Warning: this fic is AU, not connected to the original story at all. Also,
I'm also trying to change the character's personality a bit. Thought that
this one is going better to match with my fic story. Also please forgive me
with all of the bad grammers and vocabulary. This is my first fic anyway ^
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RATING: I think none at this chapter, but will soon be developed at the next chapter ^ ^
Disclaimer : Yami Ei belong to Hakusensha and Yoko Matsuhita. I just playing with the character for a while. Some characters you are not familiar with I create them with myself ^ ^ Note: mean thoughts. Well, enjoy the story
THE TEACHER I'VE KNOWN Chp one: My Teacher is Gorgeous
" Hisoka! Hey, hisoka! Did you hear what I say ??" Hisoka wiping away his tear with his palm, sobbing a little as he nodded weakly. " Yes...auntie.." His auntie making an annoyed sigh, clearly showed her anger towards the boy. " Listen, Hisoka! " She hissed, " You know that this is the only thing I can do. Your parents only left you so little of money. You should be grateful that I'm willing to cover the cost so you are able to enter Rakuen High School . Can't you at least respect me and stop your crying?? Oh my God, You're a boy, Dont you know that???"
Hisoka clutched his pant's fabric tightly, trying so hard to stop his tears from flowing. He didn't mean to cry, really. It just happened even before he realized it. I'm weak Hisoka muttered to himself sadly. That's why everyone hate me.. " This is your application form," his auntie give him a paper. "Fill it . You can returned it by yourself, don't you? Don't tell me that I have to keep you company."
" No, Auntie!" hisoka shook his head quickly. "I can do it by myself." "Good!" His auntie sounded satisfied. One annoyed burden finally lifted from her. " Go now. You don't want to late at your first day school, right? The school bus will arrive about one hour." " Yes, auntie." Hisoka standing up, bowing a little to his auntie. " Thank you for all of your help." The woman waving her hand irritably. " Yeah, yeah, I know.No need to thank me." Hisoka bowed again, turning back to leave. He reached the front door knob and pulled it when he heard her auntie called him again. " Oh, and one thing! Don't EVER go back and asked for my help again. This is the last thing I done for you. Do you understand?" Hisoka biting his lip, fighting back the tears that welling up again. He slid down the door to close at his back. The only relative he had now has dumped him. He has no one in the world. Alone, in the new city he's completely unfamiliar with. Hauling himself, Hisoka walking through the dirt path leading to sidewalk road. He didn't have anything. His father died long time a go. His mother was sick and all the family's treasure used for her medical treatment. The only thing was left is just a small bag he held close to his chest, contain few clothes and some important things. Hisoka stopped at nearest bus stop, waiting patiently. No one waiting for a bus except him. The road is empty. No walking people, only sound of leaves rustling to each other. Hisoka not get used to silent. In Tokyo where he lived, people rushing and walking everywhere. In the corner, in the shop, or in the street, there was no place to feel lonely. Here, as far as Hisoka can see only endless long road, grey and empty, with few blossomed sakura growed behind the street fence. I won't getting use to this, Hisoka tought sadly ,It's all not seemed real for me. Like I lived in another world, and there is no place for me in this place.
Fortunately he didnt have to wait too long. The bus is coming. Small red form appeared within the long grey road. The boy wiping away his tears. He must admit that he rather glad to see the bus. It's the first lived sign he saw this day, well unless his auntie, but at least this bus wont scold him with harsh words and cold stare like his auntie did. Maybe... Hisoka whispered to himself Maybe this school wont be so bad like I imagined. Who knows that I can be happy there? He shrugged, hoping to the bus with small hope planted at his chest.
