Fire & Water

***Chapter 15***

I officially hate school. Not that I didn't hate it before, but this year is torture! My legs are so freaking sore and while we were running Tsukasa kept rambling on about some show he was watching last night. Something about a show choir or glee club and a girl getting pregnant with her boyfriends best friend, but her boyfriend doesn't know. (A/N: DISCLAIMER - Don't own Glee, but it's one of the most awesome shows in the world!) Worst yet, he started singing (more like screaming) Tik Tok by Ke$ha (DISCLAIMER: Also don't own, but it's an awesome song!) Now I have the stupid song stuck in my head, and my ears are still bleeding (Lol...get it? I make up some of the worst jokes ever!)

I stumbled to find my way to the next room, but ended up lost again. This is all because after PE when Amu and I were heading to lunch, I dropped my schedule by an accident and just as I was about to pick it up, Kukai ran up to us and stepped on my paper. He stood there for 5 minutes while I was screaming my head off at him until he finally got the hint to get his dirty feet off my schedule. Seriously, that boy is the slowest boy I've ever met (I don't mean physically slow) When I picked my paper back up, it was soggy, dirty, and muddy. Apparently Kukai came from Home Ec (For some reason he claimed it to be the best class ever) They went outside and were running around. (Why would you go outside and run around in a cooking class?) So he had muddy disgusting shoes, and now my schedule is ruined and I can't even read the smudged letters. So here I am aimlessly walking around trying to find my classroom. All I can remember is that I'm going to the music room, whereever that is...

"Lost again, Rima?"

"I'm NOT lost purplehead! I'm just exploring a bit." I denied, a little irritated. I hate being wrong because I know he's always right.

"Oh really? I guess you don't want help getting to your next class then?" Nagihiko grinned.

"I'M NOT LOST." I repeated, "but I wouldn't mind another escort to carry my stuff." He shrugged and I dumpped my bags on him. "Now are you going to sit there or point out the direction?"

"Yes, your majesty." He said with a smirk. I could've sworn I heard him mutter "arrogant" as he walked by. Remind me to kick his ass later.

"Have you ever noticed that there's no teacher's name next to the Music column?" I asked. I already explained to Nagi about how Kukai destroyed my schedule, and snatched his from him. It turns out we also have Music class together.

"That's probably because Tsukasa hasn't gotten a teacher for that class yet." Nagihiko explained.

"Oh..." I took another small glance at his schedule. "Hey! I think we have Ikuto's class together too!"

"Home Ec?" I nodded. "Yeah, Kukai seems to think it's really fun."

"Ikuto's the teacher. Anything involving him is going to be insane."

"Especially since Amu has that class next too." I added.

"Oh, that's just great!" He said sarcastically. I smirked.

"Here we are princess. Room #98." I softly gripped the doorknob and slowly turned it. I searched the room, but couldn't find anyone I knew or bothered to previously recongize. I found the perfect seat next to the window in the back so I could stare out it all day without the teacher noticing. I motioned over to Nagihiko and told him to drop my bags there. Then I pulled out my IPod and started listening. It was perfect I was completely oblivious to the fact that the mystery teacher even came in the room, but I'm pretty sure I heard Nagi groan as soon as the door opened and she/he came in. I could've even labeled this as my favorite least annoying class of the day so far, until the teacher noticed me.

"Mashiro-san, please put away your mp3 player." The lady had familiar purple hair tied up in a bun and goldish brown colored eyes, qwhich seemed to remind me of a certain person sitting next to me. She was wearing a stupid summer kimono even though this was a school. What kind of adult would come to school dressed up in a kimono. Was she prepared to look like a total idiot in public. I heard a few kids snicker at me, probably because I was sitting here thinking of how stupid this lady was for the past 3 minutes, and she was getting pissed off at me for not replying.

"Who are you anyways, the teacher?" I shot back.

"Yes I am." she replied. I should've seen that one coming.

"What kind of dumb teacher comes to work in a kimono!" I blurted out. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to say and now I probably am going to get a detention, but score: Mashiro-1, Purplehair Lady-0. Eat that you stupid teacher.

"You've just earned a detention." She said between gritted teeth. I just smiled sweetly, and that irrated her even more. She snatched the IPod from my hand.

"Hey!"

"You can get this back after class."

"Asshole" murmured under my breath, but I don't think she caught that. Sjhe picked up a piece of chalk, and walked toward the chalkboard. She quickly wrote Fujisaki on the board, which kind of confused me.

"Why'd she write your name Nagi?" Up until now, I wasn't even paying attention to what he was doing, but now that I forced my attention to him I could see that his face was pale white, and he was gaping at the teacher. Earth to Nagi! Are you still alive? I shrugged and looked towards the board. Who knows? Maybe he got detention too! Yay for his first detention ever!

"You can all call me Mrs. Fujisaki!" Finally I relaized why she looked so much like Nagi, and burst into laughter.

"Your mother! That's so lame! Why didn't you tell me earlier Nagi?"

"Thanks a lot for announcing it to everyone Rima." He grumbled. "If I was lucky she could've passed as something less embarrassing like a sister."

"Mashiro-san!" Nagi's mom yelled, "Stop interrupting class!"

