Chapter 10: The Man With the Uber Large Eyebrows
Tis time to meet yet another class with another quirky teacher. And boy does this one have his quirks.
"Welcome to art class with your better-than-Kakashi teacher...ME!"
Gai Maito strolled through the door to the art room to meet a very confused class of sixteen year olds. He honestly didn't understand why they were confused, despite the fact that it was so obvious my nephew could figure it out.
Chisame, who was sitting at the back of the room, raised her hand very slowly and asked, "Why are the walls pink?"
Gai was rather offended by Chisame's question and replied with a question of his own, "Is there something wrong with the color pink?"
"Well, no but--"
"Is there something wrong with my liking the color pink?"
"No, but I was--"
"That's what I thought," Maito said, ending the conversation.
Chisame just sat there, dumbstruck.
As Maito introduced himself and explained different projects and whatnot, a certain boy with weird green hair had a hard time getting used to the feminine environment. So much pink and flowers in one place was a rare sight for the pianist/mobile suit pilot.
This one, Nicol, took his turn to raise his hand slowly ask a question.
"Yes?" Maito asked.
"Um, I don't mean to be rude, but why do you keep flowers in the room?"
A small tear started to well up in Maito's left eye. The shine in his eyes became very large and trembled. That small tear became a very large tear and slid down his cheek. Dramatic soap opera music could be heard as this event took place. Maito tried to hold back that scream that was building up in his throat, but his efforts were in vain.
"WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?" Maito sobbed.
The class tilted their head to the side in unison as Maito cried, and cried, and cried, and cried...and cried. And then they turned to glare at Nicol and Chisame.
"What?" Nicol inquired. "What did I do?"
Chisame looked over at Nicol, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I still haven't gotten past the thing about the walls in here. This is way too feminine, even for my taste."
The class didn't lift their glare.
"I didn't do anything!" The pianist was just as distressed as Maito.
"..." Chisame was silent.
After a minute, the students turned back to the front of the room and watched the touchy teacher bawling his eyes out. It was worse than chibi crying. Many were sweat dropping, Nicol and Chisame fell backwards off their chairs. They would've yelped loud in pain for landing on a hard tile floor, if the floor was tile. They found their butts cushioned by a pink shag carpet... The thought that occupied any of the student's minds was "What the hell?".
"Son of a..." Chisame brushed her hand against the thick, soft carpet. "Well, I'll be damned." She picked at a string of the shag. "Why did I not notice this carpeting?" She blinked a few times and turned her head to Nicol. "Please tell me you didn't notice this until now either."
Nicol didn't say anything. His eyes were as wide as tennis balls. He was shaking in fear. This was just really weird and intimidating, more than a battle against the best mobile suit pilot in the universe that dwarfed his skills.
"Uh, Nicol?" Chisame waved her hand in front of Nicol's face to get his attention. "You did hear me, right?"
Nicol paid no attention to Chisame. His eyes were fixed on Maito.
Chisame groaned and slapped Nicol clean across the face. "Snap out of it!"
"H-h-he challenges my femininity..." Nicol looked like he was about to cry. "I didn't think anyone could challenge my femininity..."
"Look, I didn't think anyone could rival Flay's bitchiness until I met Asuka Langely Soriyu. Get over it."
Chisame's words did nothing to console Nicol. Because he had broken into tears as well.
"That's it. I'm outta here," Chimes said as she lifted herself off of the shag-rugged floor and strolled right past Maito, exiting the room. The rest of the room still had "wtf" on their lips whilst the two girly-men bawled their eyes out.
Me: Yes, I updated, but I feel this chapter is rather meh-ish. Maito isn't exactly a character I'm that familiar with, but from what I've heard about him I felt he was good for the position of art teacher. Anyone who knows a really good deal on Naruto please tell if my portrayal in this parody could've been better.
Hikaru: Yup, she needs all da help she can get. Meaning youse people might wanna review. An aspiring writer always wants comments on her work, ya know. An an aspiring writer always wants to improve.
Me: Oh, and sorry for the bad hiatus. Been sufffering severe writer's block.
