Hello my dear readers! Sorry for the long wait. Actually, I already typed this chapter. But due to the my current busy working and review schedule (not to mention, my licensure examinations...), I do not have my time to do it. Sorry again :p

So here's the new chapter of the story that has been brewing in my mind. Readers, please take time for my updates :)

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2-in-1 ID Game

Chapter 2


"I think that is all for today... Before you go home, I'll announce that next meeting is your finals. Review our lessons and discussions from cover to cover. Understood?... Alright, you may all go... Exams is next meeting, do not forget."

The ravenhead professor sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Today's review was a pain. They performed thirty quizzes about the great works of Aeosop, Socrates, and Horace, as well as the main characteristics of the three first civilizations and arts of the world. And the end result was very devastating that he almost threw his chair at the student with the lowest score.

It could not also help that the top scorer hasn't reached their passing grade.

That, in itself, was indespicable.

He was struggling to reorganize his examination and replace other difficult questions into easier ones.

Should he change his exams or not? Too bad, they were already signed.

And he doubted that the dean would approve, though.

Maybe he should ask the dean now? There is nothing wrong with trying, right?

A sigh escaped his lips for the second time.

Then, a blur of purple caught his eye. He glanced towards, only to see one of their fellow faculty member and his former love interest. And that is none other than their current dean for the college department of psychology, Dean Dokuro Chrome.

It's been a while, huh.

And it's been a while, indeed. He was rejected after his three months of pursuit towards her heart.

Chrome was just a member of the faculty back then. Just like him.

I'm sorry Kyoya... It's just that... we're at the exact total poles. And I thought that we can't be together... forever like what you think... I'll just break your heart and I hate that... please Kyoya... There are many women out there... better than me... I'm sorry... Just let me be your friend...

Those were her last words. It was on Christmas Day, the former year. And at that moment, he realized that he couldn't love her either. In the end, he didn't regret that he stopped his courtship towards the petite woman. She's not worth his effort, anyway.

But somehow, along the lines, he still loved her. And he couldn't help himself if he felt a slight pang inside his chest if he sees her in his everyday life of college teaching.

Some of his friends told him to let it go. To move on. To live life. To free himself from that cage of hurt he made by himself.

But he knew that it would not be an easy task to do. Just like letting go of his idle fantasy of fate and destiny, letting go of his naivety towards his great affection towards the dean of psychology is really difficult.

Like what the old saying, first love never dies.

Amd when he say those exact lines, they would advise him to go in front of the mirror and ask himself: how old is he?

The answer is simple, yet complex as one looks upon it deeper.

He is twenty-six years old. Yes, it was given. But, is he really the man inside the twenty-six-year-old body?

The answer is no.

Maybe that is the main reason why he didn't interact or form any intimate relationship towards the opposite gender.

There were times when his closest circle of friends lock him up in a room with a woman they paid from a strip club. It was a ridiculous idea, if one look at it. But hey, for a guy in past twenties, that's very crucial.

But then, one can also imagine the great disappointment on their faces as they face palmed, when they saw the girl, eating and chatting on the bed (clothes had been the same since the fated night), while he was on the floor, eating.

Nothing happened.

He was almost mistaken as a gay, but he got through that phase when he told them painstakingly and patiently that he couldn't do such things to any women who he was not intimately related nor lengthy acquainted with. Nevertheless, not appointed with destiny.

His friends just accepted his feeble logic about his life.

He sighed again.

"Single forever, huh. My fate would be a single man with no happily ever after."

A heavy stomp of footsteps nearing him stopped his dreamily stare.

Someone is coming towards him.

"A - Ahem... Professor Hibari? Can I have you for a minute?"

A middle-aged man, probably as old as he is, wearing a red dress shirt and jeans approached him.

Hibari stopped his slow footsteps to turn around.

"Ah... Professor Gokudera, it's you. What can I do for you?"

Professor Gokudera Hayato. He is a wet sock in this such kind of educational field. He was once a lawyer, but he resigned on that dirty business because of a major problem he was involved with.

In other words, a newbie.

With his difficulty of speaking the country's language, his silver hair and emerald eyes, he is, undoubtedly, an Italian.

"Yes - I - I'm sorry to bother you Professor - "

"No, it's alright."

"Oh... okay. Well, here's my predicament..." He pulled out some papers from his ataché, a proof of his past profession. "Here is the list of the subjects that I will teach for the next school year..."

Hibari picked the papers and read them.

"... Hn... These subjects are just fine for you, and your skills as a lawyer would be alright with these - "

"Ah, professor... about that..." Gokudera pointed towards the particular subject in which Hibari followed his gaze with. "... This... teaching profession subject... well, I'm not well-versed with this subject... so..."

Hibari returned the papers back to Gokudera's hands, looking at him in the eye.

"So, in other words... you want me to take this subject?"

Gokudera sweatdropped a bit.

A straightforward fella, huh. Well, lucky for him I was a lawyer. Who knows what would happen if I was another person?

"Well... kinda 'requested.'" He defended.

