Compassionate Sensei
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,105
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Part I
Title: Compassionate Sensei
Genre: Romance
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Characters: Original
Summary: Hatsuki Shinji, having been half American, was not always accepted with the Japanese youth. Yamato Haruki was a History teacher at the new high school for Shinji and showed him what being with another person can truly be like.
Part I
The bright morning sun protruded through the double panel window at the northern part of the room, just opposite the sleeping teen’s bed. The birds chirped their eager arrival as they soared, landed on trees, and sung their little hearts out at the early and progressing day. Green hills blossomed with kwanzan cherry trees. Japan was always a great place to live, having the outer parts of fields to travel as well as the towering mountains.
Shinji had only recently moved to Nagano, having made the long vigorous trip all the way from main central, Tokyo. Today would be the first day that he has been to his high school nearest his home. He had only moved to the small town two weeks ago and had not met any other person, having kept to the middle-class home they had purchased.
He strode the short distance to his closet, choosing from the very select variety of clothing inside and choosing the usual one-color t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He walked out from the closet, keeping in mind to neatly tuck everything back in before proceeding out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. Since he was seventeen, he was able to drive and no longer waited for his mother and father to drive him anywhere. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of bread in which were instantly stuffed into his mouth.
His keys hung on a hook labeled “the kid” beside the doorway. He grabbed them as quickly as he had opened the door, hulling his book bag and leaving without a word to the sleeping mother upstairs – his father had left earlier on a business trip. He was quick to get to his car, an Acura, finely kept and silver tinted.
~*~
The school stood out from the surrounding area. The brick décor of the building opposed all the surrounding homes. The landscaped area around the school was covered in red and yellow tulips that seemed to sing in the morning sun, just after a night of rain. Stone footsteps led to the entrance and into the main hall that was covered with thin paper-like wallpaper. The hall was quiet and without sound. The early morning birds chirped and in so doing, caused the echo to travel the length of the hall.
Shinji looked at his clock, realizing that he was an hour too early for class. He did not mind to be honest. He rather enjoyed the silence and solitude of being alone. He was never one to make friends easily. His years of earlier school had been fragmented with the many times he had moved. This was the final move, outlined by both his mother and his father. They made it clear to him that he could be as outgoing as his mind would allow. The fact of the matter was he was never really able to make friends.
He walked down the hall, looking down at the drawn piece of paper in his hands. His first class was history with Yamato-sensei. He wasn’t interested in all of the other subjects listed on the white piece of paper. His love had always been for history. He had always enjoyed the history of the British lands and the American Civil War, as well as the WWI and WWII. All of those subjects had allowed him to learn from mistakes made in the past, much like he would do in the future.
Shinji had never really done anything other than read. He was only five foot seven inches and weighed at around one hundred and ten pounds. He had a slim waist, much like a girls and so had always been teased for his very feminine look. His sapphire eyes and brown hair set him apart from all the others because his mother was American and had blue eyes and brown hair. His father was Japanese, and so they came to stay in Japan.
The room was numbered nineteen. He slowly tried the knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. His eyes widened when the soft murmuring of voices came from beneath the door. He opened the door cautiously, fixing his head through the gap. A man, about six feet two inches stood near the white board facing an arrangement of chairs. He turned, talking to himself quietly and proceeding to write on the white board with a green marker.
He had raven-black hair and abyssal dark eyes that glimmered under concentration. Shinji was also surprised to notice that the man had many piercings in his left ear. He wore a black suit with a black shirt and red tie. He was not like any teacher Shinji had seen in his life. His young appearance, not older than twenty-five years old, and his sense of style made him scream rebellious.
Having been looking at the man’s clothing, he had failed to notice the gaze that had fallen over him when his assessment had begun. He met dark eyes and the blush was already beginning to brighten his face. “Forgive me, Sensei.”
The man chuckled softly, heading for the door. He appeared in front of Shinji. His eyebrow was cocked and finely placed black silk was framing his face. The man seemed so powerful from close up. The deep cologne surrounded Shinji. His eyes traveled along the face to the side of the man’s head, falling upon the glittering metal that outer-lined the shell and lobe of his ear. This man was going to be his teacher?
“Can I help you with something?”
Shinji was suddenly drawn back to the man’s eyes and he quickly shook his head, caught without words. “I, um, am new. I just wanted to get familiar with the school. Besides, I am early.” He suddenly felt foolish for having interrupted the man full stream. ‘He seemed so focused,’ he thought absently.
“If you would like, you can come in? What is your name?” The man moved back and away from the door, having pulled it open in invitation.
“I’m Hatsuki Shinji.”
“Ah. I have you in my first class.” The man smiled as he walked back over to the board and left a disarrayed teen at the door. Shinji felt intrusive, having broken the man’s concentration and now having chosen to stay, was interrupting his plan to outline the history timeline.
He walked quietly to one of the front desks, placing the needed items for his first class along the front. He looked up to find Yamato-sensei’s eyes on him once more. He felt the blush return as the gaze seemed to run the length of his body.
Without thinking Shinji offered, “I’m half American. My mother has brown hair and blue eyes as well.” Yamato-sensei seemed to be thinking and nodded in response as he once more turned to the board. He wrote down a timeline that was outlined with the years, now currently being haisai. As he was writing, he stopped abruptly and turned.
Shinji was playing with his pencil when he looked up to find the gaze once more on him. The dark eyes seemed to be concentrating on him as they had the same glimmering affect as they had had when the man was writing earlier. Shinji held his pencil tightly watching his teacher for the moment that the gaze had fallen onto him. He was speechless. Since when did his teacher become so handsome and someone to admire?
Yamato-sensei walked forward a bit, his eyes locked with Shinji. “Somehow it seems that we have met before. Maybe somewhat like dejavu.” He walked over and sat on the desk near Shinji, putting the marker on the top of the desk and grinning. “Do you like it here in Nagano?”
Shinji bobbed his head slightly, trying his best to form a coherent response. “Very much, Sensei. How long have you lived here?”
“About a year. I moved here to teach at this school after I graduated from Tokyo University.”
Shinji smiled, “I would like to go there when I graduate. They say that I have the grades to enter after my final year in high school.” He sighed happily and watched his sensei with a sort of funny grin.
Shinji looked up at the clock and to his astonishment he found that it was five minutes to the first bell. He felt the blush tint his cheeks, before he willed it away. He was blushing a lot more than he should be and it was not like a man to blush. He turned his gaze back to his teacher and found the silly grin now present on the man’s face. “Hatsuki-san, would you like to help me after school days with organizing. I have looked at your past records and you are an amazing historian. You have knowledge that even I, as your sensei, do not have.”
Shinji smiled and nodded his head, “I would be honored.” The bell rang and Yamato-sensei was up and in front of the class before anyone had arrived, except Shinji of course. He was smiling to himself at the thought. Today he would be able to do something with his time instead of sit at home and in his room. He opened his book and looked up at the front of the room.