*****
Rakuen High School is quiet at the morning. Every students sit in their calss, listened to their boring teacher. If there is any sound, only small monotone voice of the teacher's teaching, echoing through long corridor. " Im bored," Watari Yutaka, the headmaster of the school proclaimed. He stretched his hand, letting out a yawn. " Kanoe-san, when the new student will arrive?" Kanoe, his private secretary glancing slightly at his watch." I'm not sure, Sir. He should be here anytime soon." " I see. New boy in the middle of a term like this. We are going to have full examination in one month. This boy sure is has a gut" " I also explained that, sir, but the woman who registered him is persistant. She said that the boy is smart and it wont be a big problem for him. The boy's mark is above average tough. I can't find any reason to object." "So he is smart ?" Watari asked." Then why you look not satisfied, Kanoe- san? He can make as a good asset for our school." "Sure, Sir." Kanoe replied," That's why I received him, but there is one problem remained." " Oh?" Watari knitted his brow, sounded interested. " Then what it is?" " Well..." kanoe stopped, not sure before he continued. " The only problem is that I saw the boy's picture and he look extremely very-very cute. For a boy as pretty as him in our boys only school, Sir, you positively know what will possibly happen." " Ugh...sure" Watari sit back at his chair." Why this kind of problem always happened at boy's only school? Are you already tell his relative about this, kanoe-san?" "Sure!" the old man replied." I've told her hundreds of time that it's dangerous for a boy ass cute as him, but she seemed not really care." " What a cruel woman," Watari grumbled," I really-really get bored facing hundreds of students cases and here still coming new problems. Oh, well....let's hope that the boy is not as pretty as you saw in the picture. Picture can trick, y'know?" Kanoe make a deep sigh. "Sure, let's hope like that." Faint knock at the door, followed by a woman voice. " Excuse me, may I come in?" "Sure, Wakaba-sensei. Go inside." Watari shouted, loud enough to be heard from the outside. The door pushed open, a young beautifull woman in early mid twenty stepped inside. A smile at her face. " Sorry if I interupted your conversation, Sir, but I found this boy wandering in the main hall. He said that he want to meet you." Hesistantly a small boy appeared behind Wakaba. " I'm sorry I was late, Sir," he bowed, blushed slightly. " This school is so big. I get lost and can't find your office." "Uh.. It's okay," Watari sighed, stunned at that pretty face. Kanoe is right. The boy is so cute, with shimmering gold blonde hair and wide green eyes. He is so small tough, looked so frail inside his school uniform which's rather too big for him. Beside him, kanoe make a desperate sigh too. " No wonder," Watari smiled slightly to himself. " Looks that our last hope now is in vain." " Sir?" Wakaba waved her hand at his face, looking slightly worried."Are you okay?" "S..sure." Watari coughed, unhappy for being catch out of guard. He extract the application form from the boy, flipping some of the page." Wakaba- sensei," he called," you show him his new class? His new teacher should be Asato-sensei." "Yes, Sir," wakaba replied cheerfully." I have no class to teach until afternoon. Do you want me to show his dorm too?" " Yes, please if you can. Oh, and one more thing." Watari pointed at the small boy. " boy, what's your name?" " It's Hisoka, Sir," Hisoka replied politely " Hisoka?" Watari frowned." I'll remember that. Somehow I have a bad feeling that you'll be added into my list of problem soon." Hisoka blinked, trying to absorb what's his headmaster just said. Me? List of problem? But why? he opened his mouth to asked farther, but a hand caught his wrist and lead him outside, without realizing a confusement marred at his face.
