Ummm... Sorry that I took so long to upload another chapter, I just needed more time for reviews to come in. And, here they are now~! Hooray *~dances~*
Personally, I think this chapter kinda sucks too because you're still getting to know the characters. I'm sending the forth one out shortly and soon (I'm practically done it~!) And it will contain slight GumiXRin because, like, two people suggested it so, sure, why not :D? (They are pretty cute together :3~!). But you may be surprised of who you'll find in this one chapter (or what you may find~!). Also, I'm making the chapters a tiny bit shorter so they are easier to read.
And yes, I added another OC of mine. But he's not meant to be taken seriously XD~!
~~~~~... I like squigglies, I use them a lot...~~~~~~~ everyone should~~~
Anywho... I DON"T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE FANFICTION ITSELF!
Enjoy~!
Kiyoteru's P.O.V.
[BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.] my alarm clock chanted repeatedly, over and over again. Time to get ready for work. I'm going have to get up extra early now because classes begin at nine, the school is twenty minutes away, busses arrive at 8:30 and I don't have a car anymore. And right now the time seems to be... 7:00. The bus station is a twenty-five minute walk away, so I have lots of time. I smacked the snooze button enough to make it seem as if I were smacking against skin. It's been going off for quite a while now, so I smacked it hard out of annoyance.
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Tightening my blue tie that coordinated with my black suit, I mentally noted of what I have so far: my bag is packed, check, I am wearing clothes, of coarse, personal hygeine, yes, optimism towards of how my career is turning out now... Wouldn't hurt to try.
It was now 8:00, and I am ready to leave for work! But I was stopped at my front door, which was ringing repeatively. Now who could be bothering me now? I open the door only to find that troublesome red head,
Haruma Otone:
Haruma and I knew eachother since high school. We attended public school instead of a private (like the one I am teaching in now.), so it was more likely to find people like him there: so out-going, it's dangerous. I was alone for the good chunk of high school, being that kid with an individual education plan, people avoided me because they knew. But, it's not like I cared. I wasn't into the things that they were into back in the day. As simple as that. Now, because I had such a label, that didn't make me stupid. I'm the one who's actually teaching at a private school now! And they said I could never do it, but mind you, I had to work extra hard. But I wasn't completely alone. I had Haruma... We met in Grade 12 academic calculus. Haruma was always the type of person who would cause nothing but harm for the teacher. At first, people thought he was funny, back in grade nine, but they eventually got tired of him and his Tom foolery. So him being alone too, he decided to bother me about it... And from grade twelve to today and most likely for as long as we live.
I glanced around the area outside of the doorway to find a hot rod parked in the drive-way. I focus upon the bike, it's a two-seater... That has got to be the most... Not straight thing he has ever done... Yet... It's not wrong, I just don't swing that way. But to all the homophobic morons that see me holding onto my friend from behind, don't get carried away... I look towards him now, seeing him in some sort of stereotypical bikers outfit: the casual tatters leather and jeans, bandanas and chains hanging off his neck, leather gloves with studded knuckes and a flame imprint. You get the idea... In his left hand carried an extra motorcycling helmet, and in his right he is carrying a garbage bag.
"Hey bud," he began, in past me, how did you do on your first day of baby-sitting." he tittered. That was unnecessary, what gives him, the one without a job, the right to insult my line of work?
"I'm teaching teenagers, you moron..." I growled, how did I get stuck with this guy? Fate?
"Well, I'm sorry, but I cant tell the difference between the two. I mean, teachers take care of children too, right."
"Not, we educate them."
"... To change their own diapers?"
"NO!"
"... Then what kind baby-sitter are you?"
"..."
"... Kiyoteru, that's not very professional diaper changer-like of you..."
"Haruma, they're teenagers. I'm sure they don't need diapers anymore!"
"... I'm sure they would if they if they could... I know I would..."
... Um... Awkward Turtle...
I sweatdropped at that ridiculous opinion of his as he unecessarily makes himself comfy in a house he wasn't invited into... I should really get prepared next time he does that... A surveillance camera and a hidden turret might do the trick!
He made himself a bowl of cereal and ambled his way over to my living room.
"Hey Kiyo, you never really told me how your first day of baby-sitting was!" he reminded me. I bit-No-CHOMPED my lower lip to restrain myself from hitting him with something. It was a little hard not to talk about what happened yesterday: Ritsu twisted my nipples, kicked me the groin, made me go on a wild duck hunt for my keys (that he stole), crushed me beneath his weight, crashed his bike into my car (which he won't admit, but if I say anything else, I might die), now I dont even have a car, I walked up four flights of stairs trying to help Hanako in high heels, that she can hardly walk in, so she kept falling down the stairs most of the time, Meiko starts pulling off cheesy pick-up lines, and Lily gave me her phone number... I think that is something to discuss about, but not with Haruma. I guess the farthest I could with him is telling him that no one paid attention... I cleared my throat as if I was going to give a speech, but I'm not.
