Chapter 2-Tsukiko's POV

MysticSorcerer: Thank you mystic sensei! -Nods and bows- I thank you for your help in being my editor in this chapter. I swear you won't end up like Mit-chan.

Emarista the torturer: I hope this fanfic may help you fulfill some needs.

The next day was my last chance...the last I had to tell Uo my truth, hopefully then I'd have more time. Over the past few hours I had attempted to keep my mind off from the strong focus of her...telling her, of having the chance to speak the words lingering in my throat. It wasn't helping that most of the males were eyeing me, as usual. I couldn't stand being ogled at by men, well…unless I was helping the man of course. These men were of course, looking at me as soon as I drifted in, in addition three dates were already proposed. I usually would never lose my cool, and if, by chance, I did…there would be a sharp drop of adrenaline afterwards. This wasn't my strong point; that was why I was part of the gang. From those experiences, I had learned to control myself to a further extent, and make that adrenaline do more damage. None of the gang members taught me these lessons; I slowly learned them.

"Uotani-san, would I be able to talk to you?" I had finally released those words, and in her face stood confusion. Perchance would she be thinking she had caused a failure? I couldn't tell, I just simply pointed to the desk closest to mine. She sat, setting her bag down on the ground hastily; my guess was she held a desire to leave.

"What is it Yasu-san? Is this about the essay?"

"I did want to talk to you about something..." I paused flicking some papers absent-mindedly before proceeding, "but it isn't about any homework." I noticed her look, a little deeper than before; she was probably contemplating over something personal. I simply slid my body closer to her.

"Then what is it Yasu-san?"

"It's been a long time…since we've last met."

"Yasu-san, you sure you aren't mistaking me for someone else?"

"Of course not Uotani-san." I inhaled a much-needed breath, rested my thin arms on the desk and finally released the next question "Do you remember…what the red butterfly told you?"

"Umm…you mean Kyoko-san?"

"Yes."

"So…uhh…what is it that you're getting at?"

"I'm…" I saw a look of recognition finally go across her face; she smiled a bit. She proceeded in standing up, her eyes widening to be careful in reaction. I felt herself scan my face several times just for reassurance, it was as if I was being studied in a laboratory. This wasn't the Yankee I remembered; was she afraid I would be more defensive?

"Senpai…it's really you?"

"Unless I am more of a thug than I know of."

"Why didn't you tell me before? I would have…"

"Don't worry Uotani-san, I just wanted to tell you. I'll work out a time where we can further discuss this...later, your friends are waiting for you outside." I drew a finger to the glassy window. I didn't know why I had said that but I had expected them to wait for her. I paused taking in a few details about the shocking truth I had delivered to this girl but simply returned to my desk. She appeared fully regretful to leave; it was as if I'd disappear and turn it into nothing but a passing dream. I glanced at the papers they had handed in for homework, the writing going from readable, a formal approach created by the prince, to impossible, a scrawled rambling from the President of the fan club. 'Maybe I should ask the students to write neater?' I reflected, with a firm look at the less readable. Well, for now I was alone, of course that would only last until I heard the expected steps towards my classroom. If there was something I had learned from myself it was that many male teachers were hentai's. I would not allow myself to be ogled again.

"Tsukiko? I was wondering if you were busy."

"Not at all, sit and entertain me, as long as it's not distracting."

"I was wondering…do you enjoy teaching here?" This man had that look already; of course he was a hentai. I simply kept a sharp smile and my protective death glare on him; it wasn't funny. His kind...never really was that funny.

"Of course, this school has its share of pros and cons. The pros of course counteract the cons greatly." I continued to pretend to grade papers, keeping my pen in mid air, as if to look for an answer on my answer key. Surely, a professor like him would buy an act of that nature.

"Well, I would like to see your abilities outside of the classroom." His eyes glinted then; great…this guy really was going to get it if he was hitting on me. I rose to my feet, quickly putting my papers together. "Umm…have I offended you in anyway? Tsukiko?"

"No, I'll be late for a meeting I have scheduled with my doctor if I don't get home soon." I knew being a teacher, he could call me by my first name, but this was ridiculous and even painful. It felt as if the males were trying to show themselves as the dominant sex. These men weren't much different' than the other schools. The whole reason I had moved after the incident with Uotani, was that I had been having trouble keeping up with my parents. They didn't value money and so pathetically wasted it. I hated them greatly for this thought, and I couldn't stand it. I had my share of the worlds problems...more in fact, and it was time for me to go off on my own. I resided alongside a female friend, gaining college degrees, of course teaching credentials and moving into that world. I nodded to myself as I proceeded to walk home; this time it was a haven. The answering machine beeped; I had a message, teacher or student I didn't know but I hated the feeling of it being a greasy hentai.

Senpai, I was able to get your number from the student council...friend connections. I really want to hang out with you this weekend; maybe my friends could meet you as well...if that would be possible? I really want to talk to you again; I've missed you a lot. You've done so much for my future too. Please, think about it? I'll be at the park at 4 on Saturday; I want you to be there so I hope you will. Please try and come, I've missed you so much.

The message had been about ten minutes ago, I didn't know if I'd do it or not, meet her again...meet the Uotani I didn't know. Even though I had revealed myself it had taken a lot of courage. Well, I did owe it to her; I could at least try to know her better, in her new self.

TBC….