“I am Yamato-sensei and I would like to introduce you to my world. Prepare to be killed over with all of what you have to learn this year my young students. Hopefully, some of you have any knowledge of these two items on the board,” he thrusted the pen to the figure of the two world wars. He turned and caught Shinji’s gaze, his eyes glinting in a mischievous way.
~*~
All of Shinji’s other classes were as he thought, boring and not worth his time. He walked the short distance to room nineteen down the hall from his locker. He had packed his belongings tightly into his bag and hulled it over his shoulder. He knocked on the door briefly as he arrived at it.
The door creaked open and his sensei’s grinning face appeared from the given room. “Ah, Hatsuki-san please come in.” He moved and allowed Shinji to enter the classroom. Shinji could hear the faint click of the door closing and turned his head as he watched his teacher turn and look at him. The air somehow felt different. Yamato-sensei had removed his suit coat and was now in a full black shirt with a red tie. Shinji could see just the tip of a tattoo riding the rim of his neck.
“Sensei, if you don’t mind me asking, is that a tattoo?”
Yamato-sensei looked at him with a smirk, his eyes holding that mischievous glint once more as he removed the top button of his shirt and pulled it down to show the top of a dragon head tattoo. “Yes it is.”
“You aren’t like the other senseis,” Shinji said almost to himself. He looked up to find that the man was now sitting near him and smiling.
“Yeah, to tell you the truth, I never thought I would become a teacher. As you can see, I am not one to play the ‘good guy’ and it is hard for me to be the one to look to for help.” His eyes were gazing into Shinji’s, causing him to yet again blush.
“Sensei, isn’t there something that you would like me to do?”
Yamato-sensei looked at him with a deeper grin as he stood and motioned for Shinji to do that same. Shinji stood and as he did, he was only inches away from the man’s shoulder. He looked up and found that his sensei was also looking down at him. He felt his heart race as he tried to calm his nerves enough to move. He was, however, glued to the spot, so to speak. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, and the steady beat of the other’s near his ear.
He followed the man over to his desk and watched over his shoulder as he explained the gradual timeline process that he would be going over in class. Shinji pointed to an error, stating that “when this battle occurred, we were not under the leadership of Leader Gaiki.” He nodded as they slowly created a more accurate timeline.
~*~
When Shinji looked up at the clock, the hour was almost five in the evening. He sighed slightly, turning to look at his sensei. “I should get going; I’ll be late for dinner.” He watched as the man slowly rose to his feet with a long breath and stretched slightly.
“Yes. I will walk you to your car. Will you be able to come after school tomorrow to help me with a few things?” Shinji nodded as his sensei made his way over to his briefcase and began to fill it with his laptop and other papers.
They both walked down the dimly lit hall way towards the parking lot. He was amazed to find that his sensei drove a black motorcycle. “Sensei, you drive a motorcycle?” He looked at the glimmering surface as the sun was hitting it just right to make it shine like a star.
“Yes,” he grinned widely. “I’ll have to take you for a ride someday.” He pushed the helmet over his head after securely tying off the briefcase to the back. He swung his leg over the body to land on the seat and waited. Shinji realized that he was being cautious by waiting for him. He smiled as he got into his car and reversed out of the space.
He smiled to himself as he saw his teacher speed off and out of the area. He slowly drove out of the parking lot and on his way home.
~*~
As Shinji arrived at school on Friday, having just spent the last half an hour helping his mother to get her things out the door and ready for the plane, he noticed a few boys crowding the entrance. He walked to the entrance, his eyes down so not to make contact with the boys. “Excuse me, I need to get through.”
“You don’t fit in. Are you American?” The leader, Shinji assumed, had spiked red hair and his left eyebrow was pierced along with his ears in five different places each and one piercing at his chin. He wore chains that hung off his shirt and pants; the spikes on his wrist screamed I-will-hurt-you. Shinji moved back slightly.
“Yes, half,” he said as he looked up at the boy. His sapphire blue eyes glimmered at the boy. He stepped another step back as the boy advanced, his friends chuckling in the background.
“Well, well. I guess that you are something special then, eh?”
“Oh no, it’s just hereditary, nothing more.” Shinji stepped back slightly as yet another step was advanced. The boy looked at him with a smirk as he roughly grabbed Shinji’s face and turned it to the side to take a look at his proportions.
“Is there something wrong here?” Yamato-sensei’s voice rose over the laughter as the boy’s hand was removed from Shinji’s face and the man placed between them. Shinji felt the blush creep over his face as he looked out from the side to watch the boys back up.
“Not at all, Sensei. We were simply welcoming him to the school,” said the boy with red spikes.
“I see. Well if you do not mind, I’ll take it from here. See you boys in detention; all of you.” All the boys moaned as they left from the entrance and threw dirty looks at Shinji. He felt his face heat with a red blush as they finally disappeared.
“Are you okay, Hatsuki-san?”
Shinji looked up at the man with the slight nod of his head. “Thank you, Yamato-sensei.” He followed the man through the doors and proceeded down the hall into the classroom. He watched as many of the students watched them as they passed. Girls were starting to notice him as well as the boys who went there. He hadn’t yet met anyone that he could consider an interest, except Yamato-sensei.
He sat down in his usual seat at the front. He took out his binder and began to mark quotes for his English class. He was familiar with much of the English language and spoke it almost fluently. He was able to read and write English as well.
The bell rang, sounding through the hall way and the students began to shuffle into the room, their chatter rising as they took their seats. A boy with spiked black hair turned his eyes to Shinji, a smile present on his face. “My name is Izumi Taku. What is your name?”
“Hatsuki Shinji,” he extended a hand as they shook. He smiled as well, feeling the cheerfulness of having finally met someone. He looked up at the head of the room to find his teacher once more staring at him. The smile was present, yet it seemed to be forced. He shrugged off the thoughts and got to work on the timeline draft.
~*~
“So you are half American?! So cool…” Taku shoved what was left of his bento into his mouth as they sat underneath the large Sakura tree. His eyes were to the blue sky and his hands being idly licked fingertip by fingertip. He finally turned his eyes to Shinji, a grin that was so very common when they talked.
“Yes, it is nice.” Shinji was also watching the pale blue sky as he neatly chewed down the last of his tangerine and started on his rice and eel sushi. He was very excited to have had enough time to make his lunch today as he hadn’t eaten yesterday except for the few pieces of bread.
He rested his hands in his lap as he turned his head to his newly gained friend, “Anou, what do you think of Yamato-sensei?”
“He is really cool. He is down-to-earth and plus, he has a cool bike. I saw it yesterday and was drooling all through class. Did you know he also has tattoos!? Some guy…” he drank down some of his apple juice and grinned sheepishly at Shinji.
