Reckless Intentions
Chapter III
A/N: Ehehe.yay! Chap 3 is now live! Thanks to those who reviewed! Umm.anyone who wonders about why there is an anti-maki squad? Ok. We'll tell.but first read chapter three. Gomen, sorry for the long update.I had a hard time recalling some things to finish this chapter. very sorry about it.^_^;;
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-History Class-
Sara grumpily walked down the corridor to her next class. She detested it, even though she had not met her new professor. Her main reason is.yep, you guessed it right. It was no other than Shinichi Maki.
"Ohayo," Maki greeted as Sara slumped morosely against her chair. To her dismay, Maki chose a chair to her left. Sara couldn't choose another seat as their teacher did arrive.
Sara scowled. K'so. why, WHY did he have to choose that seat next to MINE?!
The balding history professor went in front and was kind enough to give a monologue on the French Revolution. This made Sara annoyed; her favorite class was sort of less fun unlike in her previous year.
Due to her much frustration of having Maki as a seatmate and the professor's crappy teaching, Sara didn't notice that her two friends Zashi and Schuie were just next to her.
"Psst, Sara! Oi! Seating next to Maki, huh?" Schuie said with a wide grin on her face.
"Shut up. And would you please stop smirking? It makes me think you're up to something again." Sara retorted.
"Hehe.If I know you're very excited in seating next to Maki." Zashi added on.
"As if." Sara hissed (somehow was quite loud enough.)
"Miss Yamamura, would you give us a briefing on why the people revolted in France?" the professor's dry, scratchy tone posed the question to the girl next to Maki-and that was Sara.
"Geezers.why on earth does the professors always call on me?" she murmured to herself.
"Pardon me?" the professor inquired, upon hearing Sara's mumbling.
"Uh? Go-gomen, sensei.you were asking about the French Revolution?" Sara nervously asked.
"Yes."
"Okay. Uh. the French revolution arose because of the people's discontent. The monarchy was the main reason to this. The taxes imposed oppressed the peasants and poor citizens of the country."
"And can you tell me who, in particular, is that king?" the professor asked, quite unsatisfied by Sara's answer.
"Anou. this king was King Louis XVI, sir. he was kind of cowardly, actually."
"Very good," the teacher remarked, glad that one of his students, at the least, paid attention. He knew he wasn't going to have a hard time with a new student like her.
Just a little later, he saw Maki with a determined look on his face. The boy was quite eager to answer. [A/n: I can't imagine Maki very eager.]
"Yes? Anything to add?"
"About what Sara was saying.isn't it that King Louis XVI was a man of good intentions?"
"That would be quite a yes. But somehow, it wasn't like that."
"Well obviously, someone did have a bad influence on the king." Sara said aloud on her seat, a piercing glare shot at her seatmate. "Have you forgotten Marie Antoinette?"
"Of course not." Maki replied a bit scathingly, quite forgetting that he was standing in front of their professor.
"Come on. If he was good, then he should have gone with what he believed in. It should have spared the king's life."
"Well, what can you give in defense of your answer, Mr. Maki?" The professor was now amused at how the new student debated at one of his best students. After Maki failed to give a response, he immediately realized how much she could make others think.
That's it. If he, a professor, cannot make his students think, then why not let a student challenge the others?
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Schuie grinned and thought of sending Sara a note. Tearing a part of her notebook full of notes and doodles, she began scribbling a short note full of teases.
Grabbing the chance after the old professor turned his back to write on the blackboard, she crumpled the piece of paper in her fists and threw it directly at Sara's head.
"Shit!" Sara mouthed, rubbing the sore spot. She knew that this was another of those annoying notes from her annoying friends. She sighed.
Maki noticed the girl's commotion and turned to find Sara scribbling madly at a seemingly battered paper.
"You ok? Hey, what is that?" a sudden interest came into Maki, making him grab for the crumpled note.
"Hey! It's not yours, man!" The girl squealed in panic while attempting to take the note back.
Damn him.
Maki ran his eyes at the neatly written note and raised an eyebrow. What the heck?!
Ei, Sara, having a lover's quarrel?
Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!!!
He smiled again.well; people did make assumptions that were very wrong about him. First is Sara's friends misconception that they were lovers.how could they even think about it?
"It's all your stupid fault Maki. Stop tagging me around," Sara's voice came in a low hiss. Maki noted it and replied, "Yeah. And why in the world would I 'stalk' you?!"
"Stupid, you already are," Sara replied.
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Am not!"
"Are to and because we were once." Sara trailed off at her last comment.
"We were what?" Maki asked.
"Nothing, alright? Now shut the hell up! And get out of my life," Sara said, shifting to face away from her so-called enemy.
Maki frowned. No logical reason came into his mind, but he hated the look she had when she turned away.
