The Fall of Igarashi
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Chapter 11
Confirmation dawned on his being as his eyes narrowed dangerously at the discarded file on his table. The file contained the latest report on his son's escapades particularly with a teacher. The said teacher looked plain in the picture though.
"Gold diggers! They really come in any shape, size and color, the most harmful though are the innocent looking ones!" the Igarashi Patriarch crumpled the picture viciously as if releasing all his displeasure on the picture.
"Obi," the Patriarch called his ever loyal assistant as he look over the busy streets of New York.
"Hai, Igarashi-sama," Obi bowed silently waiting for orders to be followed.
"Get the plane ready. We are going back to Japan tonight. I'm going to personally see the kitten my son is currently playing with," the Patriarch snickered as an idea came to his mind.
"Will you say it again, Maki-kun?" Keira barely contained his anger and the tick on her forehead is telling. Her ears are ringing as she once again listen to the demands of the spoiled brat.
"Tora-sama wants to see you in the Student Council office," Maki calmly stated, he was silently amused at the teacher who is like a freaking time bomb, ready to explode any minute.
"NOW," Maki added, innocently emphasizing the word, knowing that he was goading his teacher and risking his neck as the teacher visibly snapped.
Now, being a loyal servant, Maki couldn't help but chastise himself as he found the upcoming ire of this little teacher to his master amusing. However, it would still be a day too soon if this teacher could whip Tora's ass.
That spoiled, arrogant, manipulating brat! How dare he tries to order me around! Keira mentally grumbled hating the fact that the Igarashi heir had gone bolder now, what with issuing demands while she's still in the middle of the class. He might be the richest brat in Japan, still, he's just a brat and not everyone is below him, especially her. Calming herself, she tried call on her diplomatic side to clear her head of any killing urges she had right now.
"Ne Maki-kun, kindly tell Igarashi-san that I will see him after my classes. Surely this important matter he wish to discuss is not a matter of life and death that would require my immediate presence. As you can see, I am THE TEACHER here and I am HAVING a class NOW," Keira pasted her most chilling fake smile to get her point across.
"Very well, Sensei," Maki bowed.
Keira, being hyper sensitive, she didn't miss Maki's hidden mirth and she smiled sweetly.
"Ne, Maki-kun…"
"Hai, Sensei?"
"It would be beneficial for you not to laugh at my current predicament."
"I would never dream to be at odds with you, Sensei. I apologize if my actions offended you. I am merely doing my job." Maki pacified his teacher and hoped that he had done a good job of it.
"Hmmph, job my ass," Keira bluntly commented, earning snickers from some students in her class.
"Just tell him, I'll be there after class," Keira to her class discussion. She intended to push through her tight schedule for the day without interruption or distraction, however, thoughts of the lime-haired brat keep on pestering her mind. So far, they had only one date and the brat already felt so entitled in ordering her around.
"Ehhhh… so far? What am I thinking?" Keira thought begrudgingly although a part of her secretly looks forward to the brat's presence.
That will never happen again! she mentally scolded herself for allowing such thoughts.
It was already past lunchtime as Keira walked stiffly through the pristine corridors of the Student Council building. She couldn't help once again to wonder what the Igarashi want this time. They parted amicably after their date last week and she deduced that whatever differences they had in the past were already settled.
'I guess not,' Keira sighed.
Opening the double doors of the magnanimous Student Council office, Keira snorted at the impracticality of its grand design, which clearly reflects the high and mighty occupant of the office.
"You're late!" Keira stopped her inner musings as a familiar voice sounded, laced with mild irritation.
Looking at the source, she mentally noted that Tora is busy with the different papers lying on his table, along with few thick colored folders. When she didn't budge one bit, Tora tore his gaze from the paper he'd been reading and gazed steadily at her.
"What do you want? And please spare me your antics. I don't have time." Keira none to gently stated which only earned a raised eyebrow on Tora.
"You didn't have breakfast."
"As if that would… what? I didn't have what?" Keira literally went from mad to utter confusion.
"Look you did not eat breakfast!"
"So? Could you just directly say what you need from me? How did you know, by the way?" What nonsense is the brat getting at?
"How I knew isn't the problem here. You did not eat breakfast and that is unacceptable!"
Ehhhhhhhhhhh?
"It's past lunchtime already and I'm sure you hadn't eaten yet!
What is this brat blabbing about? Why does he care if I had eaten or not? Keira felt so lost now. What could have ignited the brat's sudden interest with her eating preferences? Is this some form of trickery? a witchcraft of some sort? Or maybe this Tora is an impostor!
"I'm assuming I guess right. You will eat with me now!"
"What?" Keira squeaked not really following the brat's one-side conversation.
"I guess this can't be helped! You should be honored, the great Tora Igarashi dined with you!"
"You demanding, arrogant prick!"
"Oh yes I am and MORE… Would you like me to elaborate that word?
No?
Then, let's eat!