“Heh, yeah.”
~*~
Time flew quickly as the night hour spun into view. Shinji had fallen asleep on the desk near the window, waiting for sensei to return from a meeting. His eyes had grown heavy with sleep and he was unable to help them dropping.
He felt the light push on his shoulder and groaned softly as he heard the soft voice. “Hatsuki-san, you must be tired. You should probably go home.” Shinji awoke with a startle shake when a hand slowly eased its way over his head and through his hair. He opened his eyes and looked up to see that Yamato-sensei was already dressed for going home. He was wearing a black tank-top and jeans. His hair spiked out at the sides and hit just about his shoulders.
He nodded and stood from his seat, stumbling slightly. An arm came around his waist to hold him up and keeping him from falling. He smiled sheepishly and regained his footing. “Thank you, Sensei.”
“I don’t think you are fit for driving, Hatsuki-san.”
“That is okay, I walked here today…” he rubbed his eyes and swung his backpack over his shoulders.
“I’ll take you home; it’s too late to be walking.”
Shinji followed him out to the parking lot and was helped onto the bike. “Hatsuki-san, where is your house?”
“Um, can’t remember.” It wasn’t a lie. He was still not used to the area and didn’t know how to get home. His father was off on a business trip and his mother said she would be gone for two days visiting his brother in Tokyo.
“You can’t remember? Do you want to call your parents?”
“They aren’t home. My dad’s on a business trip and my mom left today to go visit my brother in Tokyo.” He tried to focus and remember what street he lived on. Today was Friday and so that meant he would have the weekend all to himself. He was very happy for this, it meant that he would have peace and quiet, but he couldn’t remember where it was.
Yamato-sensei sighed out, “You will have to stay with me until we get this figured out. When will your parents return?”
“My mom should be home late-night Sunday. I could get a hold of her tomorrow by phone.” He held on while they sped off for his teacher’s apartment/house, whatever it might be.
“They left you alone with the house? Odd. Okay, you can try tomorrow, but until then you can sleep in my extra bedroom.” He turned right, causing Shinji to clutch tighter to the waist he was holding. He could feel the muscles clench under his touch. Toned muscles. Very big toned muscles.
The house was bigger than he had expected. He waited for his teacher to get off before getting off. “Um, sensei, what will I wear?”
“I’ll loan you my clothes until you can get some of your own. I was thinking of asking your mother if I could take you in until Sunday. I don’t like the idea of you being alone especially in an area like this.” By that area, there were many gangs, much like he had seen at the entrance. Some of them did not appreciate people that were of the American background as so he was one of the main targets to be beaten.
They walked through the door into a dark entrance hall way. The smell was exotic, having the feel of Egyptian silk and the smell of vanilla blossoms. He followed the dark figure of his teacher down the hall and up the stairs to a row of rooms to his left and right. The large house was empty as he could hear, but he had wondered in the beginning why it had been. He felt the cool air bite at his skin as the light was turned on and he was finally in a room with a bed at the right corner. His breaths increased, watching Yamato-sensei go to the closet and pull out a set of pajamas.
“Here. You can take these to the bathroom and change. I’m afraid that you will be sleeping on the pull out futon in here. The bathroom is to your immediate right down the hall.” Shinji nodded sleepily and took off down the hall to the bathroom. The house was of elegant decoration. The white pearl sink was efficiently cleansing and the huge mirror was embroidered with gold metal. He walked back into the room to find that his teacher had also gotten dressed and was now setting up the futon.
He could feel the hammer of his heart in his chest. The dark pajamas fit loosely on him and made him appear all too skinny. The other was wearing somewhat of the same but they fit tightly to his muscular physique. The light was dimmed over the room and caused dark shadows to focus themselves on the floor, shadowing over the futon and bed to the right of it.
Shinji walked carefully over to the futon on the floor, making as little noise as possible. He turned, his eyes flickering over his sensei climbing into bed himself. The light hit him just right, outlining the dip of muscle and the dark color of his eyes and hair. Shinji was awestricken with how dark and mysterious his sensei seemed. ‘Like some sort of god-like demon,’ he thought.
He slipped beneath the covers. His eyes were a different shade when the moon hit them, causing the light to make them appear pale and glorious. A pale full moon set in the high sky, peering in through the window as though a guardian that watched over him during the night. Shinji only liked the night because you could see the stars and pale moon. It was mysterious and dark, two things that seemed to go with each other hand-in-hand.
“Goodnight, Sensei.”
“Goodnight Hatsuki-san.”
~*~
The birds were one of the first things that could be heard as Shinji arose from beneath his covers. The sun was bright upon his face having been right under the window and without shade to blind out the morning sun. He rose, yawning and stretching his body as he usually did ever morning. This morning was different, however, it did not contain the eeriness and complete neatness of his own room; one in which he had come to love so dearly ever since he had first moved there.
He turned his head, noticing that the bed beside his was still occupied with a sleeping man. He did not dare to walk over to peer at the sleeping sensei, as it was not polite in terms to do that to a person of authority over you. Instead, he snuck from the room and went to the bathroom in search of some form of cleaning utensil. He found an unopened toothbrush and vowed to pay his sensei back for it because he needed to brush his teeth. Once his early morning chores to himself were done, he snuck his way downstairs and found his clothes. He put them on in the downstairs bathroom and walked into the kitchen.
He wrote neatly on a piece of paper: “Sensei, thank you for allowing me to stay at your house. I used a new toothbrush that I will pay you back for on Monday. I hope that you have a good weekend. See you on Monday; your student, Hatsuki Shinji.” He finished the note and placed it on the counter. He grabbed his backpack and went to the door, quietly opening it. He felt a hand fall upon his shoulder.
”Where are you going?” a voice said from behind him.
”I was going home, Sensei.” He turned around to find his sensei now fully dressed in a black shirt and some dress pants. His hair was neatly combed in different directions and gelled into crazy spikes that swirled about his head. He looked like an older form of a rebellious teenager at one of the punk or rock concerts.
“I told you, I am going to ask your mother if it is okay if you stay here for the weekend. Don’t leave just yet until your mother has declined or approved of the idea. What is the number for the place she is staying?” Shinji wrote down the number on a piece of paper and watched as the man turned and walked into the kitchen. Shinji could hear the high beep of a phone being turned on. He leaned against the wall and sighed out as he heard the steady hum of his sensei’s baritone voice.
After a few minutes, Yamato-sensei walked into the entrance hall, holding out the phone. Shinji took the phone, placing it to his ear. “Hello?”
”Sweetie, are you okay with staying with Yamato-san for the week, it seems that I won’t be getting back until this Friday. He is a teacher and so I trust him if you trust him. Your brother broke his leg and will need some help. I don’t like the idea of you staying home alone since your father isn’t due back for another two weeks.” Her voice was calm, yet showed signs of worry. “Yamato-san said he’d be glad to have you stay with him.” His mother had a very American accent that allowed for others to immediately know that he was half American. He had always hated and loved that in many different situations.
