Tokyo Babylon--The High School Years
by Miyuki Inakamono
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: This idea hit me in the middle of Coach Brannan's (I don't care if you stalk him) biology class. I'm not sure why. We were taking notes on cells. *shrug* Well, anyway... Don't sue me. What good will it do? I don't make money off this fanfiction, and I don't have a job. I'll just have to sell my anime collection to pay for it, and that's only slightly ironic. IN ANY CASE! Enjoy! Oh, revised/spell checked/grammer checked version. ^-^'
The first day of school.
It's traumatic all on it's own. The smell of a new year is always present in those class rooms, packed with people you know and some you don't. Old friends wave hellos, and new ones are hoped to be made.
And then there's Subaru.
While his sister was quite popular(she ran out from behind him as they walked into the front doors to catch up with some friends), Subaru had few friends and they were spread very thin.
He looked at his schedule, trying to get an idea of what the day held for him. First hour--Statistics I. Oh, boy. Then English Literature I, Drama II, Art II, Sex Education('Sounds like fun...' Subaru squashed his inner voice), then a nice long lunch hour, but still three more classes after that--Chemistry I, French II, then, finnally, the last class which sounded good and boring--World Geography I.
Subaru was in for a day.
****
Subaru walked unsurely into the class room, taking a seat near the front. After the eventful day he had had, he didn't want to take anymore risks of getting stuck with morons. Maybe if he played teacher's pet he could get the idiots off his back. He took out a pen and sat there, quietly looking at his surroundings. "ABSTINENCE: BE SMART!" seemed to be the theme of every single poster he looked at. Oh, he could just imagine how much blushing he would be doing in here--and then the reoccurance of his previous nickname, which just happened to be "Strawberry." Subaru didn't find it very funny.
While he was lost in his thoughts, the bell rang and the class grew quiet. Subaru jerked out of his reminising and waited on his teacher.
The door opened.
The teacher walked in.
"Ohayo, class. I am your teacher for this class, Sakurazuka-sensei."
"..."
Subaru stared. "...Oh, my God," he said softly
Seishirou was looking the class over, and his eyes--or rather, eye--focused on Subaru. He arched a perfect eyebrow and smiled. "Subaru-kun," he said plesantly, "such a nice surprise to see you here."
Subaru resisted the urge of his inner voice (little pest) to say 'Well, it IS school, Seishirou-san.' and instead turned bright red. Not only from the attention he was getting from his "teacher", though, but from the attention his fellow students were giving him. "H-Hai, Seishirou-san--I mean, Sakurazuka-sensei."
Seishirou smiled. "Call me what you want, Subaru-kun. I don't mind."
Subaru ignored the snikers from the back of the classroom and the voices of "teacher's pet" behind his back. He did say he wanted to stay out of trouble, but this was rediculous.
Seishirou walked over to his desk, pulling out index cards. "All right," he started to hand them out, "there are certain things I want you to write on these." He got up in front of the class and stood behind the podium. "First, your name, with what you want me to call you first."
'Subaru Sumeragi.'
"Next, age."
'16.'
"Okay, pass them up to the front of the class," Seishirou announced, pulling his stool out from behind his desk, sitting it in front of Subaru, just for his personal enjoyment. He gathered the cards and wrapped a rubber band around them, putting them in a drawer on his desk. He took his seat in front of the Sumeragi, leaning back and trying his best to look as comfortable as possible in a suit. He wore them all the time, although he was clueless as to why. He hated them. He wondered then if Subaru actually enjoyed wearing the clothes he was wearing that day. Seishirou then decided this thought was a mistake for he then got slightly distracted by what Subaru was dressed in. For the first day of school, it certainly was way to make a statement.
