Anyways, about the 5 reviews thing, I was just checking if anyone was interested in the fic. If there wasn't even a few who were interested, then I wouldn't even bother to continue because there would be no use if this fic would just be picking up dust with cobwebs somewhere in the site. But thanks for the reviews it really means a lot to me. Especially since this is my first written fic. ^-^ I ain't used to writing fics so forgive me if I ain't good at making em… Sry also if this is so short… it's just I need to do other matters, I also got writer's block… but I am true to my word, so here's the next one..

I don't own GTO and it's characters. I am just a fan…

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Fuyutski's having a problem with the fact that her student is in such a vulnerable state. Especially when Kikuchi is with a teacher who's been fantasizing on him for the whole time he was in the house. Fuyutski was a bit unsure with her decision, what is she doing… She should have contacted at least someone to take Kikuchi safely home rather than just keep him here. She was tempted for that moment and she left it at that. She looked around the attic to find any kind of men's clothing that Kikuchi could wear. She found a box full of her dad's clothes. "Hmn.. this will do for now…" she said. Afterwards, she took out a towel from the closet and a large bowl, filled the bowl with water and walked to where Kikuchi was laid. Took the towel and soaked it in the bowl of water then squeezed it. First, she cleansed his face, there had been no reaction on his part. Then she started onto the neck, then took initiative to unbutton his shirt, but not completely. Then she started to go into his shirt… rubbing his chest with the damp towel. He started to groan, suddenly and unexpectedly clasped tightly on Fuyutski's arm. Fuyutski was startled, and she was pretty nervous for the fact that he seemed to be waking from his "somewhat" sleep. If that wasn't striking enough for her, he uttered her name, continued groaning and moved about a bit. Fuyutski's eyes widened. After that, there were some moments of silence. She breathed out some sign of relief, looking down on the floor, reassuring herself that he was still asleep. But clearly he wasn't, he opened his eyes. Turned his gaze from the ceiling to Fuyutski's face. Somehow Fuyutski felt his wakened presence and decided that it was best if she just stayed still and just wait for him to say something. Kikuchi's head was hurting. He could see double vision images of Ms. Fuyutski. He was in somewhat a weak state for some odd reason. He was wobbly and he just fell into Fuyutski's body. It looked like he was hugging her in some way. There was the sound of the front door opening… and who were there? Onizuka and the gang.. they pretty much got the wrong idea… especially Urumi…