“I’m fine with that. So you won’t be back until Friday? How did onii-san break his leg?” He leaned against the wall once more and looked up to see that his sensei was casting a humorous smile.
“Oh, um, well your brother…well, he…” she sounded as though she was trying her best not to laugh as she tried to voice what had happened. “Your brother fell off of a cow.” She giggled slightly as she coughed having heard her son screaming profanities at her.
“…a cow…” Shinji tried to figure out how something like that could happen in Tokyo. “…I don’t want to know.”
“Good, your brother would kill me if I told you.” He could hear the settle growl of his older brother in the background as she laughed. “I have to go sweetie, be good for Yamato-san and I will pick you up when I return. I have his number and address if anything goes wrong.”
Shinji closed the conversation by pressing off and handing the phone to Yamato-sensei. “Are you sure that you are okay with this?” He heard himself ask as he followed the older man into the kitchen. He watched as the phone was put down and a smiling man turned to look at him.
”I will be honored to have you,” he said as he went to the coffee maker, preparing it and turning it on. He looked around and then sidestepped to the refrigerator on the other side of the room. “Are you hungry?”
Shinji thought for a moment before shaking his head slightly. “Not really, you go ahead, I’m going to go to my house to get my clothes.” He went out of the kitchen once more traveling down the hall and into the entry way of the large house. He had his hand on the knob when he heard a chuckle from behind.
”I think I should drive you. You don’t even know where you are.”
Shinji laughed slightly, turning with a nod. “Yes, that could be a problem.”
~*~
After receiving his clothes from inside his room, Shinji roamed down the hall, his eyes befalling on his sensei’s head as he sat at the couch. He rushed into the study room and grabbed a few books that he would read for the week, and stuffed them into a luggage bag. Walking down the hall, he returned to the living room and watched as Yamato-sensei turned and smiled at him. He returned the smile.
”I’m done,” he said, holding up the bag as evidence of his accomplishment.
“Okay, then lets head back.” They both walked out of the house and onto the motorcycle. The helmet was placed securely on his head before he was allowed onto the bike. He held tightly to his sensei’s waist and closed his eyes as they sped onto the street and towards the man’s house.
~*~
As they arrived at the house, Shinji had to grab his belongings from the back of the bike and lug them into the house. He followed his sensei until they turned off into different directions, his sensei going into the kitchen while he traveled up the stairs to put his things into the bedroom. The cool breeze passed through the window, hitting him as he set them just beside the bed. He sighed as he looked out into the beautiful hills of his town. He turned and walked out of the room, having decided that he would do better if he was down stairs.
The summer heat was pouring into the household, but lucky for them, the air conditioner had been turned on to allow for a chill to begin cooling the house down. He was working a sweat on the shine of his forehead, one that allowed trickles of cooling, salty sweat to run along his nose and the sides of his face. He brushed aside some of the brown hair that stuck to the top of his forehead as he inched inside the kitchen.
His sensei was sitting at the table, a book drawn between his fingers and his eyes reading feverishly of a plot unknown to Shinji. Not wanting to prod at the man, he simply kept his distance as he stood nearest the end of the kitchen, more towards the refrigerator. The man had not even looked up to acknowledge his presence, merely continued to read his book.
Shinji was growing more interested by the idea of another person reading other than himself. The man did not carry many characteristics of someone that liked to read in their spare time, yet judgments have been known to be wrong in the past. Shinji did not like to stereotype, but it did truly surprise him that this man was reading.
He walked the short distance between them, taking a seat on the floor just across from Yamato-sensei. He looked at the title of the book and felt the blush creep over his face. History for Dummies was bolded on the front of the painfully yellow book. He shook his head slightly, returning his eyes to the other. He was confronted with two confused eyes, ones that asked him what he found so amusing. He broke into a short snort as he pointed to the book title.
“I was merely checking my facts,” his sensei said in a matter-of-fact way. He put the book down on the table, running his fingertips over the binding and then bringing his gaze back to his student.
“I’m sure you were, Sensei.” He laughed once more before resting his hands on his chin and smiling at the other in a snide sort of way - one that stated that he was proud to have known more than his teacher.
“Please call me Haruki,” he said with a smirk.
“Haruki? Is it really okay to call you that?”
“Not while we are at school, but while we are together outside of school that is what I think is best. Besides, when we go out, I can’t have you calling me sensei all over the place. People might think it odd that a teacher and a student are together outside of class.” He stood from the floor stretching out the aches that had developed while he had been sitting there.
“I guess then you should call me Shinji.” He felt odd telling an adult to call him Shinji. Most people called him by his last name as a form of common courtesy. When first names were used, it was a personal form of friendship.
They both looked from one another with an odd tension that was slowly building between them. Shinji could not help but notice the now forming sweat that flowed down the man’s arms and elaborating his tan skin. His dark hair, mysteriously dark eyes, and tan skin were a captivating sight. Shinji felt the blush return to his face as he was forced to look away. How could he notice a man in such a way, to be more specific, his sensei? He felt as though he was crossing a boundary line that was set and could not be crossed.
He breathed out as he heard the steady footsteps of the other’s descent. When he turned his head, his sensei was gone from the room without a single word left between them since he had allowed the man to speak to him in such an intimate manner. ‘What did I say?’ he thought irritably.
He got up, noticing that the sun was descending in the sky. This was the perfect time to take a walk out in the open. The breeze would cool down his nerves, and that is what, at that moment, he needed.
“Haruki-san, I am going to go take a walk.” He left without hearing a word of approval.
~*~
The wind outside was a steady gust that ruffled his clothes as he pushed forward on the darkening path. The lights were dimming quickly as he continued on his uncharted path. Only the soft rustle of trees and bushes could be heard through out the quiet street. The heat was growing calmer as the wind cooled the hot surface of the streets and brought out the pale moon to once more reign over the sky.
Shinji walked with more persistency than he had ever used during the night. The wind was just enough to make him tip forward as he traveled forward. The darkness had not scared him; on the contrary, it was soothing him in every possible way. He no longer had to think about the situations of attraction. He could just walk and watch the surroundings without care.
Voices echoed from the street. Shinji had to turn one hundred and eighty degrees to just look around. The forms of taller figures were walking leisurely his way. He did not want to automatically assume anything, so he turned and continued to walk. It was not until he heard the soft laughter of teen boys behind him that he turned once more to see the gang from the other day. He took in slow steady breaths as they grew closer. He was not afraid. He would not be afraid of boys like them.
As they grew closer, his hands continuously convulsed into fists, preparing him for something that he knew that he could never accomplish. There were too many of them for him to fight efficiently. He would have to run if their intentions seemed dangerous. He had not noticed that one of them was coming from behind, or that the leader was slowly withdrawing his dagger, or that the head boy was smirking maliciously at him. He had not noticed any of these things until he was grabbed from behind and held tightly, a hand covering his mouth.
