GTA – Great Teacher Ayame

By AnimeNutsy

Disclaimers: I do not own anyone from Fruits Baskets. They all belong to Natsuki Takaya. Except Harumi, and Yumi. Those are made-up characters. I also do not own Hijikata. He belongs in Peacemaker.

Warnings: Shounen Ai, Mild Language, Slight Violence

A/N: I finally got to see the TV series of Gravitation. I think I was expecting a little too much out of it, because when I finished watching it, I sat back and thought, 'Wow. This really stinks.' I just thought Gravitation had no interesting story line. I'm putting that anime into my category of 'Dumbest anime to ever see the light of day.' Oh, well. On to the fic!

Rating: M

Part 9 – The Truth About Yumi Shiratori

Main Sohma Household

Yumi Shiratori stood before Akito Sohma, not believing what she was hearing. "You…You're kidding me, right?" She asked Akito. "No, I've decided that Ayame can continue on with his silly little teachers job. Your work is done." Akito replied.

"No, it's not! It's not finished yet, not by far!" Yumi shouted, her voice making Akito look up. "You did your job. But Ayame promised me that he'd be back after he's finished this year at the school. So it's over." Akito told her, his eyes narrowing.

"Just like that? It's over? You mean, I had to go to that lame school, become friends with those kids…and you say it's OVER?" Yumi balled her hands into fists.

"I don't see why you're getting so uptight about all this. I got your dad out of jail, and you paid me back. You should be happy I don't ask more of you." Akito told Yumi.

"It's not…that. I thank you for that, really. It's something else." Yumi spoke. "Hmm? Something else? This sounds interesting. Sit down, I'm in the mood to hear a good story." Akito said, and pointed that Yumi should sit in front of him.

"Fine." Yumi sighed, and sat down on a corner of Akito's bed, and crossed her legs. "You remember about my father having that car accident, right? Well, someone else was involved in the accident, and they…they died." Yumi spoke, her voice barely a whisper.

"Go on." Akito urged her. "Well…the person was a woman. It turned out, she had a daughter. Tohru Honda." Yumi said, watching Akito's face for his reaction. "So your father was the one who caused the accident?" Akito asked, a little shocked.

"Yes. It's his fault that that girl is without a mother. I feel that I need to apologize to Tohru, on behalf of my father." Yumi said, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Why don't you get your father to apologize to her?" Akito asked her.

"Are you kiddin'? Hell would freeze over before that old fart apologized to anybody! No, the job is left to me. I just hope Tohru doesn't hate my guts after I tell her." Yumi said, and stood up.

"You're going?" Akito asked. "Yeah. I gotta get to school, and see Tohru." Yumi replied, and placed a quick kiss on Akito's cheek. "Later!" She said, as she sauntered out of the room.

Akito touched his cheek where Yumi had kissed him, and he blushed. The bird laughed from its tree perch. "Oooh! Akito and Yumi, sitting in a tree!" The bird sang. "Keep it up, you little bastard, and you won't have a tree to sit in!" Akito warned, and the bird shut up, and hid its head under its wing.

The High School

Art Class

Yumi stared across at Tohru. Hana's seat was empty, as she was at home recovering from the memory loss. Uotani looked at Yumi. "You've been actin' strange all mornin'. Whassup?" Uotani asked her.

"Nothin'. Just thinkin'." Yumi replied, and went back to her dressmaking. They were making fashion clothes, and Yumi hated it. She kept sticking herself in the finger with the sewing needle. She stuck herself with it again. "Ahh! God damn! This sucks!" Yumi shouted out, and licked her injured finger.

Ayame walked over to Yumi, and gave her a bandaid. "Thanks." Yumi said, and put it on her finger. "Next time, wear a thimble." Ayame added, and moved off to harass Kyou, who was having an even worse time than Yumi.

"Kyou-Kyou, I can help you, if you like!" Ayame told the redhead. "Yeah, right. I need your help as much as I need a boil on the ass! Go away!" Kyou growled, and furiously tried stabbing the needle into a piece of material.