*****
Hisoka trailed wakaba-sensei behind. The genki young teacher has showed him his new dorm. His room is small, but looked utterly comfortable, with two small beds and two drawers. He saw taht one of the drawer is already occupied, showing that he is going to have a new roomate. Wakaba-sensei told him that his roomate is in class now. He can met him when the class is over. Some peculiar eyes stared at him when he walked through the corridor. Hisoka gigled. They make him not comfortable. Why they stared at me that way? Hisoka wondered. Am I looked strange? I never been looked like that before And the words Watari told him before he left his office continue to disturbing him. He said that I'm going to be add at the list of trouble soon. Why?, the boy chewed at his lip. Am I looked like a trouble maker? But I don't want to make a trouble... " Hisoka-kun?" Hisoka jolted back from his wondering. " Y-yes, Sensei?" " We've arrived," the woman smiled widely ." This is your new class, and that's Asato-sensei. He's going to be your teacher." Hisoka followed wakaba's pointed finger to a tall lean figure standing in front of the class. At the second his heart nearly jumped from it's cage. He never saw such a purest beauty before. Tousled brown-black hair framed a perfect face, shadowed by few strands of hair. The eye, now that Hisoka can notice, is a rich colour of violet. He has a calming gentleness aura around him. " He is gorgeous, isn't he?" Wakaba laughed, noticing a faint flushed at the boy's pale cheeks. " No need to be shy. I know many guys can't stop blushing when they first saw Asato-sensei. Even our great headmaster too." " W-Watari-san?" hisoka shuttered. " Yes," Wakaba chuckled, " And you know what? You are also so cute when you are blushing Hisoka-kun." " A....I.." Hisoka stammered, blushing even harder than before. oh, well Wakaba tought, musing to herself. Enough teasing a poor boy. She smiled slightly, pushed the class door with her slim finger. " Ready?" Hisoka nodded. "Yes sensei." Wakaba entered the class first. Hisoka followed her. He soon felt uncomfortable as all the eyes in the class stared at them, including Asato- sensei eyes. " Good morning, Asato-san" Wakaba greeted . " I bring you your new student. He is cute isn't it?" Loud laugh echoing in the class, accompanied by some whistle. Hisoka felt that his face going red, expecially at the slight smile Asato-sensei has at his face. The black haired man raised his hand, soon the class quiet at the gesture. He nodded to Hisoka." Do you want to introduce himself?" " Y-yes,sensei," Hisoka stammered, angered with himself for acting so clumsy. He bowed deeply to the class, fighting with the nervousness that begin to build. " My name is Hisoka. I came from Tokyo. I move here due to a specific reason. I'm still new at this city, expecially at this school. I hope so much that you all willing to help me...." Hisoka looked up at his friend, slightly relieved that there's no question for him, everyone seem so busy whispering to each other. " Is there any empty sit for Hisoka-kun?" Tsuzuki scanned around. One boy sit at the edge of the class raised his hand. " Sensei, the chair besides me is empty." Tsuzuki sighed." No, not with you, Kuwabara. Is there's other empty sit?" No one answered. All of the chairs have been occupied. Tsuzuki sighed again, gived the boy a concerned look. " Is that's okay with you?" The boy nodded. Sweet innocent smile formed at his face. " Yes, sensei." Tsuzuki watched him as the small form walking across the arranged desk to his new sit, oblivious to some hungry stare come from his friend. A dark gleam piercing from Kuwabara, who eyeing the boy like a hunter who find it's delicious prey. ******
Finally! End chapter one ^ ^ Give me a review pleaseee? I'll continue this fic if you like it :D
RATING: I think none at this chapter, but will soon be developed at the next chapter ^ ^
Disclaimer : Yami Ei belong to Hakusensha and Yoko Matsuhita. I just playing with the character for a while. Some characters you are not familiar with I create them with myself ^ ^ Note: mean thoughts. Well, enjoy the story
THE TEACHER I'VE KNOWN Chp one: My Teacher is Gorgeous
" Hisoka! Hey, hisoka! Did you hear what I say ??" Hisoka wiping away his tear with his palm, sobbing a little as he nodded weakly. " Yes...auntie.." His auntie making an annoyed sigh, clearly showed her anger towards the boy. " Listen, Hisoka! " She hissed, " You know that this is the only thing I can do. Your parents only left you so little of money. You should be grateful that I'm willing to cover the cost so you are able to enter Rakuen High School . Can't you at least respect me and stop your crying?? Oh my God, You're a boy, Dont you know that???"
Hisoka clutched his pant's fabric tightly, trying so hard to stop his tears from flowing. He didn't mean to cry, really. It just happened even before he realized it. I'm weak Hisoka muttered to himself sadly. That's why everyone hate me.. " This is your application form," his auntie give him a paper. "Fill it . You can returned it by yourself, don't you? Don't tell me that I have to keep you company."
