Chapter One
Crimson rubies stirred slowly. The alarm on her iPhone was downright irritating, but that's why it was there—to annoy her with an alarming sound till she woke up. A perfect relationship. The red eyed girl reached for her phone and turned the sound off. A perfect relationship with one purpose. She got up and started her morning routine—turned off alarm, take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast with family, get ready-prepared lunch from table, get schoolbag, and off to be driven to school.
"Bye Okasama, Otosama!" A Kyoto accent filled the air. She grabbed her bag from the chair and switched her shoes. And out she went through the door. Her chestnut hair was greeted with a slight breeze. She looked around her surroundings—a well to-do neighborhood. Her weekend had just finished, which meant she had to go back to the dorms. Then she heard a car beep at her. She got inside the black sedan and left.
As she arrived to the school, the door was pulled out for her by the driver. When she stepped out of the car, immediate calls to her and of her were heard all around. It was if a celebrity had arrived. She was surrounded by many girls squealing at her. Ara… She nodded thanks to the driver and led the group of fan girls away from the car for him to drive back.
This day is too normal for her. What a way to start her weekdays. She was already dreading to go back home. Sure, the attention is nice, every once in awhile. But it was so predictable. Tending to her fans every second she wished she could breathe for herself was tiring. Because of them, she can't even have a relationship, even a friendship. She couldn't tell whether who was real or not, except her co-council. She didn't sign up to be a celebrity. She took a deep breath and started her idle chitchat till her homeroom class started.
Ruby eyes glanced around the room. It was already half filled, meaning it was almost time. She excused herself from the group of girls. "Sorry, let's meet up again later to continue this, ne?" The girls squealed in delight and hastily nodded their heads and dispersed.
She made her way to her desk—dead center. No one came up to her, really, during class. Anyway, her classmates and almost everyone in her year were already used to her and her fame. No one cared to comment out of fear.
The bell had rung for class to begin but the teacher wasn't there. Murmurs were spread around. Everyone was careful to not talk to loud. The chestnut haired girl looked around analyzing the situation till she heard someone. "I heard sensei got caught having a relationship with a student and was fired on the spot." Ara, that's interesting, but horrible. She thought to herself. Finally something eventful happened, or not. At least it was interesting to hear gossip that wasn't about her. No one came. But the class was silent, for not having a teacher present.
She heard something else. "Aren't they supposed to send someone? Even a substitute? Usually they have this set-up and fixed, right? Kaichou-sama?"
She turned to their direction. "Ara, yes they do. This is a surprising turn of events."
One of the other girls laughed. "Maybe they think you can teach us." The chestnut haired girl returned a slight laugh. But there was a roar that quickly came and stopped. It silenced everyone for a second, but everyone continued on ignoring the bizarre noise.
The class ended. Still no one came. Odd. Chestnut strands filled the hallways and into a section of the school building for only staff and specific students. She entered a door that held a sign that said: Student Council.
"Bubuzuke! Have you heard?" What a great way to say 'hello, how are you.' Always straight to the point the blonde was.
"No I have not heard. What is it?" The strands stopped their flutter and sat in place in the middle front of the room, where one would expect a teacher to sit.
"There's a new teacher and had already missed one class. Geeze, are they that desperate to just hire anyone? I mean…" and blah, blah, blah. She droned about how teachers aren't hard on their students and how she basically had to teach a class because the teacher couldn't pipe them down. Heh, the blonde teaching a class. From the direction of the 'bubuzuke,' there were muffled laughs coming from her. "What's so funny, bubuzuke?"
"Nothing Suzushiro-san. Nothing at all." She straightened up.
"From my sources, the new teacher is fresh out of college and has little teaching experience." The mousey looking one stated in a flat tone. She fixated her glasses. "Also," she looked down at her laptop and started typing a few things into it, "that some of the students have already seen her and claimed that she was 'hot'."
Everyone raised their eyebrows at the new information, except the ruby eyed girl. "How did you find that out so fast?" The only boy asked.
"That's confidential."
"Yukino! We're all fiends here! Share!"
"It's 'friends' Haruka-chan." Yukino corrected, like always. "And I can't. I promised my informant that I would never reveal their identity."
And the rest of that period went on about as usual. Hmm… a hot teacher? There's such a person? This day is turning out to be eventful after all. The rest of her classes and lunch passed by like normal, except more rumors about the new teacher arose, even from some of her fans.
