Title : Long Lost Drifter
Author : Lain in the Wired
Chapter One : Points of Authority
Gym Class. Another phrase for Hell on Earth. Don't get me wrong, I love physical education. But not when we have a sexist faggot teaching us. He hates all girls except the ones who go all-out on the being a slut. Oh yes, Miroki-sensei, I saw the looks you just gave them.
"Kinomoto!" I heard at the same time as a loud whistle. Miroki-sensei was walking towards me. All 350 pounds of him. It was disgusting.
"Yes, Miroki-sensei?" I said in the sweetest voice I could muster. Well, as sweet as you could get when there's a big fat man staring down at you. But my voice could get pretty sweet. I wasn't the head cheerleader for nothing.
"My boys aren't going to play the game to their full potential if you're out there with your squad doing unenthusiastic cheers!" he said forcefully as spit came flying from his mouth. I tried not to grimace.
"Gomen, sensei. Why don't you get them to work harder then?" I asked innocently and bowed. He stuck his pudgy neck up into the air and marched back to his side of the gym watching the soccer team practice.
"Alright girls! From the top. Let's do something to make those boys play to their full potential, hm?" I said as I winked. The rest of the squad, sharing my dislike of Miroki-sensei, all got smirks on their faces. I smiled and hit the play button on our boom-box.
Extremely sexual music started pumping loudly through the little speakers. The whole squad moved around sensually and I noticed the soccer players slowly, one by one, start focusing their attention solely on us. Miroki-sensei started to notice.
"Kinomoto! What the hell do you think you're doing!" he yelled angrily as we continued dancing around. Then the gym door opened. To me, the music seemed to stop totally and my muscles refused to work. My eyes were trained on the only moving figure on the boy's side of the gym other than the fuming Miroki-sensei.
His chocolate brown hair was dipped messily over a clipboard as he walked towards us. Miroki-sensei smirked as he saw my expression as I watched the man approach.
"Kinomoto, I'd like you to meet Li. He's our new assistant soccer coach and the new math teacher. Li, this is the head cheerleader and the girl with the biggest problem with authority in the whole school," Miroki-sensei introduced us with his smirk growing slowly.
Mr. Chocolate-hair didn't utter a word. His hand shot out towards me quickly and he shook my own.
"Nice to meet you, Li-sensei, but I must get back to my girls," I said motioning to the squad. He nodded but still didn't say a word. I knew he was young, but maybe he was just shy. I would change that.
"Sakura! Who was that?" my friend Rika said as she watched his retreating back walking away with Miroki-sensei. I knew who she was talking about but she already had someone. Another teacher.
"He's a new teacher and the assistant coach for the soccer team," I answered. I heard a few of the girls giggle but I ignored them. The younger girls were all boy-crazy. "Come on girls! We need to get this routine learned like the back of our hands. Or at least like it's written on the back of our hands," I said as I winked at one of the younger girls. She had a tendency to write parts of the routine on the back of her hand if she forgot it.
The rest of the class period went by quickly. Without Miroki-sensei bothering us, the cheerleaders could actually get a lot done.
I smiled at each girl as they filed back into the locker room. Even though this class had passed quickly we still had four more periods that day. At least we had our classes every other day. All the more time to put off doing our homework.!
I smiled to myself as I followed the last girl into the locker room. I went to my locker and started thinking of a song. Pretty soon it was playing in my head so loudly that I ignored everything else around me. My locker was in the back corner, so I walked to it and started changing into my regular school clothes. The school finally decided that keeping us in school uniforms all the time was a hindrance to our individualistic style. Actually, we have the art history kids to thank for that creative insight.
I pulled my identification badge over my head and positioned it neatly on my dark green t-shirt. I pulled my long auburn colored hair into a messy ponytail and closed my locker with a loud bang. I was now fully entranced with the song playing in my head as I danced out the door. I was the last one out so I didn't expect to run into anybody. But that's exactly what I did.
Run into someone, I mean.
"Oh! I'm so sorry," I apologized in a panic as I opened my eyes. I was looking up into two amber pools and I realized instantly who it was.
"Gomen, Li-sensei. I wasn't looking where I was going," I explained quickly. His expression didn't change but he removed his hand from my arm where he had grabbed it to keep me from falling. "Um, Li-sensei, are you really shy?"
He looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face. I was waiting expectantly and I knew my face showed it. But I didn't care. I really wanted to know why he was so quiet.
"No, Miss Kinomoto," he responded. Then he continued walking again. I stared after him. What a cocky bastard!
I turned on my heel and walked up the stairs to my locker. I spun the combination and the door swung open. My hand reached in and pulled out the books I needed before I kicked it closed loudly. So much for my girly etiquette.
I stalked down the hallways and into my Japanese class. I sat in my seat just as the bell rang overhead and the teacher started her lesson.
My mind was elsewhere. What an arrogant asshole that teacher turned out to be. That teacher: Li-sensei. I couldn't wait until I had his class. I rolled my eyes to myself and looked down at my paper.
I stared at my paper in horror. Had some demon possessed my body? Was I going insane? I tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for the hearts all over my notes. Why had I written Sakura Li?
What the hell is wrong with me?