" No, Auntie!" hisoka shook his head quickly. "I can do it by myself." "Good!" His auntie sounded satisfied. One annoyed burden finally lifted from her. " Go now. You don't want to late at your first day school, right? The school bus will arrive about one hour." " Yes, auntie." Hisoka standing up, bowing a little to his auntie. " Thank you for all of your help." The woman waving her hand irritably. " Yeah, yeah, I know.No need to thank me." Hisoka bowed again, turning back to leave. He reached the front door knob and pulled it when he heard her auntie called him again. " Oh, and one thing! Don't EVER go back and asked for my help again. This is the last thing I done for you. Do you understand?" Hisoka biting his lip, fighting back the tears that welling up again. He slid down the door to close at his back. The only relative he had now has dumped him. He has no one in the world. Alone, in the new city he's completely unfamiliar with. Hauling himself, Hisoka walking through the dirt path leading to sidewalk road. He didn't have anything. His father died long time a go. His mother was sick and all the family's treasure used for her medical treatment. The only thing was left is just a small bag he held close to his chest, contain few clothes and some important things. Hisoka stopped at nearest bus stop, waiting patiently. No one waiting for a bus except him. The road is empty. No walking people, only sound of leaves rustling to each other. Hisoka not get used to silent. In Tokyo where he lived, people rushing and walking everywhere. In the corner, in the shop, or in the street, there was no place to feel lonely. Here, as far as Hisoka can see only endless long road, grey and empty, with few blossomed sakura growed behind the street fence. I won't getting use to this, Hisoka tought sadly ,It's all not seemed real for me. Like I lived in another world, and there is no place for me in this place.
Fortunately he didnt have to wait too long. The bus is coming. Small red form appeared within the long grey road. The boy wiping away his tears. He must admit that he rather glad to see the bus. It's the first lived sign he saw this day, well unless his auntie, but at least this bus wont scold him with harsh words and cold stare like his auntie did. Maybe... Hisoka whispered to himself Maybe this school wont be so bad like I imagined. Who knows that I can be happy there? He shrugged, hoping to the bus with small hope planted at his chest.
*****
Rakuen High School is quiet at the morning. Every students sit in their calss, listened to their boring teacher. If there is any sound, only small monotone voice of the teacher's teaching, echoing through long corridor. " Im bored," Watari Yutaka, the headmaster of the school proclaimed. He stretched his hand, letting out a yawn. " Kanoe-san, when the new student will arrive?" Kanoe, his private secretary glancing slightly at his watch." I'm not sure, Sir. He should be here anytime soon." " I see. New boy in the middle of a term like this. We are going to have full examination in one month. This boy sure is has a gut" " I also explained that, sir, but the woman who registered him is persistant. She said that the boy is smart and it wont be a big problem for him. The boy's mark is above average tough. I can't find any reason to object." "So he is smart ?" Watari asked." Then why you look not satisfied, Kanoe- san? He can make as a good asset for our school." "Sure, Sir." Kanoe replied," That's why I received him, but there is one problem remained." " Oh?" Watari knitted his brow, sounded interested. " Then what it is?" " Well..." kanoe stopped, not sure before he continued. " The only problem is that I saw the boy's picture and he look extremely very-very cute. For a boy as pretty as him in our boys only school, Sir, you positively know what will possibly happen." " Ugh...sure" Watari sit back at his chair." Why this kind of problem always happened at boy's only school? Are you already tell his relative about this, kanoe-san?" "Sure!" the old man replied." I've told her hundreds of time that it's dangerous for a boy ass cute as him, but she seemed not really care." " What a cruel woman," Watari grumbled," I really-really get bored facing hundreds of students cases and here still coming new problems. Oh, well....let's hope that the boy is not as pretty as you saw in the picture. Picture can trick, y'know?" Kanoe make a deep sigh. "Sure, let's hope like that." Faint knock at the door, followed by a woman voice. " Excuse me, may I come in?" "Sure, Wakaba-sensei. Go inside." Watari shouted, loud enough to be heard from the outside. The door pushed open, a young beautifull woman in early mid twenty stepped inside. A smile at her face. " Sorry if I interupted your conversation, Sir, but I found this boy wandering in the main hall. He said that he want to meet you." Hesistantly a small boy appeared behind Wakaba. " I'm sorry I was late, Sir," he bowed, blushed slightly. " This school is so big. I get lost and can't find your office." "Uh.. It's okay," Watari sighed, stunned at that pretty face. Kanoe is right. The boy is so cute, with shimmering gold blonde hair and wide green eyes. He is so small tough, looked so frail inside his school uniform which's rather too big for him. Beside him, kanoe make a desperate sigh too. " No wonder," Watari smiled slightly to himself. " Looks that our last hope now is in vain." " Sir?" Wakaba waved her hand at his face, looking slightly worried."Are you okay?" "S..sure." Watari coughed, unhappy for being catch out of guard. He extract the application form from the boy, flipping some of the page." Wakaba- sensei," he called," you show him his new class? His new teacher should be Asato-sensei." "Yes, Sir," wakaba replied cheerfully." I have no class to teach until afternoon. Do you want me to show his dorm too?" " Yes, please if you can. Oh, and one more thing." Watari pointed at the small boy. " boy, what's your name?" " It's Hisoka, Sir," Hisoka replied politely " Hisoka?" Watari frowned." I'll remember that. Somehow I have a bad feeling that you'll be added into my list of problem soon." Hisoka blinked, trying to absorb what's his headmaster just said. Me? List of problem? But why? he opened his mouth to asked farther, but a hand caught his wrist and lead him outside, without realizing a confusement marred at his face.