What's this?!

Another work to be piled up in his list of tasks...

Just who the hell he thinks he is?! He's just a new professor here! What's worse is that he was just kicked out from the law firm, revoked his license, and the administrators accepted him because of his looks.

A discrimination within one's face value.

What a blow on his pride!

Of course he couldn't let the idiot overpower him.

He graduated with a doctorate degree, after all.

But then, his rationalization got better out of him. And even if he wanted to use that handsome face as a punching bag, Hibari just let that insult pass.

"Well, your offer is tempting... and it just happened to be my forte..."

Gokudera's face lit up -

"However, I'm afraid I have to decline."

- and turned into a reverse 180.

"... What?" Gokudera deadpanned.

What a sudden change of attitude. Might as well save it as a reference.

Hibari answered back. "Yes... However, I thought the subject will be more suitable if a real lawyer handled it."

"Well... that's funny." Gokudera scratched the side of his face while Hibari noted his complex change of attitude.

Gokudera cleared his throat. "The thing is... I never handled any case in relation with teachers before."

Hibari feigned innocence as he faked his surprised face. "Whoah... I thought that you are very well-versed into this - "

"That's why I'm not well-versed in this field, professor."

Hearing the sincerity within his words, Hibari sighed heavily. He got a point, eh.

"I believe you... I do..." Hibari finally answered.

Gokudera's face showed a bit of hope.

Hibari continued before the silverhead utter a word. "But, you know it could be add to the list of my works. I hate making curriculum for this one... Let's see what I could do."

He walked towards the dean's office with the silverhead tailing him. And as they walked...

"Don't worry... I could do Math."

"That's good, I could exchange my assessment with you better. Funny though, you were once a lawyer, and yet you took the subject assessment of learning."

"I love numbers."

"... Fair enough."

Then, they continued their pace towards the large room with the deans of different college departments.

A little while later, a rather tired and mildly stressed-out Hibari Kyoya exited the deans' office and mindlessly walked the path towards the dreaded campus gym.

"Tch... Troublesome... Troublesome, troublesome, troublesome." He muttered to himself.

What he was talking about was his discussion, together with Gokudera, inside that room.

A particular worker, whether it is a blue collar or a white collar, takes only eight hours to call it a day. He can choose within two kinds of work schedule, the morning shift and the night shift. Public and private workers included.

And his profession is not an exemption, either.

However, instead of eight hours of teaching for him, ten hours was assigned. That herbivore of a dean.

Supposedly, he was to exchange one subject with the new professor. But, because the dean is the great asshole of his life, another subject from Gokudera was added to his stupid worthless number of subject load.

Because he is a first-time professor, he is supposed to take a part-time job here for at least three months.

That's what the herbivore said.

He felt sorry for the silverhead, though. He could clearly see the dejected look on the other's face. And not only that, he noticed his hand on the side clenching into fists.

Professor Gokudera... don't worry. Maybe next year, you could take over that shrimp herbivore over there. That's what he told him.

He, as well as Gokudera, wanted to give the dean a piece of his mind. At least by punching that prized mocking face.

But here comes the diplomacy!

Eye-to-eye, teeth-to-teeth. That's the Hammurabi code. Justice and not diplomacy must be implemented into today's world.

Herbivores.

Maybe a strike won't be bad...

He was thinking like that, when suddenly, his being was bumped into something -

Sorry, readers... Someone to be exact.

Why?

Well, judging by the skin or tactile contact and a human scream, that's definitely a human.

A woman, actually.

"Oh... s - sorry, sorry..." He said while picking up the books scattered across the corridor.

As he picked up the things on the floor, he took a glance to the one he bumped. He could see a pair of slender legs covered with black stockings. The person also wore a pair of black closed heels. Must be six inches, he calculated in his mind.

After picking and sorting the things on a rather organized way, he stood up and handed the person her things.

He saw the person in front of him wearing an abstract-colored blouse and a gray skirt.

"I - I'm so sorry..." He lifted his head... and became speechless.

Her face was so beautiful. Probably a beauty queen.

Or maybe the winner of Miss Universe?

Or perhaps a model?

Now, he wasn't an alcoholic. And neither a fan of it.

He already knew that he had a very, very low tolerance to those kind of drinks.

And he wasn't hallucinating, either...

But... are those rainbows and flowers flying around her?

Her face was sculpted into a heart shape. Her perfect nose accentuated the shape of her face. Her doe-brown eyes held the most captivating scene he had ever seen. And he small, cute red lips...

"... Aphrodite..." He exhaled breathlessly.

One of the woman's beautiful eyebrow twitched.

It was then he noticed that the papers he was holding were now in her hands.

"How long are you going to stare at me like that?"

His fantasies with the woman was replaced with a gloomy background.

He shook his head and answered. "Ah - sorry miss - "

"Hell yeah! You should be!..." She snapped. She held her bag in front of his face.