***Author's Random Insert: Okay, just so you know, this isn't following the Tokyo Babylon timeline. The year is NOW. Also, the following outfit was taken from Hakuei. I LOVE YOU HAKUEI! Subaru has his X haircut, by the way. He was tired of looking so... feminine. *SHOCK!* Okay, done.*** All Seishirou had to do was look at the outfit to know Hokuto had helped put it together, but not entirely. It really fit Subaru (and his new haircut) quite well. He had on black tennis shoes (his favorite pair) with a pair of normal blue jeans. He had on one too many belts; one through the loops and two or three just hanging on his waist. He had on a dark blue shirt (which suited his eyes that had faded somewhat to a darker shade of green over the summer) that was glittered in the center and read "FIRST WORDS" across it. He had on a semi-long plain brown leather jacket hung loosely across the small frame of his shoulders. He was wearing a black choker with a silver cross on it, and a very nice silver thumb ring, also decked with a cross. All together, the outfit was something new for Subaru, but at the same time very pleasing.
Seishirou looked himself over.
A suit. A tie. A silk shirt.
Sigh.
Same old, same old...
He then realized that he'd been staring at Subaru for the past five minutes. The class was snickering and Subaru was at least the color of a very ripe apple.
Time for the oreintation.
He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the class, although there were still snickers coming from the back. Seishirou made a mental note of who it was--it pays to be a teacher--and began his orientation to the class. "Okay, I'm pretty sure I know why we're all here. This class is required for graduation. I'm sure that none of you would be here unless you were forced, unless you're all just a bunch of perverts, which I find very hard to believe." At the word "pervert," he had gained the class's attention. "In any case, I plan on making this class as easy as possible, but also making sure you learn what you're supposed to learn so I don't end up out of a job. In other words, I don't want to be here either. But a man's gotta eat." Subaru raised an eyebrow. He was sure that Seishirou made enough money as the Sakurazukamori to easily go into an early retirement. 'Interesting...' "Anyway, in here, I plan to teach you all about, yeah, you guessed it, sex. Isn't that a shock? We will discuss exactly how everything that happens happens, and why, and what sex is SUPPOSED to be for, what can result from having sex at your ages, blah blah blah. But today, we're gonna do the same thing everyone else is doing. We're going to go over the rules of the class. Now, I'm a first-year teacher, but I'm not a moron, first and formost, don't try anything stupid behind my back. Trust me, I have my ways." Subaru wanted to burst out laughing at this statement.
--I resent that!--
'Shut up, you stupid tree.'
"By trying anything stupid, I mean talking, throwing paper, passing notes, touching, feeling, or 'experimenting' in class. This may be sex ed, but it is NOT hands-on." The class laughed a little at the joke, Seishirou smiled. He was getting reactions. Wonderful. "Now, I will allow you to giggle all you well and please when I turn on the overhead and we start to look at pictures, but I will ask you to at least hold it to a minimum when I'm talking so you can hear me. It's for your own good. I don't care if you eat, drink, or chew gum, so long as you clean up after yourselves. I'll give you five chances to keep it clean, and if you screw up all five times, that's it. Then, just follow the basics--bring your supplies, obey me or die, blah blah blah. I'll hope that you are all old enough and smart enough to know how to handle yourselves." The class nodded in agreement. Seishirou glanced breifly at Subaru, who had a very satisfied smirk on his lips. He would have to find out what that was about during lunch, in which he looked at his watch to see how far away it was. He still had about fifteen minutes. "Ah... There's still about fifteen minutes of class left until lunch period, so go ahead and start to socialize. Just don't make too much noise and get the dean or whatever to come in here."
He didn't want to deal with them; he wanted to spend some quality time with his Subaru.
Seishirou turned his gaze from the class as they began to talk among themselves, Subaru included. Seishirou raised an eyebrow. He was offended that his Subaru would talk to these... children... rather than him. Okay, yeah, they were Subaru's friends and they were his age, but still. It wouldn't hurt him to forget them for a minute and talk to him. 'I'm more important than they are anyway.'
"Subaru-kun," Seishirou started, reaching out and tapping on Subaru's arm, "aren't you going to talk to me?"
Subaru turned around in his desk slowly, turning a lovely (in Seishirou's opinion, anyway) shade of red. "Oh... Okay... Seishirou-san, exactly, why are you teaching? I thought you worked at the veternarian's office..."
"I did. I got tired of it after a while, so I got a job here. Odd, they didn't ask for diplomas or anything. I suppose they figured anyone could teach a class as easy as this. But I do have my license to teach anyway, if anything get started."
