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Damn, I hated the stupid cast on my leg. It was all Natsume-sensei's fault. He was the one who kissed me then called me childish. And the crutches! I had to use a tote bag to help me carry around books. I was actually just glad because Hotaru refrained from tripping me.

And once again, I sat in the bastards classroom, his crimson eyes never leaving my face throughout the entire lesson, the cocky smile still on his lips.

"Polka, I need to speak with you after class." Natsume-sensei said, drawing my attention away from the sakura trees outside. I faced him, glaring coldly.

"I'm sorry to decline, sensei, but I have an important meeting with my uncle concerning my grades." I stated flatly, waiting to see his reaction.

To my horror, his lip curled into an almost smile, "I didn't want to outright say it, but speaking with you after class does concern your grades. Your failing my class." My cheeks erupted in flames, and the class exploded in laughter. Stupid Natsume-sensei.

I ground my teeth together, to keep from screaming at him. Dark thoughts ebbed at the edges of my mind, regarding to how to get him fired.

The tiny smile on his lips dared me to speak up. However, I refrained. Barely.

The bell rang, and I stayed in my seat, watching everyone leave. Hotaru gave me a look, and left, with Ruka-pyon following. The door shut behind the last student, who gave me a scornful look.

I filled the silence by clicking my pen cap, repeatedly, and frowned at the equations on the board, packing useless information into my brain. What the hell did you need math for in the future?

Natsume-sensei sighed. He ran a hand through his raven locks, then loosened his tie, like he didn't know what to say.

"Well, Mikan," My name rolled off his tongue like honey, and my resolve weakened, slightly, "What to do, hmm?"

The clicking stopped, and the pen was curled into my fist, as my knuckles whitened.

"You can't tutor me! Remember how well that worked out?" I sneered, and just to prove a point, I showed him my leg. Or maybe I shouldn't have. I was wearing jean short shorts, that barely reached mid-thigh. His eyes darkened, as they worked themselves up my leg, resting in a place that was highly inappropriate. I jerked my leg back under the desk, but careful enough not to bump it. My cheeks flamed once again.

Natsume-sensei stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Yes, I do. It still seeps into my mind while I'm asleep."

I gaped at him. How could I respond to that?

Slowly, as if to infuriate me, Natsume-sensei walked around his desk, and over to me. He gripped the edge of my desk, and leaned close to me.

His scent washed over me, like a cloud of forbidden and sexiness. He had to get away from me, now.

Natsume-sensei was just an inch away from me now. I held my lower lip between my teeth, and the pen fell from my clutches. Shit.

"I want to restart the, sessions, if it pleases you so." Natsume-sensei's voice dragged me from my senses. It was deep, like chocolate, running over me into a blissful oblivion. I think my heart may have stopped working.

"Y—yes." Shit, shit, shit! Brain! Where did your determination go!

"Excellent." Natsume-sensei pulled back, and my brain and heart restarted. I growled in frustration. He was a stupid tease!

"Y—you tricked me!" I stuttered, face ablaze, eyes shining with anger.

Innocence was like a tidal wave over his face, "I don't know what you're talking about." But the curl to his lips told me different, "Shall we start now?"

"No!" I nearly screamed, slamming my fists onto the shiny desk top. My whole body shook with fury.

Natsume-sensei held up his hands in surrender, "I'm sorry, but you have no choice. I've already talked this over with your uncle, and he agrees. You need to raise your grade in math, or else you will fail eleventh grade." Damnit!

What other choice did I have? Through gritted teeth, I agreed, "Fine. I'll do it."

Damn that smile. He turned, and I saw his black pants fit his ass perfectly. I wasn't really sure why my eyes stayed trained on his ass, but they did. And he caught me.

"Like what you see?" His cockiness filled me a, confusing emotion. Did I honestly like what I saw? Duh, anyone would. But. . . He was my eleven year senior. What was I to do?

"Just start the damn lesson you bastard." I crossed my arms defiantly.

"Nice, I like 'em feisty." And there began the lesson from hell.

First off, he would not stop teasing me! Secondly, he put impossible equations on the black board! Lastly? He unbuttoned his shirt claiming it was hot. It sure as hell was now! Natsume-sensei's tie rested on the computer screen. His white shirt was undone completely, giving me a show of his chest. Toned eight-pack, with the wonderful dick line, which he kept boasting off to me.

At the end of the lesson, Natsume-sensei had reduced me to resting my head in my hands, with a pounding head-ache.

"And your homework for the night is three pages of this work book. Completed and handed in by next class." He dropped a gigantic booklet onto my desk, equaling to about 200 pages.

I gasped, "How long do you plan on keeping me in these tutoring sessions?"

"Until you know this stuff like the back of your hand."

Deciding to be frustrating, I said, "But I don't know the back of the hands. I have no clue what bones may be in my hand."

His eye twitched. "Mikan, come here. Now." Oh god, he said my name. I lost control of my body. I floated over to Natsume-sensei, crutches and all.

"What?" I breathed, gnawing on my lower lip.

And suddenly, everything was flying. Papers, staplers, office supplies everywhere. Somehow, I found myself pinned underneath Natsume-sensei, his knee in between my legs.

"A—are you crazy! What the hell are you doing sensei?"

He gave me a close lipped smile, "My doctors have proven I'm sane. Fit as a fiddle. However. . ." His voice dropped, and his eyes darkened so much they were nearly black, "Never call me sensei again. Or I just may have to check with my physiatrist on my sanity level."

"Then what do you propose I call you?" I was losing myself in his eyes.

"Natsume." And his lips were on mine. It was every school girls fantasies. A sexy teacher pining them to a desk with paper everywhere. I just wasn't sure it was my fantasy.

He pulled back and I whimpered. My eyes were half lidded, "Natsume, please."

"Gladly." And he kissed me again. And again. And again. I was completely absorbed into Natsume.

Until the phone blaringly rung out. Natsume slowly, grudgingly pulled back and answered breathlessly.

He sobered immediately, "Alright, I'll be right there." And he was off me, composing himself, and at the door.

I lay there, panting heavily, chest heaving up and down.

"I have to go. See you in class tomorrow. Oh, don't forget your homework." And he left.

"Shit!" I cursed, and smacked my broken leg against the desk. I cursed again, and glowered at the white ceiling.

I shoved Natsume out of my life. And now? I'd let him back in. I might have even created a monster. A lust crazed monster. Could things get any worse?

Yup. Guess who stood at the door way, gaping at me?

Ahahahha! How do you like that ending? Sorry for taking forever to update, I just got slightly busy. If anyone does not know what a dick line is, maybe you're too young to read T. Naw, I'm kidding. It's a line of hair leading to the dick. Yup. I said it. Do I have any Fruits Basket fans reading this? Any Kyo-kun fans? Because recently, I just got an orange male kitten, and named him Kyo. He has green eyes, not red, but c'mon, that'd be kinda creepy if he did. In fact, he's sleeping on my lap as I write this. So, please favorite (if you haven't already) review, and look out for updates on Unintentional. :D I bid you, ado.

~Emerald~