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[a peep into sara's delusional mind.]
Lights were focused in the center of the room where two students stood inside what looked like a boxing ring glaring at each other.
"Mic test.mic test." *tap* *tap* *tap* then a loud screech was heard from the microphone.
"Ehem.good morning ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Welcome to this exciting fight! I am Sendoh Yuki and this is Hotsuma Washu and we will be your Ms. Emcee for another of those long-awaited bouts!" A loud cheer erupted from the audience, with occasional cat-calling and anxious squeals.
Yuki smiled. "We are here to view an exciting match between the two most competent players of the year!"
"For the red corner.our very own jock, classified under homo erectus." Washu announced.
"You." Maki interrupted.
Supporters of Maki threw angry protests and flying shoes and popcorn started raining round the ring.
"Right. Let us give a round of applause for Maki Shinichi!" Yuki said.
"Maki-sama!!!"
"I love you Maki!!!"
"Maki-iiiiiii!!!"
"And on the blue corner." the irritated commentator screamed over a wave of high-pitched voices, "with a deliciously - err.biggie stats of 38-24-34.we introduce to you. Yamamura Sara!"
"Holy crap. Do you have to do that?!"
"No can do," Yuki grinned. Sara fumed.
Both of them stood at the center; a loud bell signals the start of the match. Without delay, she grasped Maki's neck.
"Die! DIE!!!" She laughs maniacally and choked Maki more and more.
"Urgh."
"MS. YAMAMURA!!!" The old professor screeched unpleasantly. Apparently, Sara had gotten so bored that she fell asleep and was dreaming of strangling Maki.who turned out to be no other than the history teacher.
*Blink, blink*
"Gomen, gomen sensei!" The black-haired girl just realized what she was doing and immediately released her choking hands.
"YAMAMURA! STAND OUTSIDE OF THE ROOM FOR STRANGLING YOUR HISTORY PROFESSOR!"
Everyone in class stared between their professor and Sara with either a surprised or an amused look. It was the first time their teacher exploded after being insulted.
Sara looked down and then looked angrily at her seatmate; "It's all your fault, baka."
Maki immediately backed, "M-me?! I'm just here."
"It's. Your. Fault."
"Yamamura, out," the professor pointed harshly at the door.
"I've got nothing to do with your fault. You slept, idiot!"
"Grr.why you?!"
"Mr. Maki AND Ms. Yamamura, kindly step out of this classroom and settle your.your.fight!"
"But sir- "
"NOW! And you SHALL go to the dean after this period!"
Sara, together with a none-too-happy Maki, stepped out of the said classroom. Both were grumbling silently while blaming each other.
Once outside, silence ensued as Maki and Sara started a staring game but once in awhile averted their gazes into a small hole to peep inside the class.
The bell soon rang as students rushed out of their classrooms for a break.
"Oh, Sara." One of her classmates [who was an avid fan of Maki] whined jealously.
Walking away to avoid their other classmates, Sara with Maki trailing behind went to the dean as their professor has ordered.
"Damn you, Maki. Damn you to hell!"
"Don't blame me. Blame yourself, idiot."
"Arggh."
The door to the dean opened just before they touched the knob.
"Mr. Maki and Ms. Yamamura, you're just in time," the man said who appeared to be their principal.
Closing their mouths immediately, they entered the neatly arranged principal's office.
"Please do seat, both of you."
They complied.
"Your history teacher already told me what had happened. Due to your. well. behaviors, I would like you to have detention tomorrow after class," said the principal straightforwardly.
"NANI?!" Sara exclaimed.
"But." Maki tried to argue.
"Ms. Yamamura, you did strangle your professor, didn't you?" the principal asked.
Slowly, Sara nodded in reply.
"And you did fall asleep in class?"
Another nod.
"Then what are you complaining about?"
Sara just watched in silence, not daring to utter another word against the principal.
"Now Mr. Maki, you and Ms. Yamamura were arguing, right?"
This time it was Maki's turn to nod.
"In front of your professor?"
Another nod.
"That is a sign of disrespect, in case you have no idea. Any more questions?"
The two shook their heads.
"Good. You are to stay in detention room no. 3 for four hours.both of you, together! You are to settle your fight!"
Sara and Maki gaped open-mouthed at the principal.
"The deal is settled. no more arguments. That's final. Dismissed."
They left the principal's office, grumbling incoherently as usual, hating each other more as each second ticked by.
Tomorrow would surely be one hell of a day.
~t.b.C.
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A/N: Woohoo! ::props up feet:: All we have to do now is to watch Sara and Maki enjoy a whole room given to them and them alone!
Hey! No fair! I DID NOT agree to this!!!
::glare:: Neither did I.
