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Scandalous Scholastics, Chapter 1/2
By: Jamie/fragmented_x
Pairing: KyoxToshiya
Raiting: NC-17, for sex in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the guys. I make no money from this.
Summary: Everyday I would rush to my math class. All my other classes, I would slowly make my way to them, and make smart ass remarks when the teacher's would scold me.
But not for Hara-sensei's class.
Author's Note: Toshiya is older than Kyo in this fic. There is no sex in this part but next part there will be. Um. I haven't written a Dir en grey fic in about 3-4 years. I feel so old right now. Haha. C/C welcomed!
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Everyday I would rush to my math class. All my other classes, I would slowly make my way to them, and make smart ass remarks when the teacher's would scold me.
But not for Hara-sensei's class.
It wasn't my favorite class because I was good in it. It was my favorite class because of him. Hara Toshimasa, the new math teacher at school. Which was odd since his teaching style pissed me off. He was strict. He wasn't as nice as his pretty eyes made him seem. Oh no. He was the complete opposite.
If you were just five seconds late after the bell, he would run his long legs over to the door to shut it in your face. It was locked, so you couldn't get in and even if you knocked, he wouldn't answer it. It left you no other choice but to wander the halls, which would ultimately get you written up for 'skipping'. He was an asshole of sorts, but his asshole-ness made me like him better.
He was a teacher who liked to ridicule the students. He'd always make the mathematically challenged members and the ones who never spoke go up to the board and explain how they solved a problem. If one of the steps was wrong, he'd start mumbling and then ask the class what the person did wrong. If no one knew, he'd go up to the board and solve it himself, but not without being a smartass and calling the student at the board an 'idiot' and the class a 'whole bunch of imbeciles'.
Being a teenager, my thoughts often drifted off during class. The class was boring. In fact, the only student who found it interesting was the over-achiever, Kaoru. Hara-sensei hated when students fell asleep during a lesson. He had a way of waking you up that did not involve you being hit or anything. He always had his bass guitar and amp with him. When he noticed most of the class wasn't paying attention, he would casually walk over to the other side of the room and plug his bass in. He'd turn the volume up really high and start playing random chords until the class woke up. Sometimes, he'd continue to play even if the class was awake. He said that it would give him more practice. It's not like he needed it since his skills were so amazing.
The girls in the class would say he was cute but the biggest douchebag in the world. He was strict. There was no doubt about it, but he knew how to teach.
I did horribly in his class. Not on purpose. I really did hate being scolded and forced to be humiliated in front of the class for not knowing an answer. Math was not one of my strong points in school.
Everyone at the school knew I had a temper but Hara-sensei's was worse. I would never try to cross the line with him. Once I started, I never knew when to stop. All my other teacher's would slap me for offending them but I never knew what Hara-sensei would.
I was scared of the skinny man with long legs, amazing hair, and bass skills that would put every bassist in Japan to shame. I was scared of my teacher. Not because of his temper but because of how I felt about him. I didn't hate the man, far from it. In fact, every action of his intrigued me so much. When he'd smile, I'd like to think he was smiling at me. When he'd write on the board, I'd imagine those hands writing indistiguishable words on my body that only he would know. When he'd point at an answer on the board, I'd would think that his finger was tracing over my heart. I have come to the conclusion that I think irrationally.
One day, I failed my fifth test in a row. Hara-sensei told me to stay after school for a few minutes. So I stood in front of his desk, thinking I was going to be scolded, but the look in his eyes was not of anger but of care. He looked over the tests once more before he spoke.
"Tooru-kun," he began, "you have failed five tests in a row. Can you explain to me why?"
There was not a touch of anger but of concern which scared me since I was told he'd yell at you if he made you stayed after.
"I'm sorry but I'm not good at math and..."
"That's no excuse. I don't see why you aren't improving since you do all your homework and projects. It's just...bothering me. Tooru, you have so much potential since you do so well in your other classes. English, Science, History...you excel in those classes and you could easily be one of the top students of your class but you're failing my class. Which is sadly holding you back. I want to see you succeed."
"Gomen."
"Please don't apologize. Do you have any ideas of how I can possibly help you? I can tutor you possibly since everyone else in the class is a complete idiot other than Niikura and he's a bigger asshole than I am!"
He laughed at how he made fun of the smartest kid in the class and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
"Tooru, listen. I can tutor you after school every Wednesday until exams. That is, if you'd like that," there was excitement in his voice that came out of nowhere.
"I would. Thank you for caring but I only have one condition."
His smile turned from a smile to a straight line. "And that would be?"
"Call me Kyo instead of Tooru."
He smiled again. "That's fine with me. So, I'll see on Wednesday?"
I just nodded. "Ja, Hara-sensei."
