful for no one not to notice his relationship with his homeroom teacher.
But Kamui was wrong – he did upset anybody, and that 'anybody' was named Sakurazuka Seishirou. He sat on his tall-backed swiveling office chair, legs crossed and elbows resting on the armrests of his chair, chin placed atop interlaced fingers as he anticipated the 'angel's' arrival. His smirk transformed itself into a thin line as he continued to reminisce about the events this past two weeks.
He had tried everything to make his newly found obsession notice him. He'd been passing through Kamui's corridor more often than necessary; he's been watching his past P.E. classes; he'd been lurking behind shadows to stalk his beloved prey. But alas – all was nothing, for his prey was interested in his rival.
Seishirou sometimes wondered why the hell Kamui doesn't notice him. He's the man clad in black – known throughout the school for his dark-hued wardrobe, especially his trademark black trench coat. The handsome vice principal who was the epitome of mystery in the whole school. Everyone thought they knew so much about him, although all they understand were so little. He was famous around CLAMP Gakuen since it's almost like he's the principal of the High School Department, since Principal Hinoto rarely shows up around campus.
He REALLY wondered why the hell Kamui doesn't notice him. He was Seishirou, goddammit! Sakurazuka Seishirou, the famed vice-principal who was rumored to have relations with his current obsession's lover! Heck – anyone would notice him because of the mysterious aura he brings (with the added fact that he mysteriously litters pink mess around).
Raising his head, he placed a smirk across his lips as he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. Acknowledging that his obsession was finally in front of his door, he spoke up in his deep, baritone voice.
"It's open, Shirou-kun."
Shirou Kamui nervously clutched the doorknob and turned it, ignoring the huge 'SAKURAZUKA SEISHIROU – VICE-PRINCIPAL' that was enameled on the front in readable Kanji. He silently stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him.
"You wanted to see me, Sakurazuka-sensei?"
Seishirou turned around in his swiveling chair, now resting his elbows on the glass-topped table of his. With an unreadable expression, he greeted Kamui with a smirk.
"Take a seat, Shirou-kun." Kamui seated himself on one of the chairs placed before the mahogany table. "I've been thinking lately, Shirou-kun…"
As Seishirou started his little narration of his irritation of Kamui's inability of recognition (whew), his purple eyes were positioned somewhere else. It was a picture – a picture that was oddly stuck on the edge of Seishirou's table. As he continued to study the picture (all he could make out was that somebody was glomping Seishirou), the vice principal peered curiously at him.
"Doushite na no, Shirou-kun?" he asked, making the said student look up at him in surprise.
"Ah…nothing, actually. I just noticed that picture." He motioned his head towards the picture stored on the glass edge of the table.
"That picture of me and Subaru-kun." Seishirou noted, reaching out to the edge and pulling the picture out, placing it in Kamui's hands.
'Subaru-kun…?' Kamui silently thought, amethyst eyes registering that Sumeragi Hokuto was the one glomping the vice-principal, while his own lover had his hand on Seishirou's arms that were locked around his neck. The picture seemed to have been taken a couple of years back, down at the twins' home. Subaru looked so happy back then, smiling at the supposed-to-be Sakurazukamori as his twin sister glomped the said man.
Kamui was still staring at the picture in awe or utter shock that this man in the picture could be the one he loved right now.
"Why are you so surprised, Shirou-kun?" Seishirou asked, amusement in his voice. "You know, you're the only one who has seen that picture of me and my Subaru-kun."
Kamui raised his head, innocent purple eyes looking up at Seishirou's honey-brown orbs. "…Your Subaru-kun? Is he the reason why I'm here, Sakurazuka-san?"
Seishirou took the picture away from Kamui's long fingers, placing it safely on his coat pocket. "Of course not. Subaru-kun's free to be yours, Shirou-kun." He said, standing up from his chair, walking around his table to lean against the front of the said object, with Kamui following him with his gaze.
'You look so sweet and innocent, Shirou-kun. I wonder if my Subaru-kun has done anything to you…yet…' Seishirou inwardly thought, looking down at Kamui. "As I was saying, I've been thinking lately, Shirou-kun. And I've noticed…"
He ran his fingers along Kamui's cheek. "…how pretty you've been. So pretty and innocent you are, Shirou-kun."
