English Lessons with Hyotei

Part Two: Shishido Ryou

Warning: Crack, shonen ai, bad attempts at humour

Notes: Well here is part two as promised. Much silver pair fluff and special apperance by a certain Hyotei regular (no it isn't Atobe, he pops up in the third and final part!)

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It was one of those days.

The type of day when even the most dedicated of teachers pondered early retirement.

Safe to say, Nagano Fumiko was not what one would call a dedicated teacher and therefore was half way through filling in her resignation form, only to remember that she was 25, had no husband, savings or other career prospects to think of.

Massaging he head, Nagano glanced at her watch. Briefly she wondered if she still had enough time to make her way to the nurse's office for some head ache tablets before lunch was over. However, her train of though was interrupted by a knock at her classroom door.

'Come in'

She called warily. This wasn't what she needed at the moment. No doubt she was now going to have to help some insolent student with their homework or field questions on exams and high schools for the next fifteen minutes. Glaring at the papers on her desk and without raising her head, she asked

'What do you want now?'

Her annoyance at the interruption creeping into her tone.

'Actually sensei, it was you who wanted to see me.'

Slightly surprised, Nagano raised her head, only to be greeted with the sight of Shishido Ryou half sitting on a desk and tossing a tennis ball with his left hand.

Inwardly Nagano groaned. Why did she have to deal with Shishido Ryou and his too cocky for his own good attitude now of all days? Did whatever God there was really hate her that much?

However, as tempting as it was to send him away, saying there'd been some mistake and she was busy, he was right. She had asked to speak to him and from the impatient glare on his face; he didn't want to be here anymore than she did.

'Ah Shishido-kun, yes. There are some… certain issues I need to discuss with you…'

Nagano tried to force a smile onto her face but failed horribly. Shishido however, continued to glare, tossing the tennis ball up and down and up and down.

'It's about Ohtori-kun's class work and as you seem to be the person closest too him'

Glancing up at Shishido, she realised she now had his attention.

'I was just wondering if maybe you could take a look at a couple of his pieces of work for me.'

Pulling out the assignments entitled 'Health' and 'School', she handed them to Shishido who quickly glanced over both before proclaiming

'Don't see what's wrong with them. Can I leave now?'

'No you cannot!'

Nagano had nearly lost it now. She'd never wanted to be a teacher anyway. She'd wanted to be a florist. Or anything that meant she didn't have to deal with brats like Shishido Ryou who seemed to think the world revolved around them.

Shishido for his part looked mildly surprised at Nagano's outburst but continued to toss the tennis ball, a bored expression still gracing his too pretty face.

'Look'

Nagano snatched the papers back.

'Can't you see?'

She jabbed the paper with her nail

'Here.'

Jab

'Here!'

Jab

'And here!'

Jab

'This paper isn't about Ohtori, it's about you!'

Nagano let a breath she didn't know she'd been holding out as she slowly fell back into her chair.

'It's true though.'

Shishido muttered, not really to anyone.

'Are you telling me…'

Nagano fixed her best teacher glare on the boy in front of her

'That you and Ohtori-kun spend every waking moment together.'

The sarcasm was heavy in her voice but if Shishido noticed it, he didn't show.

'Of course not.'

Shishido's own tone implied how stupid he though the question was.

'We're not together in classes are we?'

That was it. Nagano should have known better than to ask for help from Shishido Ryou. Not only was that boy a number one arrogant, moody brat, he was also a complete idiot when it came to matters about obsessive kouhais. Trying once more, Nagano pulled a random assignment form the pile on her desk.

'Look Shishido-kun, this is what one of Ohtori-kun's class mates wrote for the topic 'life goal'. Read this and then maybe you'll see where I'm coming from.'

She handed the boy the paper, not bothering to check whose it was. A few minutes passed before Shishido spoke again.

'This paper reads. My life goal is to gekokujou Atobe. And maybe that brat from Seigaku, mainly because he has a better catchphrase than me. And Tezuka, just because Atobe wants to beat him. And Sanada because Atobe fancies him. And Oshitari because he said I have an obsession with Atobe WHICH I DO NOT. And Mukahi because he was with Oshitari at the time. And Shishido because if he hadn't been arguing with Mukahi then Mukahi wouldn't of been with Oshitari. And Ohtori because he agrees with Shishido on everything.

But not Taki because he's already been gekokujou'd by Shishido and I don't want to gekokujou anyone whose already been gekokujou'd.'

Quickly Nagano took the paper back. Where there no normal student in her class? Or more accurately; on the tennis team? Sighing, she waved her hand toward the door.

'You can go now Shishido-kun'

It appeared nothing was going to get through to him and she'd be a fool to waste any more of her time trying.

'But before you go, can you hand me in that homework on marriage?'

At least she'd have got something productive done this lunch time.

Grumbling, Shishido reached into his bag that had been flung on the floor and pulled out a crumpled piece of A4. The minute he'd placed it on her desk, he was gone and Nagano was left with an empty, silent classroom. Glancing at the clock, she realised she might as well mark the paper now. Picking up her red marking pen, she set to work.

10 minutes later, Nagano was marching to the head's office, resignation paper in hand, before remembering she had no husband, no savings and no prospects. Innocently on her desk, was a piece of paper entitled 'My wedding' By Shishido Ryou

My Wedding

By Shishido Ryou

I'm not going to get married so I'm not even sure why I'm bothering to write this. Therefore I shall explain my reason for not marrying.

Firstly girls are too much like Atobe. Or that freak from St. Rudolf's. And I wouldn't want to live with Atobe. Enough said.

Secondly, I've already promised Choutarou we'd share a flat. If I got married I guess I'd have to live with the girl and it would be unfair on Choutarou to have to share a flat with a girl.

Thirdly, I don't have time. As I'm going to be a pro tennis player, I don't know when I'll find the time to meet girls or go out on dates. In fact the only person who will be with me will be Choutarou so won't need to get married anyway.

Lastly, to marry someone you have to like them more than anyone else I guess. And I'll never like anyone more than Choutarou.

In conclusion, I do not feel that marriage is suited to me at all.