"Well, no one really paid attention to me..." I wheezed. Haruma cupped his eyes in his hands, I could see that very smile that his beams when I said something, apparently stupid. I really should have kept my mouth shut.
"That doesn't surprise me... I saw this coming" He claimed very dryly.
"What do you mean?" I crossed my arms, getting a little defensive, preparing his next attack.
"You are a geeky, slightly anti-social, snobby nerd with no sense of style... I mean, blue tie with a suit... Seriously?..." he said bluntly. Ouch. "Do you want to be recognized?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. Oh, he doesn't know the half of how my first day actually went. But, I was a little too shocked of how blunt he was, so I just nodded speechlessly like an idiot.
He began again, "Perfect.", as he clawed his way inside the garbage bag and presented me to a matching outfit to his own. Is he crazy? Now I feel like such a woman, especially since I was given a pair of skinny jeans and belted platform boots... I am the butt-monkey to Haruma and his crazy shennanagens. I just go along with it anyway, if it makes me cool... But riding on the same bike as Haruma is a little too awkward, even for me. I checked my phone for the time... Which happened to be eight thirty. Okay, I might as well hitch a ride, what other choice do I have?
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Lily's P.O.V.
I was sleepless last night for three of the various reasons:
First, I found out that Iroha was... A lesbian... It was kind of uncomforting knowing that I was sleeping in the same house and room as her. She tosses and turns alot, so at one point, she was a little too close... I don't mind lesbians, Hell, I even made out with another chick at a hardcore party that was hosted by the grade twelves... But, I was drunk... And I'm not an alcoholic mess like Meiko and Haku are... And it was also a little hurtful that she never expressed her feelings for Miki to her friends. But, something always told me, deep down inside, that she wanted something from Miki. It was especially signalled to in neon lights that she was jealous of Ritsu. Everyone knew she was, but she was indenial.
Secondly, I can hardly wait for club night. Loud music, sweaty bodies grinding. It's hot. I am actually famous around the school for hosting killer parties, so I consider myself fairly popular! But only among the senior grades, other than them, Miku and her clique swipe away the rest of the crowd.
And Finally, my sexy math teacher was in the house next door, and that revved my engine. But, he isn't exactly my cup of tea... Yet! I see a geeky teacher, but through those glasses I see a super hot guy as well as super shy, but through that shell I see potential. If you think I'm crazy, you're crazy, because I'm good at telling this stuff from experience. And yes, I was a super nerd, just like him. But then I met Meiko... That should explain that dramatic transition into who I am today. Tadah! I think that if I take him clubbing, I might change him the way that Meiko changed me. But, I don't plan on being a couple for too long. It's kind of boring being with the same guy for years. I need some ADVENTURE, if you know what I mean.
Suddenly, I hear a motor running outside the house. It sounds as if it's coming from Mr. Hiyama's house. I climb over the 'sleeping beauties' and peek outside the... Window..
Hot damn!
I just spotted Mr. Hiyama, in skinny jeans, hop onto a motorcycle with another man. His style was nothing like yesterdays. It's still a retro stlye, but a tad bit more bad ass! Super cool! I watched the motorcycle drive off, feel something run down my upper lip area. I rubbed under my nose with a manicured finger and it just so happens that my nose is slighty bleeding. So uncool! I step over my sleeping friends once again to reach for one of Iroha's Hello Kitty imprinted tissue boxes. Damn, what's with this girl and Hello Kitty? As I reached over Gumi to pinch on a tissue, I tripped over her. Really Uncool!
Gumi risen up slowly and wiped her eyes. She better not see me like this. Oh no, what the Hell do I do now? I swiftly turned away from her as I blew my nose into the napkin. I was hoping that she might do her own thing because I was blowing my 'snotty' nose, but she ambled over to me, probably because she has never seen anyone blow thier nose before.
"Lily, what'cha doin'?" She asked, trying peek over my shoulder.
"Blowing my nose... I'm a little sick."
"... Then why is it all red 'n' stuff?"
Oh crap, Lily. Think of something quick..
"Because it felt like being red, Gumi, maybe next time, it will be purple!" I lied. That was insanley stupid. NOBODY would have ever fallen for that one.
"Oh." she hummed, amuzed to put at the least. "Well I hope that my snot someday turns purple someday!"
