Want a Pineapple, Sensei?
Chapter Three

Fran sat down on his bed, looking around the room. The sun had set, leaving everything a cool blue color. His broken lamp flickered, lighting up the room as frequently as lightning struck the forest- and that wasn't exactly a common thing.

The student picked up a book from his nightstand, as well as a pen, and opened it to a new page.

'December third,' he began, 'Thursday.'

'It's been a while since my last entry in this stupid diary. I don't get what Grandma's thinking. Why do I need to use something to get out my feelings when I have no trouble expressing myself?

'I had a good day. Except for the detention. But detention was kinda fun too, so... Hm. I dunno. What do I have to say? I don't like school, or homework, or any of that, but I'm always doing stuff like that. Why do I have to do stuff I don't want to do?

'Then again, I go to school because I can see sensei. I always like sensei. He's nice, and...'

Fran scratched out everything after 'to school because,' and set the book back down, before crawling into the bedsheets. "Grandma can't know," he told himself, "about my feelings for sensei."

"Mew!"

Fran sat up again, and opened the window. A little, orange tabby hopped into the house and snuggled up against the student. Fran smiled and petted the kitten. He'd been secretly helping the little stray whenever he saw it. He'd even given it a nickname.

"Good evening, Pineapple-sensei."

"Mew!"

Fran lied back down, and let the cat curl up next to him. He turned off the flickering lamp and closed his eyes. "Good night."

Morning...

"Mew! Mew!"

SCRATCH SCRATCH SCRATCH.

Fran sighed and sat up, then opened the window, and 'Pineapple-sensei' happily bounced out, before bounding across the fields and into the woods.

The teal-haired boy smiled and got up, then started getting changed.

"Fran! Breakfast is almost ready! Are you even up?"

"Yeah, Grandma!" Fran called, fumbling with his button-up shirt. After fighting a battle with his clothes, Fran managed to make it out into the kitchen.

"Oh, Fran, look at that tie. Haven't you gotten the hang of this, yet?" his Grandma asked, helping Fran with the necktie. Fran smiled sheepishly.

"I tried," he said.

"Hurry up and eat, Fran, you'll be late for school."

"You too, Grandma. The grass will grow without you if you don't pick up the pace," Fran said, taking a seat. His comment resulted in a swat with rolled up newspaper.

Fran ate quickly, then picked up his bookbag and bustled out, calling, "Later!"

"Be a good boy, Fran!"

"No thanks!"

Fran ran off, then slowed down once he got onto the main path to school. He sighed. "Why was I running again?" he wondered out loud.

"Fran!"

The boy turned to see Belphegor, running up beside him. "What's up?" the supposed prince asked.

"A couple clouds and a pidgeon. Why do you ask?" Fran said.

"Fran," Bel sighed, grinning. "How are you?"

"I'm stuffed with three and a half eggs plus a quarter of charred bread. How are you?" the teal-haired boy replied.

"Shishishi. I'm good," Bel told his friend, "A little late for school."

"Oh. That's why I was running," Fran recalled. He nodded at Bel, and they took off.

Approaching the school building, they slowed down. Mrs. Superbia was talking to the principal when they approached. "Boys, there's a minute before the bell rings, you better get in there!" the principal said. Bel and Fran acknowledged him and Squalo's mother, then dashed inside.

"What do you think they were talking about?" Bel wondered aloud as they moved along.

"They're probably setting up a date," Fran replied quietly, "You know how desperate she is."

"No, I don't," Bel said.

"Me neither. But my Grandma would be real desperate if I was a fish-brain like Squalo."

They stopped in front of their classroom, and Bel opened the door for Fran like a proper gentleman.

The bell rang just as Fran stepped inside.

"All right, boys, you were just a second too late. Take your seats, I'll be giving you both tardies," Mukuro said.

"Stupid pineapple-head," Fran muttered, sitting down in his back-of-the-room seat. Bel walked to the back of the classroom as well and took his seat beside Chikusa.