*****
Hisoka trailed wakaba-sensei behind. The genki young teacher has showed him his new dorm. His room is small, but looked utterly comfortable, with two small beds and two drawers. He saw taht one of the drawer is already occupied, showing that he is going to have a new roomate. Wakaba-sensei told him that his roomate is in class now. He can met him when the class is over. Some peculiar eyes stared at him when he walked through the corridor. Hisoka gigled. They make him not comfortable. Why they stared at me that way? Hisoka wondered. Am I looked strange? I never been looked like that before And the words Watari told him before he left his office continue to disturbing him. He said that I'm going to be add at the list of trouble soon. Why?, the boy chewed at his lip. Am I looked like a trouble maker? But I don't want to make a trouble... " Hisoka-kun?" Hisoka jolted back from his wondering. " Y-yes, Sensei?" " We've arrived," the woman smiled widely ." This is your new class, and that's Asato-sensei. He's going to be your teacher." Hisoka followed wakaba's pointed finger to a tall lean figure standing in front of the class. At the second his heart nearly jumped from it's cage. He never saw such a purest beauty before. Tousled brown-black hair framed a perfect face, shadowed by few strands of hair. The eye, now that Hisoka can notice, is a rich colour of violet. He has a calming gentleness aura around him. " He is gorgeous, isn't he?" Wakaba laughed, noticing a faint flushed at the boy's pale cheeks. " No need to be shy. I know many guys can't stop blushing when they first saw Asato-sensei. Even our great headmaster too." " W-Watari-san?" hisoka shuttered. " Yes," Wakaba chuckled, " And you know what? You are also so cute when you are blushing Hisoka-kun." " A....I.." Hisoka stammered, blushing even harder than before. oh, well Wakaba tought, musing to herself. Enough teasing a poor boy. She smiled slightly, pushed the class door with her slim finger. " Ready?" Hisoka nodded. "Yes sensei." Wakaba entered the class first. Hisoka followed her. He soon felt uncomfortable as all the eyes in the class stared at them, including Asato- sensei eyes. " Good morning, Asato-san" Wakaba greeted . " I bring you your new student. He is cute isn't it?" Loud laugh echoing in the class, accompanied by some whistle. Hisoka felt that his face going red, expecially at the slight smile Asato-sensei has at his face. The black haired man raised his hand, soon the class quiet at the gesture. He nodded to Hisoka." Do you want to introduce himself?" " Y-yes,sensei," Hisoka stammered, angered with himself for acting so clumsy. He bowed deeply to the class, fighting with the nervousness that begin to build. " My name is Hisoka. I came from Tokyo. I move here due to a specific reason. I'm still new at this city, expecially at this school. I hope so much that you all willing to help me...." Hisoka looked up at his friend, slightly relieved that there's no question for him, everyone seem so busy whispering to each other. " Is there any empty sit for Hisoka-kun?" Tsuzuki scanned around. One boy sit at the edge of the class raised his hand. " Sensei, the chair besides me is empty." Tsuzuki sighed." No, not with you, Kuwabara. Is there's other empty sit?" No one answered. All of the chairs have been occupied. Tsuzuki sighed again, gived the boy a concerned look. " Is that's okay with you?" The boy nodded. Sweet innocent smile formed at his face. " Yes, sensei." Tsuzuki watched him as the small form walking across the arranged desk to his new sit, oblivious to some hungry stare come from his friend. A dark gleam piercing from Kuwabara, who eyeing the boy like a hunter who find it's delicious prey. ******
Finally! End chapter one ^ ^ Give me a review pleaseee? I'll continue this fic if you like it :D