"What are you doing here!?" Nagi blew up at his mom. Wow. Nagi losing his cool, that's a first. I've seriously never seen him do that before. I'm guessing he didn't expect his mother to be his music teacher either, judging from his expression and what he just said like 5 seconds ago.

"What do you mean 'what am I doing'? Is it that wrong for a mother to visit her son at school?" stated as though this was a normal situation.

"Actually yes. Maybe it's okay for a visit, but becoming your son's teacher isn't what I call visiting." He said.

"If you really want to know, I thought that if I became your teacher we could get a closer relationship."

"We already have an alright relationship. Now what's your real reason?"

"Alright! I give up! I thought maybe I could use your class time to help practice on your dancing. Besides I could also use you to show off a bit here and at competitions later."

"Umm...Isn't this music class? Not dancing class?" I interrupted.

"How's this benefitial to me?" He said.

"Well...I could help you get that girl you like..."

"So your mom knows the girl you like too, but not me!" I whined. He shot his mom a glare and grabbed my hand.

"Let's go Rima. My mom needs time to work out her insanity issues."

"Wait! My IPod!"

"You can come around later to get it!" Nagi's mom suggested with a huge grin spread across her face.

"Tell her anything, and I'll kill you." Nagi said before dragging me out of the room with him.

***Nagi's POV***

"Amu-chan!" Rima greeted giving her a small hug, "Music class was the worst class ever! We have the most horrible teacher ever!"

"I agree." I mumbled. My mom is horrible. Not only did she humiliate me in fornt of the whole class, but she also almost blew my secret about how I was in love with Rima. Isn't that just great? Not entirely what I pictured as a good first day of school. Why did Rima have to laugh out loud and announce that she was my mom? But then again, it was nice hearing her laugh, it sounded so cute and musical...

"Are you okay Nagi?" Amu asked.

"Yeah. But will you be?" I said with a smirk.

"What do you mean?" And right on cue Ikuto came into the room holding a taco he was eating.

"Yo, kids." Ikuto said cooly, taking another bite of his taco. "My name's Ikuto Tsukiyomi, but just call me Ikuto. I don't like all that formal trash."

"Did he cook that? This is home ec, right?" a girl with brown hair whispered to her blond friend.

"Actually" Ikuto interrupted, "I just went to Taco Bell on lunch break. I wanted to get fish n' chips at the diner but they were out of fish, so I went to get whatever else there was."

"You mean we're in home ec, and you don't even cook your own meals?" Rima asked incredulously. He nodded a and finished up the rest of his taco.

"Tsukasa never said I get paid for cooking my own lunch. I only got to teach you kids to cook." Ikuto explained, winking at Amu who immediatly turned red as a strawberry.

"How'd you get a job as a teacher anyways?! Last time I checked, you were still in high school!" Amu exclaimed, fanning her red face with here binder.

"You know each other?" The a boy asked.

"You could say we're friends kind of." Ikuto answered, "By the way Amu, I dropped out of high school cause I spent too much time else where, like at your school here, with Easter, playing the violin,and all that other stuff. I never really liked high school anyways."

"You can't become a teacher without going through college." I argued. Ikuto sighed.

"You kiddies really don't get it. Remember cat loving Tsukasa? He got me this job. Anyways, I don't get paid for nothin so let's get started. Today we're going to cook fish n' chips, cuz I never got any. I'll test taste them all and see whichever pair makes the best fish. You'll be graded based on how it tastes." He handed out a piece of paper with a recipe on it and told us to pair up. I stared at Rima, hoping that she'd ask to work with me, but as expected she headed towards Amu.

"Sorry, but Amu's working with me." Ikuto smirked, grabbing Amu by her waist. I officially think Ikuto is the best teacher ever. Rima grumbled something and headed back to me.

"So...You wanna be partners purplehead? Only because Amu's taken!" I smiled and nodded.

"Sure Rima."

"You're good at cooking anyways, right?" I nodded. "Then we're sure to get an A+ on this. Now how do you cut this?"

"Like this." I put my hands over hers and she flinched. I ignored that, and directed where to cut. I could've sworn I saw her blush a bit, she was really cute, although she even denied the slight friendship we had. She always says she hates me, but does she really?

"Now we have to coat it in the breadcrumbs." Rima said as she took out the ingrediants. I watched as she tried to crack an egg, but the egg shell fell into the bowl. She set the shell down in frustration.

"You know what? I give up!" Rima yelled in frustration, "You make the fish and I'll make the fries."

"Alright. I got the results here. Rima and Nagihiko won, because girly boy can really cook well although chibi devil queen hardly did anything. I know I can cook, but who knew Amu sucked so badly. Maybe because she's a klutz? Anyways, Amu you suck at cooking. You get an F!" Ikuto said, halfway neglecting that Rima and I won in the second part of his announcement.

"What an F?" Amu screamed in anger at Ikuto. Ikuto smirked.

"Yup. An F, Amu. But there is a way I could make it an A."

"Really? How?" Amu squealed.

"I'll pick you up at 9 on Friday." Ikuto answered with a smirk, and again Amu turned bright red.

"Only to get my grade up." She kept muttering to herslef, but her face wouldn't turn back to a normal color.