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six.

teacher's p e t

clerith

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Math.

Yuck. She hated math.

Loathed it.

Abhorred it.

Absolutely, positively, one-hundred-percent-you-better-believe-it despised it.

She did perfectly fine in her other subjects. History? She could handle that. Science? She could stomach it. But math?

One word. Ugh.

All the symbols, the numbers, the letters, the idiotic little squiggles and squares and dashes—they were all so confusing.

Which was why her parents decided to get her a tutor.

all so c o n f u s i n g ...

Cloud Strife. Twenty-one. Five-foot-seven. Graduated from high school with A's in Algebra, Geometry, and Calculus, as well as an impressive knowledge of trigonometry. Quite an amazing record to most.

But as for Aerith Gainsborough, she couldn't give less of a damn.

He was worse than her college professors, droning on and on about quadratic formulas and the Pythagorean theorem, both of which, as far as she knew, would be of no use to her later on in life. He would hover over her like a second shadow, breathing down her neck while she tried to solve another pointless problem on the whiteboard, pointing out her mistakes instead of allowing her to learn from them on her own.

It also didn't help that he happened to be extremely hot.

And short, but that was beside the point.

an a m a z i n g record ...

She buried her fingers in her silky chestnut strands, tapping her pencil against the table in a rapid, frustrated rhythm, trying to make sense out of the equation that seemed to mock her from its paper confines.

i 3u

Not up to your usual standards, are you, Strife? You usually put about a hundred more of these on your worksheets. Not that I'm complaining...

But perhaps she should have been; this did, after all, look like another one of his nearly-impossible-to-solve inequalities he seemed to generate just to torture her.

She found her mind beginning to wander to earlier that morning, when her infuriating math tutor had slapped the even more infuriating equation in front of her.

If it gets too confusing, Aerith, just flip it over. The solution's on the back. Then he had strutted off to the kitchen, no doubt to stuff his face with sandwiches from her fridge.

flip over for s o l u t i o n ...

She let loose an uncharacteristic snort, rolling her viridian irises to the plaster ceiling. What did he think she was? Stupid?

But then again, she did have a life, and the sooner she finished this problem, the sooner she could get back to it.

With one last glance at the kitchen to make sure Cloud wouldn't be back any time soon, she grasped a corner of the worksheet and turned it over.

finish the p r o b l e m ...

She stared at the figures that gazed up at her from the paper. The confusing symbols and numbers and letters seemed to arrange themselves into a solution so obvious, she had to chastise herself for being so blatantly dumb.

i 3 u

She smiled. Maybe math wasn't so bad after all.

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Disclaimer: Anyone who tells you I own Kingdom Hearts is lying.

A/N: Gah. Sorry it took me so long. xD

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