Yuki looked at Kyou, and sighed. "It's a sewing needle, not a knife. You're like a primitive savage!" Yuki said, and Kyou's hair bristled. Kyou looked down at Yuki's work. And like everything else, it was perfect. And that gave Kyou an idea.

"I see you've done a perfect frilly dress there, Rat-Boy. Do you plan on wearing that? Huh? Do ya, girly man? Or maybe you're thinking of taking over your brother's fashion shop?" Kyou hissed, a cat like tail bursting from his trousers, and bristling. Yuki saw the challenge, and he stood up.

"The implication that I would willingly wear women's clothing was bad enough. But…But to say that I would take over that…that…den of iniquity!" Yuki shouted, and mouse ears sprouted from his head.

The class looked on, sure that what they were seeing were costumes. Ayame glided over to where Yuki stood, and he placed a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Brother dearest, surely you didn't mean that. My store is a legitimized--" Ayame was cut off, as Yuki brushed the hand off his shoulder.

Yuki glared at Kyou, his tiny frame shaking with anger. "You…the oval…now!" Yuki spoke, and stormed out of the class, with Kyou following, cracking his knuckles. Uotani started to grab her things.

"Where are you going?" Yumi asked. "Up to the roof. There ain't no way I'm missin' this! See ya!" Uotani grinned, before she ran out to catch the fight. The whole rest of the class got up, and followed. Tohru was heading for the doorway, also.

"Tohru, wait a second! I need to talk to ya!" Yumi got up, and caught her by her arm. "I've got to go and stop them, Yumi-chan! They'll end up getting hurt!" Tohru cried, and made to walk away, but Yumi held fast.

"I need to speak with you, it's important!" Yumi shouted out, which made Tohru stop struggling and listen. "It sounds serious. Is something wrong?" Tohru asked. "No…Yes…Kinda." Yumi stammered. "Well, I guess I can wait for a little. What is it?" Tohru asked, smiling slightly. "I can't talk here." Yumi spoke, indicating that Ayame was sitting at his desk, as if in a daze.

"Uh, okay. Ayame-san, we're just going to take a break for five minutes. We'll be back soon, okay? Bye!" Tohru waved, and then she left with Yumi.

Ayame sat there, fuming like a drama queen. "I can't believe this! I'm teaching a bunch of class boycotters! And I'm talking to myself!" Ayame cried out. He pulled out a compact mirror from his pocket and stared at his reflection.

"Still…I am quite a beautiful man to talk to. Isn't that right?" Ayame asked his reflection. "You certainly are, you sexy thing!" He replied, grinning.

"I take it you also sing in the shower?" Came a deep voice from the classroom doorway. Ayame nearly jumped out of his skin, and looked at the person who was glaring at him.

"Oh. It's just you, Mr. Hijikata." Ayame smiled, and stood up. He sashayed over to the vice principal, and wrapped his arms around the muscular man. "Do you wish to find out if I sing in the shower or not?" Ayame asked, and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, I came to inform you that two of your students are beating the crap out of each other down on the oval. Now, if you don't want to get fired, you should get your ass down there, and stop them." Having said that, the vice principal untangled himself from the snake, and stomped off.

"Playing hard to get, huh?" Ayame giggled, and skipped out of the classroom and headed for the oval.

The Girls Bathroom

Both Tohru and Yumi stood in the girl's bathroom. The tension was so thick, you could have cut through it with a knife. Yumi had told Tohru her secret, about their parents and of the accident. She had told Tohru everything.

"Tohru? Hey. Say something, god dammit! Don't just leave me hangin' like this!" Yumi shouted out. Tohru finally faced Yumi. Tears were in her eyes. At first, Yumi thought they were tears of anger and resentment. But, when she looked closer, Yumi could see that they were tears of joy, and also of sadness.