"Look at my bag... It's Louis Vuitton for Christ's sake! I'd spent my stupid savings for this stupid bag! And you... you almost destroyed it, you cheap! You know how much this cost?! Twenty hundred million dollars! More expensive than your life! And if it is destroyed, you can never pay it with your VERY LOUSY JOB! Understood?! Hahi!"

Forget it, Kyoya. She's a snotty-nosed brat. He thought.

He almost want to smack the head of the woman. Instead, he let out a fake smile and lent his hand towards her...

"... M - my name is Hibari Kyoya."

... and she slapped it.

"And I don't care who you are, dimwit. Get out of my way."

And she walked out of the scene. But not before saying "I hope we would never meet again."

As he looked at her bouncing short brown hair, he muttered. "Such a beautiful girl, her attitude is not, though. What a looser herbivore."


"AKI! MOVE TO THE EXTREME! WHAT IN THE EXTREME ARE YOU DOING?! EXTREME DUNK! COME ON!"

"Ahaha... Coach Sasagawa, don't be too harsh with the players."

Coach Sasagawa Ryohei. One of the best coaches in Japan. He currently teaches in all of Physical Education subjects, as well as an exemplary coach on the sports boxing and basketball.

Although he is not a caring coach, he was one hell of an athlete. During his student days, he was known as "The Extreme Golden Medal Eater," because he never left a sports event without a golden medal. Or all of it.

Golden medal...

Currently, he was 'extremely' coaching his players in basketball.

But, was that really coaching?

"BUT THEY'RE EXTREMELY TOO SLOW TO THE EXTREME!"

-eme

-eme

-eme

"... Coach Sasagawa... how many cups of coffee did you drink just now?"

"FIFTY EXTREME COFFEE CUPS!"

"... That explains everything..."

The other one speaking is Dean Yamamoto Takeshi. He is the current dean of the culinary arts.

When he was younger, he was one of the campus heart throb in their school in Namimori. He was an overrated baseball player back then.

He also coaches alongside with Ryohei in sports baseball and tennis.

And right now, he was with the extreme coach Ryohei inside the campus gym.

The usual cheerful playing environment became an extreme tense moment as the extreme coach lost his extremely long patience for the extremely first time. And the poor dean of culinary arts could only face palm for him.

Despite the extreme fear of his players, they keep on practicing the basketball game.

The audience didn't seem to notice it, though.

"GO! GO NAMI! GO-GO-GO NAMI GO!"

"TAMA-KUN! SHOOT IT!"

"GO FOR IT KOGA-KUN! I LOVE YOU - "

"WE LOVE YOU KOGA-KUN! HI-HI-HI!"

Then the loud screams reduced to a halt when a certain ravenhead professor came into view.

And the other two grown-ups didn't seem to notice his presence...

"EXTREME LEFT! YES! THEN EXTREME COUNTER! OH - COME ON! YOU'RE EXTREMELY SLOWER THAN MY EXTREME GRANDMOTHER!"

"Ah, Coach Sasagawa, calm down - "

"EXTREME FAKE RIGHT! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE EXTREME FENCES! EXTREME LEFT!"

"No use... Ahaha."

The ravenhead professor walked to the sides to avoid the players playing. Fortunately, Yamamoto saw him.

"Yo, Professor Hibari - "

"EXTREME SLAM DUNK TAMA! EXTREME!"

Hibari couldn't hear the other due to the coach's extreme screaming. He continued walking until he reached the two. To Ryohei, to be exact.

What an extremely wrong side to go to.

"IS THAT WHAT YOU EXTREMELY GOT?! REALLY!"

Hibari dodged the coach's swerving arms towards his direction when he was beside the screaming coach -

Uh-oh...

"Excuse me, Coach Sasagawa -" Hibari asked, when suddenly -

BOG!

"... And the extreme ball smacked my face. What a worst place to put the ball on... Right, herbivore?"

Silence.

"Extremely sorry, Professor Hibari." The coach bowed his head while the dean scratched his cheek.

"... To late. I'm going to call Kurokawa-san -" Hibari pulled out his phone.

"DON'T DO IT!" The other exclaimed as he grabbed the phone.

The rest could only gape their mouths towards the poor soul.

"Herbivore... for testing my patience and touching my things without my permission..." He released his blessed tonfas. "... I. Will. Bite. You. To. Death."

Before he could attack a menacing blow towards the coach, the dean interfered. "Ha-Ha-Ha. You may now go, students. Oh, look at the time! Well, let's go, shall we? I have tons of ice packs inside the cooking lab. Let's go..."

As he dragged Hibari outside the university gym, the phone suddenly picked up a voice.

"Hello? Hibari-san? Why did you call?"

Mrs. Kurokawa-Sasagawa Hana. Part-time professor, full-time lawyer. She's Ryohei's wife for almost six years.

And she was in a maternal leave because she was pregnant.

Out of panic, Ryohei answered. "No - nothing sweetheart... Ha-ha -"

And Hibari grabbed it back and answered.

"Kurokawa-san... your husband screamed 'extreme.'"

The other two covered their ears for a high-pitched, spine-tingling voice.

"WHAT?!"