"Oh."
Silence.
"So, Subaru-kun... I haven't seen Hokuto-chan any today. She's taking this class; she has to."
"She is; she's got it I think sixth hour," Subaru answered Seishirou's question.
"Ah." Seishirou reached out and ran a hand down the hem of Subaru's jacket. "I like this. I like the whole outfit, actually. I haven't seen you wear this before. It's new, I suppose?"
"Yes; I bought a lot of new clothes for school. This time, for a change, Hokuto-chan let me have a say in what I got." Subaru looked down, looking himself over. "You really like it?"
"Oh, yes. It looks good on you. I like your hair too; now I'll have an easier time telling you two apart."
Subaru laughed. "I know; that's half the reason I told Hokuto I needed a haircut. She threw a fit that we'd actually look different, but she eventually gave in."
Seishirou nodded. "I'm glad. That really does suit your face well."
Subaru looked over the older man. "You look nice--"
"I look the same," he corrected. "I never look any different, you know."
"Yeah, but that's what I love--I mean, that's what makes you you." Subaru's faded blush returned as he caught his slip and glanced around nervously to see if anyone else had caught it.
Seishirou smirked, then remembered--"Why were you smirking earlier? After I gave my little speech, during it, sometime in there, you were smirking at me."
Subaru looked confused, then he realized what Seishirou was talking about. "Ooooh. I was just smirking at you. You act like you've been teaching all your life."
"Well, I do put up with you and Hokuto-chan..."
Subaru scowled, then whapped Seishirou on the shoulder. "Not funny."
Seishirou's smirk grew. "I could turn you in for that, Subaru-kun. Teacher abuse."
Subaru looked wounded. "You wouldn't."
"Yeah, I know. But it's nice to know I can blackmail you."
"Oh? What do I have to do to get you to not turn me in?" That sentence almost confused the one who said it.
The bell rang, and Seishirou grinned. "Eat lunch with me."
***
Well, what do you think? Should I keep going and reveal an actual plot, or do you all hate my guts for this stupid idea? R/R!!
by Miyuki Inakamono
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: This idea hit me in the middle of Coach Brannan's (I don't care if you stalk him) biology class. I'm not sure why. We were taking notes on cells. *shrug* Well, anyway... Don't sue me. What good will it do? I don't make money off this fanfiction, and I don't have a job. I'll just have to sell my anime collection to pay for it, and that's only slightly ironic. IN ANY CASE! Enjoy! Oh, revised/spell checked/grammer checked version. ^-^'
The first day of school.
It's traumatic all on it's own. The smell of a new year is always present in those class rooms, packed with people you know and some you don't. Old friends wave hellos, and new ones are hoped to be made.
And then there's Subaru.
While his sister was quite popular(she ran out from behind him as they walked into the front doors to catch up with some friends), Subaru had few friends and they were spread very thin.
He looked at his schedule, trying to get an idea of what the day held for him. First hour--Statistics I. Oh, boy. Then English Literature I, Drama II, Art II, Sex Education('Sounds like fun...' Subaru squashed his inner voice), then a nice long lunch hour, but still three more classes after that--Chemistry I, French II, then, finnally, the last class which sounded good and boring--World Geography I.
Subaru was in for a day.
****
Subaru walked unsurely into the class room, taking a seat near the front. After the eventful day he had had, he didn't want to take anymore risks of getting stuck with morons. Maybe if he played teacher's pet he could get the idiots off his back. He took out a pen and sat there, quietly looking at his surroundings. "ABSTINENCE: BE SMART!" seemed to be the theme of every single poster he looked at. Oh, he could just imagine how much blushing he would be doing in here--and then the reoccurance of his previous nickname, which just happened to be "Strawberry." Subaru didn't find it very funny.
While he was lost in his thoughts, the bell rang and the class grew quiet. Subaru jerked out of his reminising and waited on his teacher.
The door opened.
The teacher walked in.
"Ohayo, class. I am your teacher for this class, Sakurazuka-sensei."
"..."