"Oh, Yumi…I had no idea! We've both suffered so much. I'm glad that you came and told me. You're a true friend, just like Hana and Uo. You understand." Tohru cried, and flung herself into Yumi's arms and wept.

"Hey, now! Stop that! You're soakin' up my trenchcoat!" Yumi laughed. Tohru smiled, and detached herself from Yumi, blushing. "I'm sorry." Tohru spoke, and wiped her eyes and face.

"So, you were a spy for Akito?" Tohru asked. "Yeah, pretty much. He's a hard man to please. I'm thinking I'm gonna disappear, while he's still in his cheerful mood." Yumi replied.

"But…where would you go? I know! You could stay with us!" Tohru piped up. "Thanks, but…I can't. I'll go and live with some relatives in England. So uh, tell the rest of the gang that I started playing permanent hooky, k?" Yumi smiled, and pulled Tohru into a quick hug, then she let go. With a last salute, she picked up her backpack from the floor, then walked out of the bathroom.

Tohru stood there, and sighed. "But I only just got to know her." Tohru frowned. Tohru picked up her backpack and walked out of the girl's bathroom, also.

The Main Oval

Fight Time

As Ayame got to the oval, all he saw was a gigantic dust cloud, with fists and legs flying this way and that. Like one of those old Warner Bros. cartoons. Putting on a brave face, Ayame rolled up the sleeves of his gown, and stormed into the fight, only to come flying out again, landing in a heap on the ground.

"Are you okay down there?" A female student said, looking down at his sprawled form. "Ohmigod, I think I broke a rib!" Ayame replied, bawling his eyes out. "If you can scream like a woman in labor, you're fine." Said the masculine voice of Hijikata.

Ayame stared up.

"Oh…it's the lord Buddha, and he's come to take me to heaven!" Ayame said, before he passed out, with a smile on his face. "Now! Let's sort this out! Samurai Style!" Hijikata laughed like a demon, and, brandishing two Kendo sticks, he ran into the dust cloud, Kendo sticks akimbo.

The huge crowd of students waited in anticipation. They could all hear grunts, shouts and snarls, accompanied by the sounds of Kendo sticks hitting flesh. The dust cloud finally cleared, and revealed the two unconscious forms of both Kyou and Yuki on the ground. They both had enormous bumps on their foreheads.

Hijikata stood over them, grinning wickedly. "Discipline!" He snorted. He suddenly whipped around, and faced the crowd of gawking students. "What are you all staring at? Get back to class, you swabs!" He snarled.

The students all ran off, like their asses were on fire. Hijikata looked down to Kyou and Yuki, then to Ayame. "Great. Now I have three pieces of dead weight to deal with. This sucks." Hijikata grimaced, and set to the task of taking all three of them to the sick bay.

The Sickbay

The sickbay nurse stood, glaring down at Hijikata. She was a lot taller than most men, as she used to be a professional basketball player in her youth. And right now, Hijikata looked like a dwarf compared to her.

"Hijikata, you're one hell of a sick bastard! Look at the eggs on those two kids' noggins! No doubt inflicted by those darn Kendo sticks you're always carrying around! Hand 'em over." Housho, the old lady nurse held out her hand.

"Ohh! Fine, then!" Hijikata sulked, much like a naughty child that had been caught out at doing something bad. He turned both the kendo sticks over to Housho, who locked them away in her inaccessible cupboard.

Housho them immediately fastened ice packs to both Yuki and Kyou's foreheads. She then waved some smelling salts under Ayame's nose, and Ayame came awake with a start.

"Aaah! It's an evil old bag lady, come to steal my soul!" Ayame cried out in fright, as he first took a peek at the nurse lady hovering over him. "How rude!" Housho grumbled, and fixed Ayame a herbal drink.

"Drink this. It'll fix you right up. Though one with such horrible manners as yourself is hardly deserving of my fix-you-up elixirs." She told him. Ayame took the cup from her. "I'm sorry, you just gave me a start, what with all the wrinkles…" Ayame blanched, as he realized he'd said that aloud.

