Intellectual War
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
5,576
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
chapter 9
“Hunny-bun!!” screamed a pink thing, rushing in from the doorway of the classroom.
“Where are you, my sweetie-pie? Come out, come out, wherever you are! Don’t worry, dear. We won’t hurt you.”
Well, one good thing had happened. It seemed that Sakura had taken her medica-
“You son of a b*tch! You f*ck*ng bastard! Where the f*ck are you? Damn you and your scheme to run away!! When I get my hands on you....”
Err… maybe not.
Now, you see what poor Shouta has to put up with! I mean, if I were him, I’d run as far and long as I could and not look back once.
One word: scary…
The table gave a squeak and rattled like it had some kind of strong vibrator installed in it. Oh, come on! You know to well that a table can't make sounds, let alone tremble like that! Well, maybe during an earthquake… but not when the ground is still and not even a passing wind is blowing.
“SHOUTA FREDRICK FUJI!!! Get your sexy ass from behind that desk and leave with us or we’ll let the whole school explode in ten tonnes of TNT!!”
Ah, that was none other than Gamma. I knew she couldn't keep quiet for long. It’s a miracle that she had been quiet for even five minutes. Oh my god, it’s been six minutes and thirty seconds!! That must be some record for her.
What? What’s wrong!?
Oh yeah, the TNT… is that all?
What now!! Huh? What’s the face for! So? What’s wrong with TNT?? Bombs…? What bombs?!! An explosion!?! Make sense would you!!
Oooohhh…!!
Did you really think she was going to blow up the school? How stupid. Of course she will!! That is… if her brother doesn’t mumble everyone out of the school first with his lecture on how to kill schoolboys.
Well, I guess, it depends on which comes first – and let me tell you, Shouta knows this all too well. And being the good, wise and caring teacher that he is… he bolted to the window again.
The intellect of an educated man… Inertia theory: for every action, there is a reaction. Hit the window hard and you land on your butt with a nice big concussion. It’s so simple, really, simple as that. But it seems that in his haste, Mr. Fuji has forgotten… With all the talk about escaping out of the window going on, Mr. Fuji plainly forgot to open the damn thing before he could put his plan to action!
Now, there is something important that I have neglected to inform you, the unfortunate audience, of. It’s, well… not really a big secret - it’s just that… out of the thirty students of the class all knew some form of martial arts (exclude one newbie). The President of the I LOVE SHOUTA FUJI club himself was the school captain of the Karate club – even in a medieval dress. Another tall devotee was the captain of the Kendo club. Other club-members of I LOVE SHOUTA FUJI were, together with Daisuke who was the Vice President, masters in Tai Kwon Do.
So, since the man whom they desired has fallen in a heap beside the window, they all decided with a simple sharp nod to defend him. They all lined up in a straight row facing the doorway. All were in a fighting stance of some sort; ready for battle and ready to win the heart of their beloved damsel in distress – I mean, uhm… Mr. Fuji’s heart. The last line of defence – literally – for Mr Fuji.
With all the locomotion going on, not a soul heard the footsteps of the great enemy, who had waiting silently to strike, approaching…
“Where are you, my sweetie-pie? Come out, come out, wherever you are! Don’t worry, dear. We won’t hurt you.”
Well, one good thing had happened. It seemed that Sakura had taken her medica-
“You son of a b*tch! You f*ck*ng bastard! Where the f*ck are you? Damn you and your scheme to run away!! When I get my hands on you....”
Err… maybe not.
Now, you see what poor Shouta has to put up with! I mean, if I were him, I’d run as far and long as I could and not look back once.
One word: scary…
The table gave a squeak and rattled like it had some kind of strong vibrator installed in it. Oh, come on! You know to well that a table can't make sounds, let alone tremble like that! Well, maybe during an earthquake… but not when the ground is still and not even a passing wind is blowing.
“SHOUTA FREDRICK FUJI!!! Get your sexy ass from behind that desk and leave with us or we’ll let the whole school explode in ten tonnes of TNT!!”
Ah, that was none other than Gamma. I knew she couldn't keep quiet for long. It’s a miracle that she had been quiet for even five minutes. Oh my god, it’s been six minutes and thirty seconds!! That must be some record for her.
What? What’s wrong!?
Oh yeah, the TNT… is that all?
What now!! Huh? What’s the face for! So? What’s wrong with TNT?? Bombs…? What bombs?!! An explosion!?! Make sense would you!!
Oooohhh…!!
Did you really think she was going to blow up the school? How stupid. Of course she will!! That is… if her brother doesn’t mumble everyone out of the school first with his lecture on how to kill schoolboys.
Well, I guess, it depends on which comes first – and let me tell you, Shouta knows this all too well. And being the good, wise and caring teacher that he is… he bolted to the window again.
The intellect of an educated man… Inertia theory: for every action, there is a reaction. Hit the window hard and you land on your butt with a nice big concussion. It’s so simple, really, simple as that. But it seems that in his haste, Mr. Fuji has forgotten… With all the talk about escaping out of the window going on, Mr. Fuji plainly forgot to open the damn thing before he could put his plan to action!
Now, there is something important that I have neglected to inform you, the unfortunate audience, of. It’s, well… not really a big secret - it’s just that… out of the thirty students of the class all knew some form of martial arts (exclude one newbie). The President of the I LOVE SHOUTA FUJI club himself was the school captain of the Karate club – even in a medieval dress. Another tall devotee was the captain of the Kendo club. Other club-members of I LOVE SHOUTA FUJI were, together with Daisuke who was the Vice President, masters in Tai Kwon Do.
So, since the man whom they desired has fallen in a heap beside the window, they all decided with a simple sharp nod to defend him. They all lined up in a straight row facing the doorway. All were in a fighting stance of some sort; ready for battle and ready to win the heart of their beloved damsel in distress – I mean, uhm… Mr. Fuji’s heart. The last line of defence – literally – for Mr Fuji.
With all the locomotion going on, not a soul heard the footsteps of the great enemy, who had waiting silently to strike, approaching…