As if on cue, three immaculately dressed male servants rush through the door pushing trays of food and stealthily set the table. Almost instantly, the office was filled with enticing aromas, filling her senses, aware that the sight elicited hunger she had suppressed to which her stomach happily growled in appreciation.
"You're impossible!" Keira sighed in resignation, hiding her embarrassment.
"What did I say?" Tora's eyes glinted furiously sending chills on her back.
"Shit, you don't have to do that!" Keira instantly jumped on the nearest chair, digging instantly on the food, uncaring how unladylike her eating manners are. She sampled the soup laid nearest to her and marveled at its delectable taste. She had eagerly went and filled her stomach all the while murmuring her delight and appreciation for the food.
With a blissful sigh, her eyes search the Igarashi heir glad that he had lost that furious glint on his eyes and was silently eating across her.
The brat must be lonely, wanting to have someone to talk to. Tsk, tsk, tsk… I guess I should just humor him. He's not really that bad to be with. Keira inwardly giggled. Tora ate in silence, looking dignified as he unconsciously exuded an air of authority. How could he look so appealing even if the simple task of eating? Even the way he held his glass is so so…
"So sexy…" Keira involuntarily thought aloud.
"What did you say?" Tora almost choked on his glass of wine. He must have heard her wrong.
Realizing her mistake, Keira blushed and sputtered….
"This soup, its vexing how it's so delicious!" she instantly replied earning a potent gaze from the brat. Unable to hide her quivering nerves, she accidentally spilled the contents of her plate in her skirt.
Tora was instantly at her side, wiping the grease on her skirt with napkin.
"Tsk you're such a klutz, Sensei!" Tora scolded her gently.
"Shut up!" Keira blushed deeper wallowing in embarrassment due to her own idiocy.
"Why were you so skittish then?"
"It's none of your business, brat!"
"Hai, hai!" Tora chuckled, helping her stand and signaled the servants to clear the table.
"Ne, Tora, t-thank you for the food. I was not r-really expecting it. B-by the way, its almost time for my next class so…. if you don't mind I have to go!" Keira wanted nothing than to get away from the brat as fast and far as possible.
"Hmmm… glad that you like it!" Tora flashed his boyish grin.
Keira awkwardly bowed before turning her back, her heart beating fast as she held the door.
"By the way…" She heard Tora's deceptively gentle voice causing her to look at him. She cringed at the sight of the tall brat who had begun walking towards her, mischief alight in those intense eyes.
What now? Keira held her breath, unconsciously closing her eyes to rid herself of the predatory sight before her.
"Senseiiiii…" Tora's whispery sing-song voice rang alarm bells on her head. His warm breath fanned the sides of her neck, aware that he was too close for her comfort. She stilled and draw a shaky "what", mentally berating herself for sounding too whispery, too weak in her own ears.
"Soooo… you find me sexy?"
Keira's eyes widened, her cheeks flaming hot in waves of dizzying embarrassment as her mind screamed in utter disbelief. He actually heard it! Anguish washed over her petite frame, battling with her immoral state of mind that had actually escape her lips in her moment of weakness as the temptation named Tora would never let her leave her in peace now that he had known.
She must have looked seriously freaked out since the next thing she knew is that the brat is hugging her from behind.
"Sensei… Sensei… just forget what I said okay? You know how I am… It's … I just love teasing you. You… know me… right? I'm just being my usual asshole self!" Tora's soothing voice cooed the distraught teacher in his arms, though the loathing in his voice in the last part did not escape Keira's emotionally clouded mind. It had her thinking, glad that a distraction was presented, her brows furrowed into a knot as she began thinking. Her eyes widen as an awareness had settled in her already frazzled nerves. The brat, who is hugging her, had one of his hand rest on top of her breast!
Squish… squish…
A tick on her forehead appeared.
Squish… squish…
"What are you doing?" Keira pinched the naughty hand away from her tingly flesh. She heard Tora sucked his breath from the intense pain his wandering hand had been subjected to.
"You pervert!" Keira glared wildly at the chuckling oppressor, swinging her body, aiming to kick his side.
"Ow… ow… relax, Sensei!" Tora's swift automatic reflexes from years of training saved him from the vicious kick he was about to get. It missed him and he regretted it if only to calm his angry sensei.
Keira, letting her emotions control her, forcefully grab Tora's collar. She was taken aback at how easily she manhandled the erring brat, knowing full well that he is a good 4-5 inches taller than her.
"Don't… don't do it again."
"Yes, Keira."
"Sensei, I'm your Sensei!" Keira wanted nothing more than to slap Tora for his disrespect. Why can't he call her Sensei without mocking her? Knowing that the brat will always do what he wants to, she slowly release her grip and hastily fled away from him. Her heart is beating fast and a nagging headache is beginning to form in her head. Her chest though is feeling warm and tingly all over. She was doomed. Her heart had been stolen by one naughty pervert! She had fallen for the impossibly irresistible pervert, Tora!