"My goodness, what a real charmer you are. Now, drink that while I tend to the kiddies." She said, and bustled over to Yuki and Kyou, waving the smelling salts under both their noses. The two boys slowly opened their eyes.

"Where am I?" Kyou groaned out, being the first to speak. Kyou's hand went to the ice pack on his forehead. Yuki did the same, wincing as his hand brushed the lump on his pale skin.

"Ouch. I know you didn't do this, stupid cat. Who did?" Yuki spoke through a cut lip. "That'd be me." Hijikata told them, with a shrug of his shoulders. "This is student abuse! You asshole, try hitting me again! I'll knock you flat!" Kyou snarled, and went to get up, but Ayame held him down. "Now, now. You mustn't be too hasty. That's quite a knock you took to your head. Stay still. I'll call Hatori." Ayame told the cat, who spat at him.

Yuki took this opportunity to quietly slip from his medical bed, and tiptoed towards the door. Ayame whipped around so quickly, that his hair slapped Hijikata across the face. "And just where do you think you're going, little brother?" Ayame asked icily, his eyes glaring.

Yuki gulped. This was the first time he'd ever seen his older brother get mad--really mad at anything. "I was, uh…just going to get some fresh air." Yuki replied, as he took off his ice pack, and handed it to the school nurse.

"You can get all the fresh air you need after I call Hatori, and then, only after he gives you a thorough check-up." Ayame replied, and walked over to the phone that was on the nurse's desk. Ayame quickly made a phone call to Hatori, telling Hatori all about the fight.

Finally, Ayame hung up the phone. "He'll be here shortly. We'll wait here for him." Ayame told the two boys curtly. "Are…are you okay? It was me who punched you in the gut. I'm sorry. I thought you were Yuki." Kyou spoke, looking at an interesting spot on the wall.

"I'm fine. I was just winded, that's all. I'm just glad you two don't have split heads, after someone hit you with kendo sticks." Ayame replied, and shot a venomous look at Hijikata. "Hey, I thought you were unconscious when that happened!" Hijikata said, frowning. Kyou snickered. "I'll bet he just faked being unconscious, so that he'd get to be carried here, in your arms." Kyou pointed out, grinning at Ayame, who went beet red.

Coughing once, Ayame turned the tables on Kyou. "Well, you were also carried in his arms. Both you and Yuki-chan." Ayame spoke, with a perverted leer. "I don't know how many times I've told you not to call me that in public!" Yuki hissed, and threw his older brother a glare that could've turned Ayame to stone. "Hmm, let's see…about 6,798 times total. I've been keeping count." Ayame replied, with a sly smirk.

"Be still, my heart. It can actually count!" Yuki gasped, sarcastically. Ayame was about to make a scathing retort, when Hatori showed up, with his medical bag. "Oh, Hari-chan! They're being so mean to me!" Ayame fake-sobbed, and threw himself into Hatori's arms.

"So, you're still fighting, hmm?" Hatori faced both Yuki and Kyou. "It was all that stupid cat's fault. He started this whole mess." Yuki replied. Kyou's face went bright red with anger, and his hair bristled. "You scummy, lying, sneaky little vermin! I did not, and you know it!" Kyou shouted at Yuki.

"Well, if I'm vermin, then you're a coughed-up hairball." Yuki replied, sticking his nose in the air. "Coughed up, huh? How's about I make you cough up your lungs?" Kyou snarled, and went for Yuki, but Hatori held him back.

"Stop it, now. Don't make me give you the treatment." Hatori threatened them both, his good eye glaring at them. Nor Yuki, or Kyou wanted that, so they both shut their mouths, and let Hatori examine them.

"Well, other than damaged pride, you both seem to be okay." Hatori told them. "Great. Well, I'm out of here. See ya." Kyou got up, and before anyone could call him back, he was out the door.

