Hello beautiful people, thanks for reading my horrible array of strange stories. Enjoy the following.
Mrs. Ichizu hated the twins with a passion.
She was a sour woman to everyone, really, but to Hikaru and Kaoru, she was terrible.
Mrs. Ichizu had a bad memory and horrid eyesight, but the twins barely felt bad for her. They thought that maybe she was just frustrated with her fading mind and vision, and that was why she acted out toward them, but at the same time, she just seemed to hate teaching.
She was always so sarcastic and harsh. It wasn't unknown for a girl to come out of Mrs. Ichizu's classroom crying. Sometimes that woman took it too far.
Hikaru and Kaoru got the brunt of her viciousness. One sound from them in her classroom, and off to the principal they went.
So when being as sweet and obedient as possible did nothing but give them detention and more than a few scathing words, Hikaru and Kaoru decided to fight fire with fire.
Sure, that's never supposed to be a good answer to that sort of problem. But what else were they supposed to do?
Plus, they had to get their energy out somewhere during the school day.
So, as Hikaru sat attentively in his desk, his eyes trained on Mrs. Ichizu, who was picking up papers from one pile and placing them in another at the other end of her desk, Kaoru coughed.
That cough was a signal.
Hikaru immediately dropped to his hands and knees. Kaoru did the same.
You see, Mrs. Ichizu did that thing with the papers every day. She would take a perfect pile of papers and place them a few papers at a time at the other end of her long metal desk. It was a sort of tick, really.
So when Hikaru heard the signal from Kaoru, he knew what to do. They had planned it earlier that day.
The plan was simple.
Get Mrs. Ichizu out of the room.
Though the plan was simple, it also involved Kaoru cross-dressing as a woman.
It really was a wonderful plan.
As Hikaru crawled toward the cold grey desk, the other students in the room were stifling their laughter.
Kaoru crawled toward the door, turning his head every few seconds to make sure he wasn't seen.
When Hikaru was settled in front of the desk and Kaoru was at the door, they gave one another a thumbs up.
Then they continued.
Kaoru disappeared from the room as Hikaru peered warily over the desk.
As Mrs. Ichizu turned to pick up more papers, Hikaru reached over quickly and grabbed the new pile. He waited for Mrs. Ichizu to notice, but she didn't. He then placed those papers back onto the original pile.
He continued the cycle for a few minutes, Mrs. Ichizu never realizing her new pile wasn't growing any larger.
Hikaru heard her mumble to herself about déjà vu and froze, horrified that she had discovered what was happening.
He was saved by a loud knock at the door.
He smiled to himself. He had done it, he had stalled her long enough.
Hikaru turned to face the door and choked back his guffaw. He slapped a hand hard over his mouth, his eyes watering as his shoulders shook with tremors of laughter.
The rest of the class lost it. The room was filled with giggles.
"Shut up!" Mrs. Ichizu screeched at her students. They all bit their tongues, their laughter barely contained.
Standing in the doorway was Kaoru.
Kaoru was dressed in a long yellow skirt and a white button up shirt, which was filled with two lumpy "breasts" that appeared to be rolled up socks.
His face was plastered with smudged makeup.
His feet were squeezed into too small heels about two inches high, which were making him wobble enormously.
And to top the look off, he was sporting a terribly messy black wig.
"Excuse me," Kaoru started in an awful high pitched voice, "Are you Mrs. Ichizu?"
"I am." Mrs. Ichizu said with a confused face.
"Eh, I was told you would be away this entire week. The school board said you had been given a complementary vacation for all of your hard work." Kaoru screeched as he wobbled cautiously into the classroom.
"Is that right. And who are you?" Mrs. Ichizu asked suspiciously as she strode toward Kaoru.
Kaoru took a few steps back, almost stumbling over his heels.
"Uh, M-Ms. Onoru, substitute teacher."
"Hm. Well, it's about time the board recognized my hard work! Take over missy, I'm getting the hell out of here." Mrs. Ichizu growled and she picked up her purse and rushed from the room, almost knocking Kaoru over in the process. Hikaru stood and rushed over to the door, clicking it closed softly.
Then the class exploded with laughter.
Kaoru grinned and ripped the wig off of his head as he stepped out of his shoes, making his way toward his brother, who was doubled over with laughter.
"I can't believe that worked. When do you think someone will find out?" Kaoru chuckled.
"I don't know, probably tomorrow." Hikaru sighed as he wiped his eyes.
"That's a great look for you Kao."
"Shut up."
"Kaoru, Hikaru, do you have any idea how much trouble you have caused?"
The twins looked solemnly up at their principal, barely able to hide their smiles.
They couldn't help it.
They were legends in school.
They had taught their class about basic addition for an entire week.
What a surprise Mrs. Ichizu had had when she walked into class Monday morning to see that her two most hated students were at the board teaching her class how to add two plus two.
I based Mrs. Ichizu on both my fifth grade science teacher who was fired not too long ago for cursing and throwing a student's book bag across the room in class (lol) and a teacher my father had as a kid.