The Summoner

By Tione

Disclaimer: One can only wish.

Prolouge: Hiei – 1, Botan – 0!

          "Hiei, help me!" Mr. Minamino* cried. The evil Mr. Kuwabara had him in a death grip, knuckles white. One could see the moon-shaped abrasions on the man's milky white skin.

          With dazzling speed, Hiei rushed forward. A swing of his sword disposed of Mr. Kuwabara, whom crumpled and made an obtrusive heap on the ground.

          He, being the evil teacher, was going to be nailed with kidnapping. That in itself was plenty for the normally quiet student to celebrate. But Mr. Minamino was also draped over Hiei, murmuring thanks in his ear.

          Then he realized just how close he was to his teacher. Just two more inches and he could close the gap between their lips…

          "Mister Jaganshi!" a voice called insistently.

          "Hush baby, now isn't the time to talk," he whispered huskily into the ever so inviting ear… Temptation proved to be too much for he leaned in, angling his head just so and caught his teachers smooth flowers that were lips.

          And then he woke up.

          Mr. Minamino quickly pulled away; blush as brilliant as his hair, which was saying something. The flush stretched from his cheekbones all the way up to his hairline.

          "Erm… sorry," Hiei mumbled quickly, face studying the desk in front of him intently. There were various phrases such as "I luv u!", "j.p. & s.k. 4evah", and "fuck off!" They were scarred desks, basic high school ones.

          The instructor was… flustered, to say the least.

          His prim, proper voice was soon regained. "Mister Jaganshi, see me after school! Class," he faltered for a moment, "… go take a break."

          To the other students, this was a perfectly great idea. They promptly cheered and rushed off, as if the fires of hell were on their very feet. Despite his extreme humiliation at falling asleep in class (and kissing his teacher), he was the last one out, his pace more of a trudge than anything.

Mukuro was waiting fir him outside the classroom.

"Score: Hiei – 1, Botan – 0!" It was common knowledge that the popular, cheerful, and generally nice and well-liked Botan had a crush on Mr. Minamino. What wasn't as obvious was that Hiei did too.

"No. I fucked up really, really bad." He then proceeded to dent the nearest locker. He really hoped the hideous yellow one was Botan's.

Mukuro could not be deterred. "You fucked up." At his vigorous nod, she continued, "So? At least you got to kiss him! That's better than that… prep has done."

He told her briefly about his dream but before she could make any comments concerning it (thank God), they were called back into class.

~*~

Shuuichi was sitting at his desk, wading through various grammar assignments. The students couldn't seem to grasp that a prepositional phrase was a void of sorts and they wouldn't find the subject or verb in it. He would have to try teaching it a different way. He'd found a book that looked promising, maybe he'd buy it and see how they taught…

Someone cleared their throat and he looked up to see Principal Toguro standing in the doorway. Without invitation, he sat in a chair across from the other teacher's desk. "I heard what happened in your junior English class."

"Ah, yes. That-" Mr. Minamino started. However, he did not have a chance to finish when Toguro deemed what he had to say more important.

"It does not matter if it was accidental," he cut in. "Many parents are going to be… unsettled. As you know, this is a very prestigious school with a good reputation. We do not want to ruin it. Therefore, I am taking extra precautions. Starting next week, the first of the month, you will be getting an aid." He paused for effect. "Not only to be helping you check papers," he gestured to the large stack of ungraded assignments.

"He will also be watching you." Mr. Toguro swept out, leaving Shuuichi spluttering in indignation.

He allowed his head to thump on the desk. The homework fluttered to the floor and scattered all about but he didn't care. He was just so tired. "Why do I teach again?" he asked himself.

After a minute, someone told him matter-of-factly, "Because you can and you're good at it."

He lifted his head with a great amount of effort, ignoring the pounding behind his temples, to see Hiei offering him the papers.

"Thank you," he answered sincerely.

* - Yes, Mr.  I refuse to litter this thing with fangirl Japanese. It's all English or all Japanese for me.

Well, I couldn't help it. I had to start another one to fill the void that RD left. ^_^;; I don't think this one will be updated very often and I don't expect it to be very long. Maybe two or three more chapters before the conclusion. Also, I couldn't help but to portray Botan as the bad guy here. It needed one and she was perfect. In real life, I like Botan.