Yuki made to leave, also. "One minute, Yuki. I've made arrangements for you to see him." Hatori told the mouse. Yuki stopped in his tracks. "Really? Well. It's nice to see that you consulted me before sending me to face fire and brimstone. What does hewant now?" Yuki asked, his voice icy.

"Don't act so tense. He won't be acting like a creep from now on." Ayame piped up, beaming. Yuki turned around, and faced his brother. "What did you do, brother?" Yuki asked, getting more suspicious by the second.

"Me? I have done nothing, my dearest darling brother." Ayame said, laughing nervously. "Is that so? You're hiding something, brother dear." Yuki spoke, and folded his arms.

"Uh…heh-heh. To, uh…imply that I, the great Ayame Sohma, would keep anything from my cute little Yuki-chan is just…so tragic. Tragic, I say!" Ayame clasped his hands to his chest, his eyes glistening with fake tears.

'So he wants to play games, huh?' Yuki thought, smirking as an idea came to mind. "I know that you're keeping something from me, brother. And if you don't tell me this instant…I shall never speak, nor look at you again." Yuki told the snake, a triumphant grin plastered on his otherwise emotionless face.

"But--! You can't mean--! Oh, how cruel you can be, brother. Fine. I shall tell you." The snake replied, dismayed.

5 Minutes Later…

"So basically what you're saying to me…is that you threatened him with violence, and references to a BLOW UP DOLL!" Yuki shouted at Ayame, who cringed back. "Well, yes. But it was for your well-being, as well as for Haa-san's." Ayame added, to placate the mouse.

"Do me a favor. Stay away from me." Yuki told Ayame, and with a glare, he stalked out of the sickbay. Hatori patted the poor snake on the back, telling him not to worry about it, while Housho and Hijikata looked on.

"Wow, that is sure one messed-up family." Hijikata mumbled. Hatori faced Hijikata with murder in his eyes. "Mind what you say. Or you shall deal with me." Hatori warned the vice-principal, who scowled in reply, but otherwise said nothing. Hatori and Ayame then both left the sickbay.

After School

Uotani was walking home, when she noticed someone familiar sitting on a park bench. 'Yumi?' She wondered, and walked over to where Yumi sat, watching the sunset.

"I'd offer you a penny for your thoughts, but I spent the last of my money on booze." Uotani spoke, and Yumi looked up. "Uotani? What are you doing here?" Yumi asked. "Just out walking. It relaxes me." Uotani replied, and sat down.

"What's wrong? You look like shit." Uotani pointed out. "I can't tell you." Yumi spoke. "Why not?" Uotani asked, frowning. "Because you'd probably hate me for the rest of your life if I did." Yumi replied, sighing. "Hmm. Maybe…if you told me, I could get a better grasp of the situation. How can you know I'd hate you if you don't tell me?" Uotani asked, and stared into Yumi's eyes.

And, so Yumi spent the better part of an hour talking to Uotani about the whole thing, and Uotani sat through it, listening with interest, without once showing Yumi any malice.

"And that's it." Yumi finished, and a full minute of silence went by, when finally Uotani began to speak. "You were wrong. I don't hate you." Uotani told Yumi. "Really? Well…I'm glad." Yumi whispered, and drew her knees up to her chest as the rest of the sunlight disappeared from the sky.

"You told me the truth. And you also told Tohru the truth, and that took guts. I respect that. I respect it a lot." Uotani smiled, and stood up. "I gotta go. But one last thing…" Uotani said, and looked directly at Yumi.

"If you ever come near any of my friends again……I'll kill you." Uotani spoke, and with that, she walked away. Yumi stared up at the night sky and smiled softly. "From my biggest rival, that might not be so bad." Yumi whispered, then stood up, and she left the town under the cover of darkness.

To Be Continued

A/N: Yes, the story of Yumi has come to a close, but the story continues nonetheless! After all, I still have to write about the main bishies, right? So, thanks if you've stuck with me so far! I love all your reviews! –Hugs all the people who reviewed up until now- So, what can I say, but…please review? D