Subaru stared. "...Oh, my God," he said softly
Seishirou was looking the class over, and his eyes--or rather, eye--focused on Subaru. He arched a perfect eyebrow and smiled. "Subaru-kun," he said plesantly, "such a nice surprise to see you here."
Subaru resisted the urge of his inner voice (little pest) to say 'Well, it IS school, Seishirou-san.' and instead turned bright red. Not only from the attention he was getting from his "teacher", though, but from the attention his fellow students were giving him. "H-Hai, Seishirou-san--I mean, Sakurazuka-sensei."
Seishirou smiled. "Call me what you want, Subaru-kun. I don't mind."
Subaru ignored the snikers from the back of the classroom and the voices of "teacher's pet" behind his back. He did say he wanted to stay out of trouble, but this was rediculous.
Seishirou walked over to his desk, pulling out index cards. "All right," he started to hand them out, "there are certain things I want you to write on these." He got up in front of the class and stood behind the podium. "First, your name, with what you want me to call you first."
'Subaru Sumeragi.'
"Next, age."
'16.'
"Okay, pass them up to the front of the class," Seishirou announced, pulling his stool out from behind his desk, sitting it in front of Subaru, just for his personal enjoyment. He gathered the cards and wrapped a rubber band around them, putting them in a drawer on his desk. He took his seat in front of the Sumeragi, leaning back and trying his best to look as comfortable as possible in a suit. He wore them all the time, although he was clueless as to why. He hated them. He wondered then if Subaru actually enjoyed wearing the clothes he was wearing that day. Seishirou then decided this thought was a mistake for he then got slightly distracted by what Subaru was dressed in. For the first day of school, it certainly was way to make a statement.
***Author's Random Insert: Okay, just so you know, this isn't following the Tokyo Babylon timeline. The year is NOW. Also, the following outfit was taken from Hakuei. I LOVE YOU HAKUEI! Subaru has his X haircut, by the way. He was tired of looking so... feminine. *SHOCK!* Okay, done.*** All Seishirou had to do was look at the outfit to know Hokuto had helped put it together, but not entirely. It really fit Subaru (and his new haircut) quite well. He had on black tennis shoes (his favorite pair) with a pair of normal blue jeans. He had on one too many belts; one through the loops and two or three just hanging on his waist. He had on a dark blue shirt (which suited his eyes that had faded somewhat to a darker shade of green over the summer) that was glittered in the center and read "FIRST WORDS" across it. He had on a semi-long plain brown leather jacket hung loosely across the small frame of his shoulders. He was wearing a black choker with a silver cross on it, and a very nice silver thumb ring, also decked with a cross. All together, the outfit was something new for Subaru, but at the same time very pleasing.
Seishirou looked himself over.
A suit. A tie. A silk shirt.
Sigh.
Same old, same old...
He then realized that he'd been staring at Subaru for the past five minutes. The class was snickering and Subaru was at least the color of a very ripe apple.
Time for the oreintation.
He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the class, although there were still snickers coming from the back. Seishirou made a mental note of who it was--it pays to be a teacher--and began his orientation to the class. "Okay, I'm pretty sure I know why we're all here. This class is required for graduation. I'm sure that none of you would be here unless you were forced, unless you're all just a bunch of perverts, which I find very hard to believe." At the word "pervert," he had gained the class's attention. "In any case, I plan on making this class as easy as possible, but also making sure you learn what you're supposed to learn so I don't end up out of a job. In other words, I don't want to be here either. But a man's gotta eat." Subaru raised an eyebrow. He was sure that Seishirou made enough money as the Sakurazukamori to easily go into an early retirement. 'Interesting...' "Anyway, in here, I plan to teach you all about, yeah, you guessed it, sex. Isn't that a shock? We will discuss exactly how everything that happens happens, and why, and what sex is SUPPOSED to be for, what can result from having sex at your ages, blah blah blah. But today, we're gonna do the same thing everyone else is doing. We're going to go over the rules of the class. Now, I'm a first-year teacher, but I'm not a moron, first and formost, don't try anything stupid behind my back. Trust me, I have my ways." Subaru wanted to burst out laughing at this statement.
--I resent that!--
'Shut up, you stupid tree.'
