Hey Hey Its Jade!
Groveling: Sorry about the seriously delayed update. My computer got messed up and by the time I finally got it fixed, I had forgotten the yahoo account I used for But thanks to the help of DBZGTFAN2004, I have recovered the forgotten e-mail address and am now able to sign in and update. Thanks so much for your help.
Thanks so much for those who have read this story, and thanks so much for those who have taken the time to review. I really appreciate you taking time to review for such a filler chapter.
So, here goes. The next chapter of Syao-Chan Sensei…..
But first…..
The Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Card Captor Sakura. Clamp does. The plot however is mine. If this plot is similar to anything else, it is purely coincidence. I am not making any money off of this story as it is a story written by a fan for fans.
That about covers it ne?
Yoroshuko Onegai Shimasu.
Syao-Chan Sensei
Franklin P. Jones
"You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have for instance." (Franklin P. Jones)
His mother's words repeated in his head as he checked himself in the mirror.
Shiny black leather shoes; check.
Freshly ironed black pants; check.
White dress shirt, black tie; check, check.
Black suit jacket; check.
Neat hair;…lets not talk about that.
Taking a look at his wrist watch he sighed as he walked out of his immaculate room and down the hall for a cup of coffee in the kitchen. On the counter stood an open box of cereal with a magician named Clow Reed on the cover. Making a move to close the box and return it to the pantry, he noticed that all the puzzles on the back of the box had already been completed. "Did you stimulate your mind enough this morning Eriol?" Syaoran called into the living room.
"Yeah. I had a little trouble with the last one though. I couldn't remember if Windy was under the power of the moon or not."
Walking into the living room with his coffee and newspaper, Syaoran spotted Eriol sitting cross legged on the couch, watching Bobby's World in nothing more than boxer shorts and a white t-shirt with a bowl of Clow-san cereal in his hand.
Tearing his eyes from the TV, Eriol began to choke on his cereal spraying milk and bits of marshmallow on the floor and maple coffee table. "Are you going to work in that?"
Looking at his outfit Syaoran replied, "Of course. First impressions are everything."
The corners of Eriol's lips slowly began to turn upwards while his eyes twinkled in mischievous anticipation. "Okay. See you after school," Eriol replied, his fully matured grin now on display.
Syaoran suspiciously eyed Eriol's expression however, chose to ignore it as he turned to wash his mug in the kitchen sink. "Itte kimasu," he said heading towards the door.
"Itte rashai," Eriol called still watching TV.
A red kick ball in the grass.
Brilliant chalk masterpieces rivaling Picasso on the black top.
A forgotten sand castle fighting against the breeze in the sandbox.
The creaking of the swings.
The teeter-totters and merry-go-rounds still.
The chirping of the birds in a near by tree.
Something only seen and heard during this time of the day.
The time when there are no children in the school.
Inside the school, the fluorescent lights bounced from the baby blue walls to the floors and back again creating a bright and cheery atmosphere. Every bulletin board was covered with colorful drawings. Each, with a gold star.
Down the hall in the teachers lounge, three young women currently sit enjoying their last moments of quiet before the school day began.
"Ne Atsuko-chan, wasn't he cute?"
Atsuko, teacher of class K-1 turned to her friend and sighed dreamily. "Iie Keiko-chan. Not just cute, HOT! Just my type. Tall, Dark, and Handsome."
Keiko swooned in remembrance. "That suit made him look so strong. And that hair! I just want to run my fingers through it." She paused to frown. "Atsuko-chan, your so lucky you teach the same grade. The first grade hall is around the corner, so I wont be able to look at him as much."
Atsuko rolled her eyes. "Like a teenager trying to find every excuse to sneak a glance at a hot guy." Looking down at her own outfit, she added, "I wonder why he got so dressed up to teach kindergarten."
All three ladies stopped to examine their own outfits. Atsuko and Keiko both wore sneakers, comfortable jeans, and a comfortable blouse. Sayuri, who taught kindergarten for three years, but now teaches fourth grade, wore a long floral skirt, sandals, and a light button up blouse. She smirked, not at all nostalgic of her "K" days. "He's going to be eaten alive."
Syaoran sat at his desk waiting for the day to begin. His duties seemed easy enough. Take role-call, teach the kids simple things like number and letters, let them eat, nap, play, and that's pretty much it. The Principal seemed to eye him mischievously as she left him in his class room singing an elongated "Good Lu-ck."
Syaoran shook his head as he scoffed. "How hard can this be?"
Along with the first warning bell, students began to file into the school banishing whatever quiet resided within the building. Children about the age of 5 filled his room and immediately ran to their friends and toys.
Syaoran sat back and observed. He noted with slight disgust that some were either drooling or had a runny nose.
The second warning bell rang and the children obediently went to their seats noticing for the first time since they've entered that their regular teacher was not here. Curious, they sat waiting.
Just as the late bell began to ring, the door flew open as a mother and her child stood at the doorway hunched over panting. The mother, still hunched over raised her hand and in between pants, managed to breath out an apology. "Gomen. Gomen. It won't happen again. I'm really running late. Bye Honey. I love you. I'll see you later." She hurriedly kissed him as she stood up and took off down the hall.