I always thought Gumi was a little bit stupid, but this was unexpected.
"Oh maybe it will~!" I lied again.
"Yeah yeah, and maybe blue, and pink, and maybe even RAINBOWS!"
"Lily's lying to you, Gumi..." Iroha interuppted, quite lazily too since she was rising from her sleep.
Gumi nodded silently. Iroha folded her arms and smirked.
"It's clear that Lily bled from her nose."
"SHUT UP!" I defended.
"I knew it~!" she chirped.
"Iroha, if you tell ANYONE about this, I will beat you, child."
She paused for a bit.
"Yes, okay. But you're going have to something for me."
"What could that be?"
"Can you make it easier for Mr. Hiyama to like me?"
What? Is she stupid?
"Why is this?" I asked, keeping my cool.
"Because, Miki will get jelous of him easier. Miki, deep down inside knows that she wants me. So, I know her enough. She would step in and take action. Just like she did when my parents left me~!"
Wow... What a nut-case. Well, I'll see if I could split him in two for either me or Iroha. Most likely me though, because Iroha's thought processing is a little creepy.
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Everthing I had was packed and ready, I waited for Iroha to get herself ready and Gumi... was doing... Gumi-like things... I waited on living room couch, sitting with one of her 43 cats, Kiki. Kiki likes people, so she strolled lazily over on my lap and made herself comfortable there. Stupid Iroha and her cats, why does she have so much?
[BEEP BEEP~!] my phone sang. I must be recieving a text right now who could it be? I snatched my phone and flipped it open.
[From Miki - Hey Lily, where are you guys right now? Don't we normally meet eachother at the bus stop to get to school?]
Uh oh... We're late.
[From Lily - Hey you~! :P. Where are you right now?]
[From Miki - School, Its 8:45...]
[From Lily - Yeah, we'll be there soon. But yeah, how's life?]
[From Miki - Oh, it's swell~! I slept over at the Vipper mansion last night for the very first time-
- I can think of many down falls for Miki sleeping at the Vipper Mansion. One, Vippers are mean bullies, I don't know what potential she sees in them, but they're nothing but creeps to me. Two, since she's in the upper class, she's risking her life sleeping in a house with Tei in it. Three, Ted is a pervert. And four, Iroha is an emotionally ticking time bomb, it already pisses her off enough that Miki likes Ritsu, but to find out that she slept there-oh boy!-
-and we made Mr. Hiyama a gift basket~!]
[From Lily - What did you give him?]
[From Miki - We packed him with lots of stuff: cookies, chocolate crisps, this "instant coffee" stuff-
- Instant Coffee?-
-a gift card, a cherry pie, and an apple~!]
... Her gift basket totally 1-upped ours. But, I think my phone number still 1-upped everybodies...
[From Miki - So yeah, Lily, can I talk to you when you actually get to school? My phone is half dead. See ya~! ;D]
And like that, our conversation was over. Well, Miki has done the incredibly stupid and slept at the Vippers. But, I'm good at keeping secrets, no? I bit my lip as Iroha stepped out of the kitchen with her bags ready. She seemed so eager to go to school today, probably to see Miki. She must be sooooo envious (She wasn't even there last night).
No worries Miki, I can keep secrets, no?
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Speaking of secrets, that reminded me of the fake identidies I made. I should bother Meiko about it today, she never really answered my question yesterday.
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Hanako's P.O.V.
There I sat in the discipline hall with Meiko, I called her in on her disrespect towards Mr. Hiyama. I feel a little bad for him. I mean, my first day wasn't even that bad. Students didn't pay attention at first, but here he has Ritsu making the teaching experience look like Hell for him, Meiko is pulling off her michevious polts once again. I swear, it's almost like I have to mother her most of the time. I've been doing that since when she started highschool. Meiko slouched in her chair, drumming her fingers against the desk as if she was tapping the seconds of when she was going to escape.
"Meiko," I started nervously. "Do you remember what you did to Mr. Hiyama?"
"Who?" she knitted her eyebrows in confusion.
"That math teacher you were hitting on."
"Oh yeah!" she snapped her fingers.
"Yes, I want you to go apologize to him."
"Who the hell do you think I am?" she spat.
"Denitely not Kamina." I retorted sarcastically.
... We sat there in silence... I guess she doesn't watch anime...
"Seriously Meiko," I cough clearing my throat. "You are a senior student, you should set an example for the juniors. That would be a good thing, especially since you are in junior coarses."
"Yeah, and you could set an example of being a better person for the rest of the students by being a better person!" she remarked fairly snarky.