"By trying anything stupid, I mean talking, throwing paper, passing notes, touching, feeling, or 'experimenting' in class. This may be sex ed, but it is NOT hands-on." The class laughed a little at the joke, Seishirou smiled. He was getting reactions. Wonderful. "Now, I will allow you to giggle all you well and please when I turn on the overhead and we start to look at pictures, but I will ask you to at least hold it to a minimum when I'm talking so you can hear me. It's for your own good. I don't care if you eat, drink, or chew gum, so long as you clean up after yourselves. I'll give you five chances to keep it clean, and if you screw up all five times, that's it. Then, just follow the basics--bring your supplies, obey me or die, blah blah blah. I'll hope that you are all old enough and smart enough to know how to handle yourselves." The class nodded in agreement. Seishirou glanced breifly at Subaru, who had a very satisfied smirk on his lips. He would have to find out what that was about during lunch, in which he looked at his watch to see how far away it was. He still had about fifteen minutes. "Ah... There's still about fifteen minutes of class left until lunch period, so go ahead and start to socialize. Just don't make too much noise and get the dean or whatever to come in here."
He didn't want to deal with them; he wanted to spend some quality time with his Subaru.
Seishirou turned his gaze from the class as they began to talk among themselves, Subaru included. Seishirou raised an eyebrow. He was offended that his Subaru would talk to these... children... rather than him. Okay, yeah, they were Subaru's friends and they were his age, but still. It wouldn't hurt him to forget them for a minute and talk to him. 'I'm more important than they are anyway.'
"Subaru-kun," Seishirou started, reaching out and tapping on Subaru's arm, "aren't you going to talk to me?"
Subaru turned around in his desk slowly, turning a lovely (in Seishirou's opinion, anyway) shade of red. "Oh... Okay... Seishirou-san, exactly, why are you teaching? I thought you worked at the veternarian's office..."
"I did. I got tired of it after a while, so I got a job here. Odd, they didn't ask for diplomas or anything. I suppose they figured anyone could teach a class as easy as this. But I do have my license to teach anyway, if anything get started."
"Oh."
Silence.
"So, Subaru-kun... I haven't seen Hokuto-chan any today. She's taking this class; she has to."
"She is; she's got it I think sixth hour," Subaru answered Seishirou's question.
"Ah." Seishirou reached out and ran a hand down the hem of Subaru's jacket. "I like this. I like the whole outfit, actually. I haven't seen you wear this before. It's new, I suppose?"
"Yes; I bought a lot of new clothes for school. This time, for a change, Hokuto-chan let me have a say in what I got." Subaru looked down, looking himself over. "You really like it?"
"Oh, yes. It looks good on you. I like your hair too; now I'll have an easier time telling you two apart."
Subaru laughed. "I know; that's half the reason I told Hokuto I needed a haircut. She threw a fit that we'd actually look different, but she eventually gave in."
Seishirou nodded. "I'm glad. That really does suit your face well."
Subaru looked over the older man. "You look nice--"
"I look the same," he corrected. "I never look any different, you know."
"Yeah, but that's what I love--I mean, that's what makes you you." Subaru's faded blush returned as he caught his slip and glanced around nervously to see if anyone else had caught it.
Seishirou smirked, then remembered--"Why were you smirking earlier? After I gave my little speech, during it, sometime in there, you were smirking at me."
Subaru looked confused, then he realized what Seishirou was talking about. "Ooooh. I was just smirking at you. You act like you've been teaching all your life."
"Well, I do put up with you and Hokuto-chan..."
Subaru scowled, then whapped Seishirou on the shoulder. "Not funny."
Seishirou's smirk grew. "I could turn you in for that, Subaru-kun. Teacher abuse."
Subaru looked wounded. "You wouldn't."
"Yeah, I know. But it's nice to know I can blackmail you."
"Oh? What do I have to do to get you to not turn me in?" That sentence almost confused the one who said it.
The bell rang, and Seishirou grinned. "Eat lunch with me."
***
Well, what do you think? Should I keep going and reveal an actual plot, or do you all hate my guts for this stupid idea? R/R!!