"Bye Mom!" Her son called as he leaned through the doorway to wave. Turning around with a sheepish grin he bowed in apology. "Gomen. My mom and I tried to get here as fast as we could."
The class giggled as he made his way to his seat.
"Akio-kun," a little girl giggled. "You're late again."
Sitting across the girl, Akio placed his hand behind his head and let out an embarrassed "Hai."
'Tardiness.' Syaoran thought. 'This boy will not make it in the corporate world. I wonder what his mother does for a living.' Before he could think something mean, Syaoran turned his attention to the class.
"Okay class K-2. I am your new teacher." Syaoran began , walking back and forward in front of the class ensuring each word was articulated crisply and clearly as if he were addressing a board of directors.
Before he could continue, a hand shot up.
He twitched in mild annoyance.
'No one at the company had ever interrupted me before.' Taking a deep breath, he asked, "Yes?"
"My name is Hiraku. What's your name?" The girl asked.
"My name is Li Syaoran. You may call me Li Sensei, Sensei, or just Sir."
Another child raised his hand. "We can't call you Li Sensei because there's another Li Sensei in this school."
"Yeah," the students agreed.
Another boy continued, "Sensei is too hard because, what if your talking to another sensei and we need to talk to you and we call 'Sensei' and both of you look?"
"We should call him Syao-chan Sensei," a girl added.
"Yeah, that's cute!"
"Syao-chan Sensei sounds good."
"Uh huh, it does."
"No," Syaoran objected. "You will not call me Syao-chan Sensei. If you do not like Li Sensei or Sensei, you will call me Sir and nothing else." His authoritative voice made no impact on the children as they were not listening, but discussing the name they've chosen for their sensei.
"Okay. Stop it. Listen to me now."
Syaoran was already beyond irritated.
"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! DON'T YOUR PARENTS TEACH YOU ANY RESPECT?! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO SIT QUIETLY AND LISTEN FOR WHAT I TELL YOU TO DO!"
Each child sat struck with fear.
One child began to sniffle.
Another began to tear.
One more began to sob.
Soon enough, every child was crying at the top of their lungs.
Syaoran panicked.
'Oh crap. What do I do? Call Eriol? No way am I gonna ask him for help.' He ran from child to child pleading with them to stop crying. 'Okay. This is not working.' In his panic he stepped on a stray rubber ball causing him to float in an almost horizontal position in the air before gravity mercilessly slammed him to the ground.
There he lie clad in a sharp black suite, in a pile of toys, in silence.
'Wait. Silence?' Groaning, Syaoran pushed him self to a sitting position while removing a building block which had imbedded itself to his back. Looking around, he watched his students break into quiet giggles. 'Good. They've stopped crying.'
Syaoran could hear the music coming from his apartment. No doubt Eriol was dancing around the living room again. He sighed tiredly as he unlocked the door.
Hearing the lock of the door click, Eriol froze mid fox trot, jumped over the coffee table, and hurriedly made his way to shut off the stereo, turning around just in time to see Syaoran enter.
Normally, Eriol would try everything to steer their conversation away from the time old discussion of Eriol having too much time on his hands because he spends his days eating cereal, watching cartoons, and dancing around in the living room. But today, Syaoran was not in the mood, and Eriol was way too amused with Syaoran's appearance.
'Damn. I wish I had a camera,' Eriol thought somewhat regrettably.
Syaoran was a mess. His black suit jacket had chalk board eraser marks across the back. His tie loosened, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, and his collar was half popped. His white dress shirt was half un-tucked with what looks to be stains of chocolate milk across the front. He had gum under his left shoe, and a lollypop stuck to the front of his right pant leg. But the best (or worst, depending on your position) was that he was covered in paint. Paint in his hair, on his shoulders, and down his back.
Before Eriol could comment, Syaoran held up his hand. "Don't say a word."
Eriol grinned, "Wasn't gonna."
"I'm going to shower, then go to sleep. Don't bother me about dinner," Syaoran continued while heading down the hall.
"Orange is a great color for you. You should really consider a permanent dye job."
SLAM
Eriol winced as Syaoran responded by slamming the bathroom door. Laughing, Eriol turned the stereo on and continued to do the running man.
A/N: Okay… I know you were anticipating to see more of Syaoran's misadventures in his class. But don't worry. They will appear in anecdotes and there is much more to come. Everything is still building up.
Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review. All comments welcome.
Oh, and I realized, perhaps I should have included a Japanese-English Glossary for those who are not familiar with the terms used within the chapters.
So here are the meanings of the few basic words and phrases used in chapter one and two.
Okaeri nasai- Welcome back.
Just Okaeri can be used as well, however nasai is used as an emphasis for sincerity. Because Syaoran is Wei's employer, it would have been rude not to add the nasai. Other examples of the use of nasai is Gomen nasai (I'm very sorry), and Oyasumi nasai (Have a good night.)
Konbon wa- Good evening
Hai- Yes
Iie- No
Ne- right? (roughly)
Itte kimasu- I'm leaving
Itte rasshai- in response to itte kimasu it means have a safe trip or see you later.
Gomen- Sorry
If this is unnecessary just skip over it. It is here for those who need it.
Alrighty….Don't forget to review.
Jade