"Okay, everyone. Take out your science textbooks," Mukuro ordered. Fran's head hit the desk. "Something wrong, Fran?"

"I left my Algebra book at home, stupid sensei, I didn't know it was Tuesday!"

"Fran! First of all, it's Friday, and I asked for your SCIENCE book," Mukuro told the student.

"Oh."

"Idiot," Ken coughed, and a couple surrounding kids chuckled softly.

Fran rolled his eyes, and got out his textbook, then raised his hand. "What, Fran?" Mukuro asked, writing the page number on the board. Fran put his hand down.

"Nevermind."

"VOI! ROKUDO-SENSEI, WHAT PAGE?" Squalo screamed. Mukuro tried to keep his calm, and he pushed up his glasses, turning around.

"Page one hundred sixteen."

Fran glanced at Bel, and the prince nodded, then prodded Squalo in the side, and whispered something to him. Squalo blushed lightly, then screamed, "VRAI! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT STUPID IDEA?"

Bel whispered something else.

"MY MOTHER WOULD NEVER GO OUT WITH THAT QUACK!"

"Squalo!" Mukuro shouted, "Please lower your voice!"

Squalo growled something about Bel's mom, then settled down. Bel, looking slightly offended, glanced back at Fran and shrugged. Fran sighed and turned forward again. He was really hoping he'd gotten a good rumor to spread.

Lunch...

"Hey, Squalo, you wanna hang out at lunch?" Bel asked the delinquent. Squalo rolled his eyes.

"I DON'T WANT TO 'HANG OUT' WITH FRAN'S BOYFRIEND, THANK YOU."

"He's not my boyfriend," Fran protested, poking the shark in the back. "Jerk. I'm offended."

"Come on, you guys, go out to lunch. I have grading to do," Mukuro called. Squalo left immediately, and Fran sighed.

"I'm so gonna get him back for mistaking you for my bf," Fran said, "I'm going to squirt cheese down his pants at P.E."

"Fran," Bel said, "Don't."

"Ugh. Fine. I'll make it squirtable pudding. But I'm going to get him back for that, 'cause I'd never go out with a maniac like you."

"Thank you," Bel said as they walked out of the classroom. "I mean, you're not my type."
"And it's not like we're gay," Fran pointed out as they walked.

"Well..."

"Bel, are you gay?"

"What? No! But you are," Bel snickered, "You've got the hots for sensei."

Fran snorted. "Sensei's a woman in a man's body."

"Sure," the blonde replied.

Fran suddenly paused, then groaned. "Sorry, Bel. Lunch detention."

"Shishishi. Okay, Froggy."

"Stop that."

Fran turned around and started walking back to the classroom. He walked in, and announced, "Sensei! I remembered!" Mukuro looked up, and smiled at the student.

"Well, at least someone did," he sighed, writing 'present' under Fran's name.

Fran took the seat closest to Mukuro's desk, as usual, gazing about the room. "Looks like it's just you, me, and the air we breathe," Fran said with a grin. Mukuro nodded absently, before sitting down at his desk.

"All right... I know how to work with you," Mukuro sighed. "Write something."

"Something?" Fran repeated.

"Yeah, anything," Mukuro clarified, "You don't have to turn it in. You could draw something, if you want. I don't mind."

"Nice detention," Fran mumbled, taking a paper and pencil from his bag and starting to doodle. As he became absorbed in the picture of him and his kitten, he was unaware of Mukuro walking over and looking over his shoulder. The teacher smirked as Fran drew an arrow to the tabby that said 'Pineapple-sensei.'

"Is that your cat?" Mukuro asked. Fran jumped.

"Hey! Pineapple head, no peeking!" he complained.

"Shh. Answer the question."

Fran, blushing slightly, muttered, "He's a stray kitten that I take care of."

"Kufufu...," Mukuro chuckled. "He's beautiful."

And Fran knew it.

-End Chapter

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