"And how do you think I do that?"
"By getting me NOT in trouble."
"That's not my fault, Ms. Sakine."
"Yeah, but maybe if you were in my position, you would understand."
"Meiko, wasn't he clear enough that he wasn't comfortable with you teasing him like that."
"Oh I saw it alright..."
"Then why didn't you stop?"
"Y'know. First glimpse of Mr. Hiyama, I knew right away that he was a geek with no social life. So, I just wanted a reaction."
That's just mean. I hope that girl smartens up, I'm not saying I have faith in her. But a little hope might boost the chances by a little bit. I have had this girl last year, and I must say, she is hard to keep up with. I'm shocked that she hasn't even been expelled yet! Actually, she was in grade two when I was in grade eight, and everyday she would get called up to the principal's office. Poor little Luka came to me all the time, crying, to express her anger towards her silly competitions (we were reading partners when I was in grade eight, we became a little close since then. So we kept in contact). And she still comes to me to express herself (Not with tears, I think she has toughened up a little bit!). I huffed in some breath and exhaled, waiting for that crazy vice principal to come down and scold her. I was growing tired of her actions immensely. And pick on a new teacher who was already bullied in the first place is just low. I lifted myself from the chair, she sank a bit as I rose over her. Meiko is a coward, anyone who would do such a thing is a coward. They just can't stand up for themselves, so they prove their 'bravery' by making other people cowards. That's just pathetic. I folded my arms across my chest and glared down at her.
"Meiko, you're a coward, grow up." I admitted bluntly, hinting skeptisism in my voice. I wasn't supposed to say that. But she doesn't care. She had the nerve to step up to meet me face to face.
"Bite. Me." she growled, lowered and deep. There was a cunning smirk that swept across her face, I knew she was taunting. Oh if only I could hit her, my anger says yes, and my morality says... Maybe. We stared down eachother, I could see that spark flying of the tension that was given. If looks could kill, I would be dead first. She doesn't like me very much. Suddenly, the door swung open. So suddenly that it startled both of us. I took a good glance of Misaki, the Vice Principal. Strands of jet-black hair fell out of her bun, her glasses were crooked. She must have rushed. Man, she's getting old.
"I'm here, and I heard everything, Meiko. Thank you Ms. Kotobuki." she claimed. I smiled at her.
"No Mrs. Sohma, thank you." I greeted as I ambled out of the room. I headed over to the front doors. I want to know if Kiyoteru is there, I want to tell him that I took care of that troublesome Meiko. I hope he didn't skip out on work today, dealing with Ritsu may be hard. But eventually, Ritsu will get bored of his behavior anyway, he's just like a little boy in that sense! Am I right? I stood near the front doors and let kids rush by me, it was all a blur of different colors: green, pink, red, and many others. But I'll possibly never find someone like Kiyoteru, it's his hair color that makes him stand out. That's what I think. As students passed by, I heard a faint conversation between two girls.
"Oh my gosh did you just see that?" the one asked.
"Yeah. The two guys on the motorcycle? That's so hot!" the other one blurted.
... I've got to see this...
I slid my way in between the passing bodies and slipped out of the door. There they were. In matching outfits (though, one was in skinnier jeans...). I'm asuming they're a same-sex couple. They parked the bike and slid off, if my eyes aren't decieving me, the one in skinny jeans waved at me. Do I know him? I crept over to the couple, unassured of any familiarity. They both took off their helmets... Kiyoteru? I did not see that bit of information coming... I walked over to Kiyoteru and his husband as he walked over to me.
"Hey, Hanako." he smiled sweetly.
"Umm. Hey, Kiyoteru." I hesitated, smiling wryly. It's not that it bothers me, number one, I really did NOT see that coming. And two, I don't know why, but it somehow hurt. Maybe because he found love before me? I don't know, and neither should I care. I stepped two steps closer, my heart ached. It does hurt, I am a little envious. Envy. That's what it is. I feel an arm sling onto my shoulders out of the blue. I peeked over nervously, my heart beat a little faster because I wasn't used to this type of body language. I spotted a scarlet red haired, neon green eyed man in the same outfit as Kiyoteru. That must be his partner. He leaned in a little closer, it was a bit uncomfortable . Especially since Kiyoteru was right there.
"Am I dead, 'cause you must be an angel." he murmured, leaning in closer. Was he just hitting on me? In front of Kiyoteru. I felt a shiver slide up my spine. What nerve. But am I really that pretty?
"Haruma, what do you think you're doing?" Kiyoteru hissed. I nudged him away from me.
"Yes, I barely know you, and why on front of your husband?" I demanded.
... Or not...