::insert sadistic grin here::
Chapter III
A/N: Ehehe.yay! Chap 3 is now live! Thanks to those who reviewed! Umm.anyone who wonders about why there is an anti-maki squad? Ok. We'll tell.but first read chapter three. Gomen, sorry for the long update.I had a hard time recalling some things to finish this chapter. very sorry about it.^_^;;
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-History Class-
Sara grumpily walked down the corridor to her next class. She detested it, even though she had not met her new professor. Her main reason is.yep, you guessed it right. It was no other than Shinichi Maki.
"Ohayo," Maki greeted as Sara slumped morosely against her chair. To her dismay, Maki chose a chair to her left. Sara couldn't choose another seat as their teacher did arrive.
Sara scowled. K'so. why, WHY did he have to choose that seat next to MINE?!
The balding history professor went in front and was kind enough to give a monologue on the French Revolution. This made Sara annoyed; her favorite class was sort of less fun unlike in her previous year.
Due to her much frustration of having Maki as a seatmate and the professor's crappy teaching, Sara didn't notice that her two friends Zashi and Schuie were just next to her.
"Psst, Sara! Oi! Seating next to Maki, huh?" Schuie said with a wide grin on her face.
"Shut up. And would you please stop smirking? It makes me think you're up to something again." Sara retorted.
"Hehe.If I know you're very excited in seating next to Maki." Zashi added on.
"As if." Sara hissed (somehow was quite loud enough.)
"Miss Yamamura, would you give us a briefing on why the people revolted in France?" the professor's dry, scratchy tone posed the question to the girl next to Maki-and that was Sara.
"Geezers.why on earth does the professors always call on me?" she murmured to herself.
"Pardon me?" the professor inquired, upon hearing Sara's mumbling.
"Uh? Go-gomen, sensei.you were asking about the French Revolution?" Sara nervously asked.
"Yes."
"Okay. Uh. the French revolution arose because of the people's discontent. The monarchy was the main reason to this. The taxes imposed oppressed the peasants and poor citizens of the country."
"And can you tell me who, in particular, is that king?" the professor asked, quite unsatisfied by Sara's answer.
"Anou. this king was King Louis XVI, sir. he was kind of cowardly, actually."
"Very good," the teacher remarked, glad that one of his students, at the least, paid attention. He knew he wasn't going to have a hard time with a new student like her.
Just a little later, he saw Maki with a determined look on his face. The boy was quite eager to answer. [A/n: I can't imagine Maki very eager.]
"Yes? Anything to add?"
"About what Sara was saying.isn't it that King Louis XVI was a man of good intentions?"
"That would be quite a yes. But somehow, it wasn't like that."
"Well obviously, someone did have a bad influence on the king." Sara said aloud on her seat, a piercing glare shot at her seatmate. "Have you forgotten Marie Antoinette?"
"Of course not." Maki replied a bit scathingly, quite forgetting that he was standing in front of their professor.
"Come on. If he was good, then he should have gone with what he believed in. It should have spared the king's life."
"Well, what can you give in defense of your answer, Mr. Maki?" The professor was now amused at how the new student debated at one of his best students. After Maki failed to give a response, he immediately realized how much she could make others think.
That's it. If he, a professor, cannot make his students think, then why not let a student challenge the others?
~
Schuie grinned and thought of sending Sara a note. Tearing a part of her notebook full of notes and doodles, she began scribbling a short note full of teases.
Grabbing the chance after the old professor turned his back to write on the blackboard, she crumpled the piece of paper in her fists and threw it directly at Sara's head.
"Shit!" Sara mouthed, rubbing the sore spot. She knew that this was another of those annoying notes from her annoying friends. She sighed.
Maki noticed the girl's commotion and turned to find Sara scribbling madly at a seemingly battered paper.
"You ok? Hey, what is that?" a sudden interest came into Maki, making him grab for the crumpled note.
"Hey! It's not yours, man!" The girl squealed in panic while attempting to take the note back.
Damn him.
Maki ran his eyes at the neatly written note and raised an eyebrow. What the heck?!
Ei, Sara, having a lover's quarrel?
Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!!!
He smiled again.well; people did make assumptions that were very wrong about him. First is Sara's friends misconception that they were lovers.how could they even think about it?
"It's all your stupid fault Maki. Stop tagging me around," Sara's voice came in a low hiss. Maki noted it and replied, "Yeah. And why in the world would I 'stalk' you?!"
"Stupid, you already are," Sara replied.
"Am not!"
"Are to!"
"Am not!"
"Are to and because we were once." Sara trailed off at her last comment.
"We were what?" Maki asked.
"Nothing, alright? Now shut the hell up! And get out of my life," Sara said, shifting to face away from her so-called enemy.
Maki frowned. No logical reason came into his mind, but he hated the look she had when she turned away.