He tried to scream, but it was muffled as the head boy approached, his dagger drawn. Shinji could not have seen this coming. Just from having taken a walk, he had put himself into danger. He struggled against the hold, screaming more loudly and biting down on the hand. It was withdrawn, but the hold on him only grew tighter and more demanding. The dagger was now against his throat, ceasing any movements that he had tried to use to get out of the hold.
“Well, well, who have we here?” The smirk was plastered to the boys face as he twisted the dagger, cutting into Shinji’s skin slightly. He bit his lower lip to hold back the whimper now in his throat. The boys around him laughed softly as they watched him begin to hold back the tears now forming in his eyes.
He refused to talk, not trusting his voice to do it with the same calm as he had the first time they had met. He closed his eyes, withdrawing the sense of sight and only allowing his other senses to do all the talking. He did not hear the approaching footsteps, but he did hear the sudden gasps of the men of the group. The grip on him was released as he fell to the ground, his arms screaming out in pain. He could hear the sounds of boys yelling and the same boy that had had the dagger at his throat scream out in pain and the steady beat of feet against the sidewalk.
Strong arms picked him up from the ground and pulled him against a muscled chest. He opened his eyes, looking into the dark orbs of his sensei. He closed his eyes tightly, sobbing softly as he was carried back to his elder’s house. He felt the steady footsteps climbing the stairs and the harsh breathing of Haruki-san. He felt soft mattress beneath him as he shivered, holding himself protectively.
“Shh…you are safe now Shinji.” He heard the low baritone of his sensei and the soft movement of the bed. The feel of someone’s hand brushing away the hair from his tightly closed eyes, the feeling of his tears wiped away with tenderness and the soft touch to his cheek after effectively wiping the remaining tears from his face and eyes.
Shinji finally opened his eyes, looking up into the eyes of a truly concerned man. He could see the ruffled hair and the tugged clothing. There was a tear near the man’s abdomen. It looked like it was quite the brawl. The man looked worn out, tired from fighting a bunch of reckless teens. He was, however, concerned about Shinji.
Shinji looked at the man’s arm and was upset to notice a wound bleeding. “Y-your injured,” he stated with a shaken voice as he sat up, but soon regretted the movement. He groaned and heard the soft chuckle of the other man.
“I’m fine. How are you feeling?”
“Like a billion yen,” he laughed as he looked up. He noticed that the hand had not removed itself from his face. He looked back into the man’s eyes and was suddenly surprised to notice emotions clouding his eyes.
“I thought that they were going to hurt you. I almost lost all my nerve when I saw him with a dagger to your neck.” His hand slowly fell from his cheek and began to caress his neck. His eyes widened by the movement. He felt the fingers rubbing over the expanse of his neck, as though mesmerized. Before he could react, he saw Haruki lean over and press his lips to his gently. His breath was lost from him as he closed his eyes at the tender touch.
“When I thought of losing you, I couldn’t stand myself. I’ve never felt this way.” Shinji looked up after the tender touch and smiled, pressing a calmed hand to the man’s face. He did not understand what he was feeling or what exactly was going on, but he did not want for it to end. He wanted to feel that tenderness once more. He no longer wanted to be deprived of intimacy.
“Then let’s not lose each other,” he said softly. He felt the returning lips and breathed out as the touch was not demanding nor was it hesitant. It seemed to be just right for that moment in time. A moment in which Shinji hoped would last for a long time.
~*~
Author: It might take me a while to finish Part Two, but please be patient. I am also looking for a beta. If you will be willing, please email me at Oxymoronic_leader@hotmail.com. Thank you ^.^
Genre: Romance
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Characters: Original
Summary: Hatsuki Shinji, having been half American, was not always accepted with the Japanese youth. Yamato Haruki was a History teacher at the new high school for Shinji and showed him what being with another person can truly be like.
Part I
The bright morning sun protruded through the double panel window at the northern part of the room, just opposite the sleeping teen’s bed. The birds chirped their eager arrival as they soared, landed on trees, and sung their little hearts out at the early and progressing day. Green hills blossomed with kwanzan cherry trees. Japan was always a great place to live, having the outer parts of fields to travel as well as the towering mountains.
Shinji had only recently moved to Nagano, having made the long vigorous trip all the way from main central, Tokyo. Today would be the first day that he has been to his high school nearest his home. He had only moved to the small town two weeks ago and had not met any other person, having kept to the middle-class home they had purchased.
He strode the short distance to his closet, choosing from the very select variety of clothing inside and choosing the usual one-color t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He walked out from the closet, keeping in mind to neatly tuck everything back in before proceeding out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. Since he was seventeen, he was able to drive and no longer waited for his mother and father to drive him anywhere. He made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of bread in which were instantly stuffed into his mouth.
His keys hung on a hook labeled “the kid” beside the doorway. He grabbed them as quickly as he had opened the door, hulling his book bag and leaving without a word to the sleeping mother upstairs – his father had left earlier on a business trip. He was quick to get to his car, an Acura, finely kept and silver tinted.
~*~
The school stood out from the surrounding area. The brick décor of the building opposed all the surrounding homes. The landscaped area around the school was covered in red and yellow tulips that seemed to sing in the morning sun, just after a night of rain. Stone footsteps led to the entrance and into the main hall that was covered with thin paper-like wallpaper. The hall was quiet and without sound. The early morning birds chirped and in so doing, caused the echo to travel the length of the hall.
Shinji looked at his clock, realizing that he was an hour too early for class. He did not mind to be honest. He rather enjoyed the silence and solitude of being alone. He was never one to make friends easily. His years of earlier school had been fragmented with the many times he had moved. This was the final move, outlined by both his mother and his father. They made it clear to him that he could be as outgoing as his mind would allow. The fact of the matter was he was never really able to make friends.
He walked down the hall, looking down at the drawn piece of paper in his hands. His first class was history with Yamato-sensei. He wasn’t interested in all of the other subjects listed on the white piece of paper. His love had always been for history. He had always enjoyed the history of the British lands and the American Civil War, as well as the WWI and WWII. All of those subjects had allowed him to learn from mistakes made in the past, much like he would do in the future.
Shinji had never really done anything other than read. He was only five foot seven inches and weighed at around one hundred and ten pounds. He had a slim waist, much like a girls and so had always been teased for his very feminine look. His sapphire eyes and brown hair set him apart from all the others because his mother was American and had blue eyes and brown hair. His father was Japanese, and so they came to stay in Japan.
The room was numbered nineteen. He slowly tried the knob and was surprised to find it unlocked. His eyes widened when the soft murmuring of voices came from beneath the door. He opened the door cautiously, fixing his head through the gap. A man, about six feet two inches stood near the white board facing an arrangement of chairs. He turned, talking to himself quietly and proceeding to write on the white board with a green marker.