Then English came around. Ruby eyes scanned the classroom and noticed that there was no teacher present. Yet again, she excused herself from her groupies and entered the classroom. She sat in her usual seat, middle center. But her classmates weren't as quiet as her homeroom class. There were more 'I heard's and 'I saw's about the new teacher. "Maybe the new teacher's going to be ours." One of the boys whispered.
The bell rang. No teacher. Till a second later, a figure opened the door so fast and rushed inside. The figure was breathing very heavily, as if she just ran a mile. She was indeed the new teacher, the students buzzed. Her hair was cobalt blue, close to black. It was pin straight and reached to the end of her breasts. She was wearing a leather jacket, a tight white button-up that looked like she tried to be formal, but ended up being semi-formal, black skinny jeans with black leather fashion mid boots. She carried a black helmet with blue trimmings and a black leather messenger bag. Ruby eyes were stunned to think the rumors could be true, no they were lying. The rumors undermined her beauty.
"Phew! Made it in time." The teacher looks up to see surprised eyes watching her. She gave a slightly irritated face with a tint of redness on her snow white cheeks. "Anyways~! I'll be your new teacher. My name is Natsuki Kuga. Uh… and I have no idea as to what you guys know, so we're just going to do introductions to… help ease this transition." The teacher smiled to herself. "Any objections?" Not a peep. "Good." She placed her things on the desk and sat in a laxed position. "We'll go down the attendance list." She held up a piece of paper to signify that that was the attendance list. "Before you introduce yourselves to me, do you guys have any questions for me?" Almost all the hands flew up, which caught Ms. Kuga off guard.
"Um, okay. How about you?" She pointed to a student at the back.
"How old are you?"
"19." Ehs and surprised sounds hollered around the room. "Yah, I skipped some grades, heh. Nex--! Oh! Just cause I'm almost your age doesn't mean I won't be strict! Next!"
"So when did you get your teaching credentials?" One of the girls asked sounding in disbelief. Who wouldn't?
"A couple of months ago." More surprised sounds were uttered.
"Why are you teaching English?" One just asked without being called on.
"Because I hated it when I was in your position."
"So why teach it if you hate it?!"
"Shesh! I was kidding! It's because of the stories. You'll see what I mean sooner or later." Silence.
"Is it true you drive the Harley?"
The teacher was thumbing at her pencil and twirling around, but stopped when she heard that question. She looked at the student whom asked the question. "Please!!! I would never drive that! And don't you ever mistake my Ducati for that ever again or I'll bea—fail you!" Plate shaped eyes mirrored the teacher. No one will mistake her bike again, at least students in this class.
My turn. A devious grin formed. The chestnut haired girl raised her hand. Natsuki gestured to her, since she was the only one with her hand up. "Are you single?" She asked with a wink.
Ms. Kuga was obviously trying to suppress an incoming blush. "Uh—yes. Why?" She stammered.
"Oh, just curious is all." She smiled.
"Okay, if there aren't anymore questions, let's start taking role. When I call out your name, please re-state it to me, your age, and whatever else you want to say about yourself." Then it began.
As students were called, they got into announcing which clubs they were in. Most of the female students kept saying they were in the Fujino-kaichou fan club, which made the teacher ponder. Man this Fujino-kaichou is really something.
"Next is Shizuru Fujino?"
Unlike everyone else, the chestnut haired girl stood up to speak. Ruby eyes met emerald with an intense stare. "Shizuru Fujino—student council president, class representative and president of the tea club. I'm 17 and a Sagittarius. If you have any questions about the school or anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask me, Ku-ga-sen-sei."
Ms. Kuga blinked and slowly processed the girl's introduction. "Okay!" She snapped out of it. "That reminds me, since this is 'English' class, please refer to me as Ms. Kuga instead of Kuga-sensei and I will refer to you guys by your last names." The teacher saw signs of nodding. "Anyway, continuing on!"
Author's Note: Okay so I came up with this after seeing/reading too many fanfics about Shizuru being the teacher and haven't came across one where Natsuki's the teacher, well I haven't been reading lately so maybe I'm missing out, heh. Anyways, here's another light fanfic. I guess this is my preferred writing style. I think it fits, right? EH, maybe I'll switch it up to a serious/more detailed writing style later if it gets to that point of seriousness… if ever. Okay enough babble. Please review :] It helps XD
OH and does anyone here play TinierMe?