"Aren't you two together or something?"
... Definitely not...
"What made you think that?" Kiyoteru knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. I could see that he was slightly embarassed, he blushed slightly as he sweat-dropped. Haruma on the other hand cocked and eyebrow and was just as embarassed as Kiyoteru.
"Well, what was I supposed to think? You two were riding on a motorcyle together in matching outfits!" I huffed defensively. Kiyoteru swiftly coiled to Haruma and scowled.
"You are a moron..." he told him. Haruma scratched the back of his head, as if he had no idea what he was talking about.
"Well sorry Kiyo," he started, then glancing over to me with a boastful smile, keeping his hand still behind his head. "you didn't have a car in the first place and the only way you could ever keep up to my cool is if I dressed you alike to myself." he claimed. I don't notice a thing 'cool' about it. I liked Kiyoteru just the way he was. He's different. I like that.
"Why?" I questionned Haruma on his intelligence. I wanted to see if he had the 'wits' to come up with a good excuse.
"Well, he was complaining on how no one paid any attention to him. So why not communicate with your students better starting with the selection of style?" he explained. Is he crazy? He would be a laughing stock. I stepped a smidgen up to Kiyoteru. My arm brushed against the front of his leather jacket. Here comes that ache again. I gulped to numb down that very frusterating pain.
"Kiyoteru." I spat. He tilted his head down to have a better look at me. "I like you just the way you are." I blurted out. He smiled again sweetly, my whole chest ached. I placed my hand on my neck and it throbbed. What is this?
"Well thanks Hanako!" he smiled like a cocky little boy this time. He then turned over to Haruma, who was texting, and pointed at him. "HA! You hear that? I don't have to listen to you anymore!" he bragged to his friend who was mostlikely no listening. Well, that totally ruined that moment...
"But what are you going to do about that uniform?" I asked him, cocking up my eye brow. He then walked over to his suitcase-No-his two suitcases and came to me lifting one up.
"I brought another suitcase filled with clothes just in case I made a fool of myself." he told me. He then ambled past me into the school. I could only simle softly as I followed him in.
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We made our seperate way; Kiyoteru was off to his first period first year science, and I was off to my workspace because I have prep right now. I headed down that very direction when I spotted a little girl wandering around the offices. Her hair color was the exact same as Kiyoterus. Strange. That's rare. She seemed to be in the school uniform as well. Hmmm.
"Excuse me, little miss?" I called and got her attention. "Are you lost?" She nodded firmly. She was such a cute little girl, where is her mother? I ambled over and knelt down to her level.
"Where is your mother?" I inquired.
"I took the bus." she informed simply.
"That's pretty dangerous to be going in pub-"
"I already know not to talk to strangers." she interrupted dull "So, what gives you the right to walk up to me and give me directions? For all I know, you could give me directions to your van so that you could drive off with me and take advantage of me like the sick pervert you might be."
... Smart one, huh?...
"I'm a teacher." I corrected, a little annoyed.
"Teachers can be weirdos too."
"But, I'd get fired..."
"They do it anyway."
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This conversation was becoming a little bit strange: talking about pedophilia with some know-it-all little girl. I think she's giving me a hard time
"Who are you anyway?" I questionned.
"A former gifted student from Sunflower Elementary School. Now I am currently a a second year student here." she bragged "Something that you probably never achieved". Gifted child genius she says. No wonder she's so snobby, she probably thinks she's better than me because it's difficult getting into highschool when you're under the double digits... How... Cute? But, she just insulted me right in front of my face. It isn't intellegence that got you in those courses honey, it's your money that made it up... Well, she does seem intellegent for how old she appears to be. I guess I am a bit envious of her success, but really I should be happy for her. Well, it was still meant to hurt my feelings.
"Fine then. I guess I'm just too stupid to show you around, or even I'll get lost." I bluffed.
"Fine enough." She snorted
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"Have fun getting lost." I smiled as I turned away slowly and pretended to leave. I can't leave any child lost.
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"Don't leave..." I heard her demand. Captain of the Ship, are you? I turned around to listen to what she has to say now.
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"I can walk you around the school so you don't get lost..." she offered. Shyly. She was probably hiding the fact that she was actually lost, but she's too embarassed to admit it publicly. That was cute.
"For the wholw day?" I added. I want to show her at least of what classes she has to get to.
"...Yes..." she grumbled as her cheeks became rosier and rosier. How did I see this coming.
"Fine then. My name is Hanako Kotobuki. Just call me Ms. Kotobuki. What is your name?"
"Yuki Kaai."
Yay~! Yuki has officially appeared in the story~!
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