I left the classroom with a small smile on my face.
By: Jamie/fragmented_x
Pairing: KyoxToshiya
Raiting: NC-17, for sex in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the guys. I make no money from this.
Summary: Everyday I would rush to my math class. All my other classes, I would slowly make my way to them, and make smart ass remarks when the teacher's would scold me.
But not for Hara-sensei's class.
Author's Note: Toshiya is older than Kyo in this fic. There is no sex in this part but next part there will be. Um. I haven't written a Dir en grey fic in about 3-4 years. I feel so old right now. Haha. C/C welcomed!
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Everyday I would rush to my math class. All my other classes, I would slowly make my way to them, and make smart ass remarks when the teacher's would scold me.
But not for Hara-sensei's class.
It wasn't my favorite class because I was good in it. It was my favorite class because of him. Hara Toshimasa, the new math teacher at school. Which was odd since his teaching style pissed me off. He was strict. He wasn't as nice as his pretty eyes made him seem. Oh no. He was the complete opposite.
If you were just five seconds late after the bell, he would run his long legs over to the door to shut it in your face. It was locked, so you couldn't get in and even if you knocked, he wouldn't answer it. It left you no other choice but to wander the halls, which would ultimately get you written up for 'skipping'. He was an asshole of sorts, but his asshole-ness made me like him better.
He was a teacher who liked to ridicule the students. He'd always make the mathematically challenged members and the ones who never spoke go up to the board and explain how they solved a problem. If one of the steps was wrong, he'd start mumbling and then ask the class what the person did wrong. If no one knew, he'd go up to the board and solve it himself, but not without being a smartass and calling the student at the board an 'idiot' and the class a 'whole bunch of imbeciles'.
Being a teenager, my thoughts often drifted off during class. The class was boring. In fact, the only student who found it interesting was the over-achiever, Kaoru. Hara-sensei hated when students fell asleep during a lesson. He had a way of waking you up that did not involve you being hit or anything. He always had his bass guitar and amp with him. When he noticed most of the class wasn't paying attention, he would casually walk over to the other side of the room and plug his bass in. He'd turn the volume up really high and start playing random chords until the class woke up. Sometimes, he'd continue to play even if the class was awake. He said that it would give him more practice. It's not like he needed it since his skills were so amazing.
The girls in the class would say he was cute but the biggest douchebag in the world. He was strict. There was no doubt about it, but he knew how to teach.
I did horribly in his class. Not on purpose. I really did hate being scolded and forced to be humiliated in front of the class for not knowing an answer. Math was not one of my strong points in school.
Everyone at the school knew I had a temper but Hara-sensei's was worse. I would never try to cross the line with him. Once I started, I never knew when to stop. All my other teacher's would slap me for offending them but I never knew what Hara-sensei would.
I was scared of the skinny man with long legs, amazing hair, and bass skills that would put every bassist in Japan to shame. I was scared of my teacher. Not because of his temper but because of how I felt about him. I didn't hate the man, far from it. In fact, every action of his intrigued me so much. When he'd smile, I'd like to think he was smiling at me. When he'd write on the board, I'd imagine those hands writing indistiguishable words on my body that only he would know. When he'd point at an answer on the board, I'd would think that his finger was tracing over my heart. I have come to the conclusion that I think irrationally.
One day, I failed my fifth test in a row. Hara-sensei told me to stay after school for a few minutes. So I stood in front of his desk, thinking I was going to be scolded, but the look in his eyes was not of anger but of care. He looked over the tests once more before he spoke.
"Tooru-kun," he began, "you have failed five tests in a row. Can you explain to me why?"
There was not a touch of anger but of concern which scared me since I was told he'd yell at you if he made you stayed after.
"I'm sorry but I'm not good at math and..."
"That's no excuse. I don't see why you aren't improving since you do all your homework and projects. It's just...bothering me. Tooru, you have so much potential since you do so well in your other classes. English, Science, History...you excel in those classes and you could easily be one of the top students of your class but you're failing my class. Which is sadly holding you back. I want to see you succeed."
"Gomen."
"Please don't apologize. Do you have any ideas of how I can possibly help you? I can tutor you possibly since everyone else in the class is a complete idiot other than Niikura and he's a bigger asshole than I am!"
He laughed at how he made fun of the smartest kid in the class and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
"Tooru, listen. I can tutor you after school every Wednesday until exams. That is, if you'd like that," there was excitement in his voice that came out of nowhere.
"I would. Thank you for caring but I only have one condition."
His smile turned from a smile to a straight line. "And that would be?"
"Call me Kyo instead of Tooru."
He smiled again. "That's fine with me. So, I'll see on Wednesday?"
I just nodded. "Ja, Hara-sensei."
I left the classroom with a small smile on my face.