Chills ran down Kamui's spine as Seishirou continued his narration. "So sublime – standing out from all the rest. Do you know that, Shirou-kun?" Seishirou asked, lowering his head a little bit so that his glasses involuntarily slipped slightly off the bridge of his nose.
"Sakurazuka-sensei…" Kamui whimpered, wanting to bolt out of the room at that very moment.
"But you're with my Subaru-kun right now, amidst the stupidity of the students of this campus." Seishirou continued. "I'm not saying that they're stupid, it's just that they have failed to notice your relationship with my Subaru-kun. Your friends…I suppose they know?"
Finding no words to say at that very moment, Kamui only nodded as a response.
"Seems that only few people know about your relationship, Shirou-kun. But I'd like you to be with me, Kamui-kun, and not with my Subaru-kun."
The words were like a bomb dropped on Kamui's consciousness – what was he hearing right? Seishirou wanted him, and not Subaru?
"I thought you liked Subaru-san –
Seishirou cut him off, kneeling down to meet the student's widened purple orbs. "I liked him, Kamui-kun. But I like you better – so sweet, so charming, so innocent."
"But I'm with Subaru-san –
"And that entirely is my point, Kamui-kun."
Silence has fallen over the two as Kamui blinked, utterly confused about their situation. What was he to do?
"I'd like you to be mine – without Subaru-kun as an obstacle." Seishirou proclaimed, gently tracing circles on Kamui's cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Sakurazuka-sensei, but I simply cannot oblige to your demands –
Seishirou narrowed his honey-brown eyes, held back by wire-rimmed glasses. "But you will oblige to my demands, Kamui-kun."
Kamui stood up from the chair, making Seishirou stand up as well. "I'm so sorry, Sakurazuka-sensei, but I have to go –
Seishirou smirked. There was no way he won't get what he wanted this time – for he'll make sure he will get what he wants. He simply let Kamui walk to the door before continuing.
"Kamui-kun," he said, making the student stop in mid-stride. "If you don't comply to me, something bad will happen to your beloved Subaru-san."
The student only shook his head in denial. "You could never hurt Subaru-san."
The supposed-to-be Sakurazukamori snorted. "I could hurt Subaru-kun if I wanted to, Kamui-kun. I'll hurt him just to get you. Surely you don't want anything bad to happen to him, right?"
Seeing that he was serious, the seventeen-year-old teen turned around to meet Seishirou's knowing smirk. "Leave Subaru-san out of this."
"Why should I? If involving your beloved Subaru-san in my ways just to get you, my dear Kamui-kun, then I will involve him as far as he can get." Seishirou murmured, once again pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"If you want me, then why should you involve someone else?" Kamui asked, purple eyes locked onto honey-brown ones.
"I will involve someone else if they need to be. If they are needed for my plans they would be involved, and no one's going to stop me, Kamui-kun." Seishirou remarked, standing up to his full height and starting to near the seventeen-year-old.
"You're not serious."
"Of course I'm serious, Kamui-kun." Seishirou said, smiling as he continued to near his newly found obsession. "I'm as serious as serious can be."
"But how…"
"Surely you don't want anything bad to happen to Subaru-kun, right?"
Kamui silently clenched his fist. 'He's serious…he's going to hurt Subaru-san if I don't obey him…' He nodded silently, tears starting to well up in his amethyst orbs.
Taking his chin in between his fingers, the Sakurazuka raised his head slightly. "Then break up with him in one week. Be with me. And if you don't…"
Kamui whimpered, hands going limp as tears continued to brim his eyes.
"Something's going to happen. Alright, Kamui-kun?"
He only nodded in response, closing his eyes tightly as he let his tears run down his flushed cheeks.
Seishirou smirked. "Good." And in one sudden movement, he bowed his head and claimed Kamui's lips, with his thumb gently brushing away tears. After licking his lips in triumph, Seishirou let go of Kamui's chin, letting his head hang low in disappointment.
"Don't forget – in one week, you should be with me."
Author's notes: I hope you guys liked the chapter! ^^ Please, R&R! I guess this will be more serious than Triangular! ^^ Please, R&R! R&RR&RR&R!!!!!!!!
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