A/N: I did a SZS marathon in two days, and upon finishing I wrote this little drabble. I really like the idea of Nozomu/Fuura because I'm odd like that. ;P They're an odd couple, indeed.

Tears that Lie
By: Ryocha

It wasn't fit for Itoshiki Nozomu to say that he deserved anything but the worst from life; no, his students would find this a peculiar oddity and indeed, if anything good were to come to their teacher and his bizarre thoughts, they would all look up at the sky simultaneously to check to see if it was falling.

Falling was an action that took place only seconds ago for Nozomu. It involved a knocked-out Tsunetsuki, a brief flash of the overcast sky outside his house, and Fuura Kafuka. Luckily for him, his hands were splayed outward, so the fall wasn't as hard-hitting for him as it sounded.

A sickening crack resonated through the air, hanging in the awkward moment. Large blue eyes were reduced to slits below him, squinting in pain. At first, Nozomu didn't understand. His angular emerald eyes bore holes into the girl beneath him, his hakama shrouding her legs and his hands placed on either side of her head. She was always happy, always was smiling, and it felt as though he was witnessing a disturbance in the natural balance the longer he watched the girl squirm uncomfortably underneath his body.

Tears. There were tears.

"Are you hurt?" The words sounded coming from his voice. He cursed himself inwardly. Fuura gave no response, her eyes were still screwed shut and she brought her hands up to her cheeks to wipe away the forming tears, a never ending stream of sorrow.

"Ah… ah…" His emerald eyes widened. He deserved this. He reduced the most optimistic girl in the world to tears; the gods were laughing at him somewhere, he swore. Cautiously, his heart racing, he reached a hand out and touched her shoulder. He could hear his own breathing, deep yet shallow against her quiet sobs.

"Itoshiki-sensei… where is it?" She reached out a hand to his face. Her fingertips ran down his cheek. Was she imitating her own tears for him to feel? Was this his punishment for making her cry? Closing his eyes, he tried to feel what she was telling him to. Silence passed between the two, the air suddenly feeling heavy and wet. Her fingers ran down his chin, barely gracing the soft skin beneath, and then traced the curve of his Adam's apple. His heart skipped a beat. Her fingers ran lower, down to the collar of his shirt, and while expecting the inevitable, her slender appendages wrapped around the edges of his collar and plucked something out from the inside.

"Ah! I found it!" Fuura exclaimed. Nozomu paused.
A very long pause.

"You see, Sensei, I was explaining something earlier about that stage drama we were supposed to preview! When they do dramatic bedroom scenes, they use teardrop bottles to make their tears seem real, and when used at proper times, they can really invoke a lot of emotions from the audience! It's kind of like magic, isn't it?" Fuura rambled on, but Nozomu was too far gone to care. His jaw had slackened, his eyes had widened, and he could hear Tsunetsuki waking up in the backround. She would surely hate to see the scenario he was currently wrapped up in.

"So… you're completely fine?" He questioned upon regaining motor mobility of his mouth. It felt dry and sticky.

"Completely fine!" She smiled, and cocked her head innocently. "Were you worried, Sensei?"

Something in him was up. He didn't think it was possible – no, in fact he thought he had lost that part of him long ago. Apparently not. He cried out amongst the furious shrieks of Tsunetsuki's discovery, wanting for nothing more than to bury himself under a large rock, or to go to the nearest bathroom stall.

"These sexual urges of mine have left me in despair!"