He had raven-black hair and abyssal dark eyes that glimmered under concentration. Shinji was also surprised to notice that the man had many piercings in his left ear. He wore a black suit with a black shirt and red tie. He was not like any teacher Shinji had seen in his life. His young appearance, not older than twenty-five years old, and his sense of style made him scream rebellious.
Having been looking at the man’s clothing, he had failed to notice the gaze that had fallen over him when his assessment had begun. He met dark eyes and the blush was already beginning to brighten his face. “Forgive me, Sensei.”
The man chuckled softly, heading for the door. He appeared in front of Shinji. His eyebrow was cocked and finely placed black silk was framing his face. The man seemed so powerful from close up. The deep cologne surrounded Shinji. His eyes traveled along the face to the side of the man’s head, falling upon the glittering metal that outer-lined the shell and lobe of his ear. This man was going to be his teacher?
“Can I help you with something?”
Shinji was suddenly drawn back to the man’s eyes and he quickly shook his head, caught without words. “I, um, am new. I just wanted to get familiar with the school. Besides, I am early.” He suddenly felt foolish for having interrupted the man full stream. ‘He seemed so focused,’ he thought absently.
“If you would like, you can come in? What is your name?” The man moved back and away from the door, having pulled it open in invitation.
“I’m Hatsuki Shinji.”
“Ah. I have you in my first class.” The man smiled as he walked back over to the board and left a disarrayed teen at the door. Shinji felt intrusive, having broken the man’s concentration and now having chosen to stay, was interrupting his plan to outline the history timeline.
He walked quietly to one of the front desks, placing the needed items for his first class along the front. He looked up to find Yamato-sensei’s eyes on him once more. He felt the blush return as the gaze seemed to run the length of his body.
Without thinking Shinji offered, “I’m half American. My mother has brown hair and blue eyes as well.” Yamato-sensei seemed to be thinking and nodded in response as he once more turned to the board. He wrote down a timeline that was outlined with the years, now currently being haisai. As he was writing, he stopped abruptly and turned.
Shinji was playing with his pencil when he looked up to find the gaze once more on him. The dark eyes seemed to be concentrating on him as they had the same glimmering affect as they had had when the man was writing earlier. Shinji held his pencil tightly watching his teacher for the moment that the gaze had fallen onto him. He was speechless. Since when did his teacher become so handsome and someone to admire?
Yamato-sensei walked forward a bit, his eyes locked with Shinji. “Somehow it seems that we have met before. Maybe somewhat like dejavu.” He walked over and sat on the desk near Shinji, putting the marker on the top of the desk and grinning. “Do you like it here in Nagano?”
Shinji bobbed his head slightly, trying his best to form a coherent response. “Very much, Sensei. How long have you lived here?”
“About a year. I moved here to teach at this school after I graduated from Tokyo University.”
Shinji smiled, “I would like to go there when I graduate. They say that I have the grades to enter after my final year in high school.” He sighed happily and watched his sensei with a sort of funny grin.
Shinji looked up at the clock and to his astonishment he found that it was five minutes to the first bell. He felt the blush tint his cheeks, before he willed it away. He was blushing a lot more than he should be and it was not like a man to blush. He turned his gaze back to his teacher and found the silly grin now present on the man’s face. “Hatsuki-san, would you like to help me after school days with organizing. I have looked at your past records and you are an amazing historian. You have knowledge that even I, as your sensei, do not have.”
Shinji smiled and nodded his head, “I would be honored.” The bell rang and Yamato-sensei was up and in front of the class before anyone had arrived, except Shinji of course. He was smiling to himself at the thought. Today he would be able to do something with his time instead of sit at home and in his room. He opened his book and looked up at the front of the room.
“I am Yamato-sensei and I would like to introduce you to my world. Prepare to be killed over with all of what you have to learn this year my young students. Hopefully, some of you have any knowledge of these two items on the board,” he thrusted the pen to the figure of the two world wars. He turned and caught Shinji’s gaze, his eyes glinting in a mischievous way.
~*~
All of Shinji’s other classes were as he thought, boring and not worth his time. He walked the short distance to room nineteen down the hall from his locker. He had packed his belongings tightly into his bag and hulled it over his shoulder. He knocked on the door briefly as he arrived at it.
The door creaked open and his sensei’s grinning face appeared from the given room. “Ah, Hatsuki-san please come in.” He moved and allowed Shinji to enter the classroom. Shinji could hear the faint click of the door closing and turned his head as he watched his teacher turn and look at him. The air somehow felt different. Yamato-sensei had removed his suit coat and was now in a full black shirt with a red tie. Shinji could see just the tip of a tattoo riding the rim of his neck.
“Sensei, if you don’t mind me asking, is that a tattoo?”
Yamato-sensei looked at him with a smirk, his eyes holding that mischievous glint once more as he removed the top button of his shirt and pulled it down to show the top of a dragon head tattoo. “Yes it is.”
“You aren’t like the other senseis,” Shinji said almost to himself. He looked up to find that the man was now sitting near him and smiling.
“Yeah, to tell you the truth, I never thought I would become a teacher. As you can see, I am not one to play the ‘good guy’ and it is hard for me to be the one to look to for help.” His eyes were gazing into Shinji’s, causing him to yet again blush.
“Sensei, isn’t there something that you would like me to do?”
Yamato-sensei looked at him with a deeper grin as he stood and motioned for Shinji to do that same. Shinji stood and as he did, he was only inches away from the man’s shoulder. He looked up and found that his sensei was also looking down at him. He felt his heart race as he tried to calm his nerves enough to move. He was, however, glued to the spot, so to speak. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, and the steady beat of the other’s near his ear.
He followed the man over to his desk and watched over his shoulder as he explained the gradual timeline process that he would be going over in class. Shinji pointed to an error, stating that “when this battle occurred, we were not under the leadership of Leader Gaiki.” He nodded as they slowly created a more accurate timeline.
~*~
When Shinji looked up at the clock, the hour was almost five in the evening. He sighed slightly, turning to look at his sensei. “I should get going; I’ll be late for dinner.” He watched as the man slowly rose to his feet with a long breath and stretched slightly.
“Yes. I will walk you to your car. Will you be able to come after school tomorrow to help me with a few things?” Shinji nodded as his sensei made his way over to his briefcase and began to fill it with his laptop and other papers.
They both walked down the dimly lit hall way towards the parking lot. He was amazed to find that his sensei drove a black motorcycle. “Sensei, you drive a motorcycle?” He looked at the glimmering surface as the sun was hitting it just right to make it shine like a star.
