Want a Pineapple, Sensei?
Chapter Four

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And I'm truly sorry. I meant to upload during the week, but due to my own personal... issues... I found myself with little motivation to do just about anything all week. DX This is why I hate romance. But that's MY life! Back to the STORY!

Fran walked out of his classroom, heading for the roof. Mukuro had been generous to allow Fran an early let out from detention- probably so flattered at having a kitten named after him- so the teal-haired boy was going back to wherever Bel was.

"Bel?" Fran said as he stepped out onto the roof. The prince waved to him from a ways over, sitting with another of their sort of, but not really friends, Lussuria. He was known partly for being the romantic advisor, but mostly for being gay.

"Fran! I think you need to talk to this gay- I mean guy!" Bel called, still trying to flag him down. Fran, heaving a sigh, decided to give Lussuria a chance.

"All right, baldy, what do you have to say?" Fran asked, sitting down beside the two. Lussuria frowned.

"My hair is in style!" he announced.

"Whatever," Fran snorted. "Maybe for chicks."

"You've seen a girl with a bald head?" Bel asked. Fran thought for a moment.

"Well, there's Grandma."

"She's not bald."

"You want me to squirt ham down your pants, is that it?" Fran asked, glaring at the prince. Bel thought for a moment.

"Mm... ham..."

"Fran," Lussuria started, "I think that you're very brave."

"Why? Cuz I use squirtable ham?"

"No. No, I mean, ... sensei," Lussuria said, winking under his sunglasses. Fran sighed.

"Bel. You told the gaylord of the school?"

"I thought you needed help," Bel replied.

"He's the gossip queen!" Fran complained.

"Don't worry, Fran, I would never spill a romance secret," Lussuria hummed, tapping his index finger against his lip.

"Sure," Fran said sarcastically. "Just like you aren't bald."

"I'm not! I have a shaved head," Lussuria replied, "And we're off topic. Fran, you should tell him."

"Why on Jupiter would I do that?" Fran asked.

"Because he likes you, too," Lussuria told the other in a regal-sounding voice that made Bel jealous.

"I highly doubt that," Fran deadpanned, getting out the peach that he'd managed to take before dashing off to school. "He's a teacher with girls- old and young- drooling all over him. He has no intrest in guys, let alone guys that are his students."

"My, Fran, you just CAN'T read body language," Lussuria sighed. "Have you ever noticed that he twitches whenever you say something?"

"Maybe because he's annoyed with me-"

"No, that's because he can't stand the beauty of your voice," Lussuria interrupted, "And he's constantly getting you in trouble..."

"Cuz I'm a bad kid-"

"No! He loves to spend time with and interact with you," the gay man continued. "Oh, and how he's always smiling at you with that kind of creepy face?"

"He does that to everybody-"

"NO! Just you, Fran!" Lussuria shouted. Fran dropped his peach at being startled.

"Aw man I dropped my peach. Lussuria, you made me drop my peach. I wanted that peach."

"Fran?" Bel started.

"What."

"That's an apricot."

"I don't care," Fran muttered, picking it back up and dusting it off with his emergency pencil.

"Have you been listening to me, Fran?" Lussuria asked. Fran nodded, eating his entire lunch (the apricot) in one bite. He swallowed.

"I think that you're crazy," Fran said, "Sensei's only now realizing that I'm not as bad as Squalo and that maybe I can change my ways. ... He's a featherbrain for thinking that, though. I'm not going to change. Grandma says so."

"You ever think maybe your Grandma isn't always right, Fran?" Bel asked.

"Hm. She usually is, though," Fran mumbled. "And she usually hits me with her year-old newspaper when I disagree with her. But that's okay. I already know she's a squirrel anyway."

"You mean a nut?"

"That just sounds weird," Fran replied. "Hence, squirrel."

"Hey, Fran, Lussuria might have a point. What if sensei does like you?" Bel asked. The teal-haired boy thought for a little moment, trying to suppress his urge to fantasize.

"Well, I guess it means he creeps on children," Fran answered, "Whether I specifically mind that or not, it isn't cool."

"Fran, it's sooo nice to have your love for someone returned," Lussuria gushed, "I'm so jealous~."

"That's both annoying AND disturbing," Fran muttered. Almost as soon as he'd spoken, the bell rang.

"Consider it, Frannie~," Lussuria hummed, scooping up his man-purse and bustling away. Fran glanced at the blonde he was left with.

"You're a maniac," he stated.

"Whatever, dude, let's get to class," Bel replied, standing up and stretching before he began to head out. Fran followed, allowing himself a miniscule blush at the idea of sensei returning his feelings.

After school (since nothing really happened for the rest of class), Fran met up with Bel to walk home- or rather, part of the ways home. On their mutual to-school path, their neighborhoods were on opposite sides of the road, and a good distance from each other. It was set so that Fran lived a ways into the forest, and Bel's neighborhood was closer to the city.

"Did you notice sensei staring at you today? With the creepy smile?" Bel asked, grinning. Fran poked his cheek.

"You mean a creepy smile like that one? Nah," Fran answered. "But he was looking at me a lot. Bet he wanted to ask about Pineapple-sensei."

"Your kitten?" the blonde replied. Fran nodded. "How's he know about the cat?"

"Detention," Fran said, "Now stop asking so many questions. It's annoying like celery."

Bel sighed. "All right, fine. I have to turn here anyway."

"Say 'sequoia trees' to Lancia for me," Fran requested. Bel's grin widened.

"I never see him, Fran."

"Whatever. Bye!" Fran called, turning walking along the direct path to his house (instead of cutting through the forest). Fran snorted as he saw Squalo and Xanxus walking ahead, without a doubt discussing their next victim.

Speedwalking to avoid them, Fran began to wonder about Mukuro some more.

'Why would he look at me so often just cuz of Pineapple-sensei? Does he actually... like me a bit? No, no, he couldn't. He's too old for me. He isn't intrested in high-schoolers such as myself. ... Or is he?'

'December fourth, Friday,' Fran wrote, 'I'm writing again because I didn't bother to finish my last entry, and I wanted to vent about Lussuria. He's such an annoying gaylord. He thinks that... well, that's my secret. *Zips lips and stuffs the key in a turkey, then eats the turkey*

'So there are things I don't talk about. For example, there's... oh, right. Not talking. Hahaha, I'll bet I got you there. ... This is stupid. I'm going to sleep.'

Fran shut his journal and tossed it onto the ground, then opened his window and looked outside for Pineapple-sensei. The kitten was stalking something Fran couldn't see, so the teal-haired boy decided to just leave the window open and wait for the cat to come to him. He lied down in his bed, and thought.

'If sensei liked me, than would that mean that he'd like other high school boys? That would be plain wrong. Maybe everything is one-sided, just like I thought.

'... I better get to sleep before I get two point six hours again.'

-End Chapter

Okay, considering I finished this particular chapter at 7:46 in the morning, I'm going to go along and write the next one today. ... As soon as I think of something to do.