~
[a peep into sara's delusional mind.]
Lights were focused in the center of the room where two students stood inside what looked like a boxing ring glaring at each other.
"Mic test.mic test." *tap* *tap* *tap* then a loud screech was heard from the microphone.
"Ehem.good morning ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Welcome to this exciting fight! I am Sendoh Yuki and this is Hotsuma Washu and we will be your Ms. Emcee for another of those long-awaited bouts!" A loud cheer erupted from the audience, with occasional cat-calling and anxious squeals.
Yuki smiled. "We are here to view an exciting match between the two most competent players of the year!"
"For the red corner.our very own jock, classified under homo erectus." Washu announced.
"You." Maki interrupted.
Supporters of Maki threw angry protests and flying shoes and popcorn started raining round the ring.
"Right. Let us give a round of applause for Maki Shinichi!" Yuki said.
"Maki-sama!!!"
"I love you Maki!!!"
"Maki-iiiiiii!!!"
"And on the blue corner." the irritated commentator screamed over a wave of high-pitched voices, "with a deliciously - err.biggie stats of 38-24-34.we introduce to you. Yamamura Sara!"
"Holy crap. Do you have to do that?!"
"No can do," Yuki grinned. Sara fumed.
Both of them stood at the center; a loud bell signals the start of the match. Without delay, she grasped Maki's neck.
"Die! DIE!!!" She laughs maniacally and choked Maki more and more.
"Urgh."
"MS. YAMAMURA!!!" The old professor screeched unpleasantly. Apparently, Sara had gotten so bored that she fell asleep and was dreaming of strangling Maki.who turned out to be no other than the history teacher.
*Blink, blink*
"Gomen, gomen sensei!" The black-haired girl just realized what she was doing and immediately released her choking hands.
"YAMAMURA! STAND OUTSIDE OF THE ROOM FOR STRANGLING YOUR HISTORY PROFESSOR!"
Everyone in class stared between their professor and Sara with either a surprised or an amused look. It was the first time their teacher exploded after being insulted.
Sara looked down and then looked angrily at her seatmate; "It's all your fault, baka."
Maki immediately backed, "M-me?! I'm just here."
"It's. Your. Fault."
"Yamamura, out," the professor pointed harshly at the door.
"I've got nothing to do with your fault. You slept, idiot!"
"Grr.why you?!"
"Mr. Maki AND Ms. Yamamura, kindly step out of this classroom and settle your.your.fight!"
"But sir- "
"NOW! And you SHALL go to the dean after this period!"
Sara, together with a none-too-happy Maki, stepped out of the said classroom. Both were grumbling silently while blaming each other.
Once outside, silence ensued as Maki and Sara started a staring game but once in awhile averted their gazes into a small hole to peep inside the class.
The bell soon rang as students rushed out of their classrooms for a break.
"Oh, Sara." One of her classmates [who was an avid fan of Maki] whined jealously.
Walking away to avoid their other classmates, Sara with Maki trailing behind went to the dean as their professor has ordered.
"Damn you, Maki. Damn you to hell!"
"Don't blame me. Blame yourself, idiot."
"Arggh."
The door to the dean opened just before they touched the knob.
"Mr. Maki and Ms. Yamamura, you're just in time," the man said who appeared to be their principal.
Closing their mouths immediately, they entered the neatly arranged principal's office.
"Please do seat, both of you."
They complied.
"Your history teacher already told me what had happened. Due to your. well. behaviors, I would like you to have detention tomorrow after class," said the principal straightforwardly.
"NANI?!" Sara exclaimed.
"But." Maki tried to argue.
"Ms. Yamamura, you did strangle your professor, didn't you?" the principal asked.
Slowly, Sara nodded in reply.
"And you did fall asleep in class?"
Another nod.
"Then what are you complaining about?"
Sara just watched in silence, not daring to utter another word against the principal.
"Now Mr. Maki, you and Ms. Yamamura were arguing, right?"
This time it was Maki's turn to nod.
"In front of your professor?"
Another nod.
"That is a sign of disrespect, in case you have no idea. Any more questions?"
The two shook their heads.
"Good. You are to stay in detention room no. 3 for four hours.both of you, together! You are to settle your fight!"
Sara and Maki gaped open-mouthed at the principal.
"The deal is settled. no more arguments. That's final. Dismissed."
They left the principal's office, grumbling incoherently as usual, hating each other more as each second ticked by.
Tomorrow would surely be one hell of a day.
~t.b.C.
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A/N: Woohoo! ::props up feet:: All we have to do now is to watch Sara and Maki enjoy a whole room given to them and them alone!
Hey! No fair! I DID NOT agree to this!!!
::glare:: Neither did I.
::insert sadistic grin here::