“Yes,” he grinned widely. “I’ll have to take you for a ride someday.” He pushed the helmet over his head after securely tying off the briefcase to the back. He swung his leg over the body to land on the seat and waited. Shinji realized that he was being cautious by waiting for him. He smiled as he got into his car and reversed out of the space.
He smiled to himself as he saw his teacher speed off and out of the area. He slowly drove out of the parking lot and on his way home.
~*~
As Shinji arrived at school on Friday, having just spent the last half an hour helping his mother to get her things out the door and ready for the plane, he noticed a few boys crowding the entrance. He walked to the entrance, his eyes down so not to make contact with the boys. “Excuse me, I need to get through.”
“You don’t fit in. Are you American?” The leader, Shinji assumed, had spiked red hair and his left eyebrow was pierced along with his ears in five different places each and one piercing at his chin. He wore chains that hung off his shirt and pants; the spikes on his wrist screamed I-will-hurt-you. Shinji moved back slightly.
“Yes, half,” he said as he looked up at the boy. His sapphire blue eyes glimmered at the boy. He stepped another step back as the boy advanced, his friends chuckling in the background.
“Well, well. I guess that you are something special then, eh?”
“Oh no, it’s just hereditary, nothing more.” Shinji stepped back slightly as yet another step was advanced. The boy looked at him with a smirk as he roughly grabbed Shinji’s face and turned it to the side to take a look at his proportions.
“Is there something wrong here?” Yamato-sensei’s voice rose over the laughter as the boy’s hand was removed from Shinji’s face and the man placed between them. Shinji felt the blush creep over his face as he looked out from the side to watch the boys back up.
“Not at all, Sensei. We were simply welcoming him to the school,” said the boy with red spikes.
“I see. Well if you do not mind, I’ll take it from here. See you boys in detention; all of you.” All the boys moaned as they left from the entrance and threw dirty looks at Shinji. He felt his face heat with a red blush as they finally disappeared.
“Are you okay, Hatsuki-san?”
Shinji looked up at the man with the slight nod of his head. “Thank you, Yamato-sensei.” He followed the man through the doors and proceeded down the hall into the classroom. He watched as many of the students watched them as they passed. Girls were starting to notice him as well as the boys who went there. He hadn’t yet met anyone that he could consider an interest, except Yamato-sensei.
He sat down in his usual seat at the front. He took out his binder and began to mark quotes for his English class. He was familiar with much of the English language and spoke it almost fluently. He was able to read and write English as well.
The bell rang, sounding through the hall way and the students began to shuffle into the room, their chatter rising as they took their seats. A boy with spiked black hair turned his eyes to Shinji, a smile present on his face. “My name is Izumi Taku. What is your name?”
“Hatsuki Shinji,” he extended a hand as they shook. He smiled as well, feeling the cheerfulness of having finally met someone. He looked up at the head of the room to find his teacher once more staring at him. The smile was present, yet it seemed to be forced. He shrugged off the thoughts and got to work on the timeline draft.
~*~
“So you are half American?! So cool…” Taku shoved what was left of his bento into his mouth as they sat underneath the large Sakura tree. His eyes were to the blue sky and his hands being idly licked fingertip by fingertip. He finally turned his eyes to Shinji, a grin that was so very common when they talked.
“Yes, it is nice.” Shinji was also watching the pale blue sky as he neatly chewed down the last of his tangerine and started on his rice and eel sushi. He was very excited to have had enough time to make his lunch today as he hadn’t eaten yesterday except for the few pieces of bread.
He rested his hands in his lap as he turned his head to his newly gained friend, “Anou, what do you think of Yamato-sensei?”
“He is really cool. He is down-to-earth and plus, he has a cool bike. I saw it yesterday and was drooling all through class. Did you know he also has tattoos!? Some guy…” he drank down some of his apple juice and grinned sheepishly at Shinji.
“Heh, yeah.”
~*~
Time flew quickly as the night hour spun into view. Shinji had fallen asleep on the desk near the window, waiting for sensei to return from a meeting. His eyes had grown heavy with sleep and he was unable to help them dropping.
He felt the light push on his shoulder and groaned softly as he heard the soft voice. “Hatsuki-san, you must be tired. You should probably go home.” Shinji awoke with a startle shake when a hand slowly eased its way over his head and through his hair. He opened his eyes and looked up to see that Yamato-sensei was already dressed for going home. He was wearing a black tank-top and jeans. His hair spiked out at the sides and hit just about his shoulders.
He nodded and stood from his seat, stumbling slightly. An arm came around his waist to hold him up and keeping him from falling. He smiled sheepishly and regained his footing. “Thank you, Sensei.”
“I don’t think you are fit for driving, Hatsuki-san.”
“That is okay, I walked here today…” he rubbed his eyes and swung his backpack over his shoulders.
“I’ll take you home; it’s too late to be walking.”
Shinji followed him out to the parking lot and was helped onto the bike. “Hatsuki-san, where is your house?”
“Um, can’t remember.” It wasn’t a lie. He was still not used to the area and didn’t know how to get home. His father was off on a business trip and his mother said she would be gone for two days visiting his brother in Tokyo.
“You can’t remember? Do you want to call your parents?”
“They aren’t home. My dad’s on a business trip and my mom left today to go visit my brother in Tokyo.” He tried to focus and remember what street he lived on. Today was Friday and so that meant he would have the weekend all to himself. He was very happy for this, it meant that he would have peace and quiet, but he couldn’t remember where it was.
Yamato-sensei sighed out, “You will have to stay with me until we get this figured out. When will your parents return?”
“My mom should be home late-night Sunday. I could get a hold of her tomorrow by phone.” He held on while they sped off for his teacher’s apartment/house, whatever it might be.
“They left you alone with the house? Odd. Okay, you can try tomorrow, but until then you can sleep in my extra bedroom.” He turned right, causing Shinji to clutch tighter to the waist he was holding. He could feel the muscles clench under his touch. Toned muscles. Very big toned muscles.
The house was bigger than he had expected. He waited for his teacher to get off before getting off. “Um, sensei, what will I wear?”
“I’ll loan you my clothes until you can get some of your own. I was thinking of asking your mother if I could take you in until Sunday. I don’t like the idea of you being alone especially in an area like this.” By that area, there were many gangs, much like he had seen at the entrance. Some of them did not appreciate people that were of the American background as so he was one of the main targets to be beaten.
They walked through the door into a dark entrance hall way. The smell was exotic, having the feel of Egyptian silk and the smell of vanilla blossoms. He followed the dark figure of his teacher down the hall and up the stairs to a row of rooms to his left and right. The large house was empty as he could hear, but he had wondered in the beginning why it had been. He felt the cool air bite at his skin as the light was turned on and he was finally in a room with a bed at the right corner. His breaths increased, watching Yamato-sensei go to the closet and pull out a set of pajamas.
“Here. You can take these to the bathroom and change. I’m afraid that you will be sleeping on the pull out futon in here. The bathroom is to your immediate right down the hall.” Shinji nodded sleepily and took off down the hall to the bathroom. The house was of elegant decoration. The white pearl sink was efficiently cleansing and the huge mirror was embroidered with gold metal. He walked back into the room to find that his teacher had also gotten dressed and was now setting up the futon.
He could feel the hammer of his heart in his chest. The dark pajamas fit loosely on him and made him appear all too skinny. The other was wearing somewhat of the same but they fit tightly to his muscular physique. The light was dimmed over the room and caused dark shadows to focus themselves on the floor, shadowing over the futon and bed to the right of it.
Shinji walked carefully over to the futon on the floor, making as little noise as possible. He turned, his eyes flickering over his sensei climbing into bed himself. The light hit him just right, outlining the dip of muscle and the dark color of his eyes and hair. Shinji was awestricken with how dark and mysterious his sensei seemed. ‘Like some sort of god-like demon,’ he thought.
He slipped beneath the covers. His eyes were a different shade when the moon hit them, causing the light to make them appear pale and glorious. A pale full moon set in the high sky, peering in through the window as though a guardian that watched over him during the night. Shinji only liked the night because you could see the stars and pale moon. It was mysterious and dark, two things that seemed to go with each other hand-in-hand.
“Goodnight, Sensei.”
“Goodnight Hatsuki-san.”
~*~
The birds were one of the first things that could be heard as Shinji arose from beneath his covers. The sun was bright upon his face having been right under the window and without shade to blind out the morning sun. He rose, yawning and stretching his body as he usually did ever morning. This morning was different, however, it did not contain the eeriness and complete neatness of his own room; one in which he had come to love so dearly ever since he had first moved there.
He turned his head, noticing that the bed beside his was still occupied with a sleeping man. He did not dare to walk over to peer at the sleeping sensei, as it was not polite in terms to do that to a person of authority over you. Instead, he snuck from the room and went to the bathroom in search of some form of cleaning utensil. He found an unopened toothbrush and vowed to pay his sensei back for it because he needed to brush his teeth. Once his early morning chores to himself were done, he snuck his way downstairs and found his clothes. He put them on in the downstairs bathroom and walked into the kitchen.
He wrote neatly on a piece of paper: “Sensei, thank you for allowing me to stay at your house. I used a new toothbrush that I will pay you back for on Monday. I hope that you have a good weekend. See you on Monday; your student, Hatsuki Shinji.” He finished the note and placed it on the counter. He grabbed his backpack and went to the door, quietly opening it. He felt a hand fall upon his shoulder.
”Where are you going?” a voice said from behind him.
”I was going home, Sensei.” He turned around to find his sensei now fully dressed in a black shirt and some dress pants. His hair was neatly combed in different directions and gelled into crazy spikes that swirled about his head. He looked like an older form of a rebellious teenager at one of the punk or rock concerts.
“I told you, I am going to ask your mother if it is okay if you stay here for the weekend. Don’t leave just yet until your mother has declined or approved of the idea. What is the number for the place she is staying?” Shinji wrote down the number on a piece of paper and watched as the man turned and walked into the kitchen. Shinji could hear the high beep of a phone being turned on. He leaned against the wall and sighed out as he heard the steady hum of his sensei’s baritone voice.
After a few minutes, Yamato-sensei walked into the entrance hall, holding out the phone. Shinji took the phone, placing it to his ear. “Hello?”
”Sweetie, are you okay with staying with Yamato-san for the week, it seems that I won’t be getting back until this Friday. He is a teacher and so I trust him if you trust him. Your brother broke his leg and will need some help. I don’t like the idea of you staying home alone since your father isn’t due back for another two weeks.” Her voice was calm, yet showed signs of worry. “Yamato-san said he’d be glad to have you stay with him.” His mother had a very American accent that allowed for others to immediately know that he was half American. He had always hated and loved that in many different situations.
“I’m fine with that. So you won’t be back until Friday? How did onii-san break his leg?” He leaned against the wall once more and looked up to see that his sensei was casting a humorous smile.
“Oh, um, well your brother…well, he…” she sounded as though she was trying her best not to laugh as she tried to voice what had happened. “Your brother fell off of a cow.” She giggled slightly as she coughed having heard her son screaming profanities at her.
“…a cow…” Shinji tried to figure out how something like that could happen in Tokyo. “…I don’t want to know.”
“Good, your brother would kill me if I told you.” He could hear the settle growl of his older brother in the background as she laughed. “I have to go sweetie, be good for Yamato-san and I will pick you up when I return. I have his number and address if anything goes wrong.”
Shinji closed the conversation by pressing off and handing the phone to Yamato-sensei. “Are you sure that you are okay with this?” He heard himself ask as he followed the older man into the kitchen. He watched as the phone was put down and a smiling man turned to look at him.
”I will be honored to have you,” he said as he went to the coffee maker, preparing it and turning it on. He looked around and then sidestepped to the refrigerator on the other side of the room. “Are you hungry?”
Shinji thought for a moment before shaking his head slightly. “Not really, you go ahead, I’m going to go to my house to get my clothes.” He went out of the kitchen once more traveling down the hall and into the entry way of the large house. He had his hand on the knob when he heard a chuckle from behind.
”I think I should drive you. You don’t even know where you are.”
Shinji laughed slightly, turning with a nod. “Yes, that could be a problem.”
~*~
After receiving his clothes from inside his room, Shinji roamed down the hall, his eyes befalling on his sensei’s head as he sat at the couch. He rushed into the study room and grabbed a few books that he would read for the week, and stuffed them into a luggage bag. Walking down the hall, he returned to the living room and watched as Yamato-sensei turned and smiled at him. He returned the smile.
”I’m done,” he said, holding up the bag as evidence of his accomplishment.
“Okay, then lets head back.” They both walked out of the house and onto the motorcycle. The helmet was placed securely on his head before he was allowed onto the bike. He held tightly to his sensei’s waist and closed his eyes as they sped onto the street and towards the man’s house.
~*~
As they arrived at the house, Shinji had to grab his belongings from the back of the bike and lug them into the house. He followed his sensei until they turned off into different directions, his sensei going into the kitchen while he traveled up the stairs to put his things into the bedroom. The cool breeze passed through the window, hitting him as he set them just beside the bed. He sighed as he looked out into the beautiful hills of his town. He turned and walked out of the room, having decided that he would do better if he was down stairs.
The summer heat was pouring into the household, but lucky for them, the air conditioner had been turned on to allow for a chill to begin cooling the house down. He was working a sweat on the shine of his forehead, one that allowed trickles of cooling, salty sweat to run along his nose and the sides of his face. He brushed aside some of the brown hair that stuck to the top of his forehead as he inched inside the kitchen.
His sensei was sitting at the table, a book drawn between his fingers and his eyes reading feverishly of a plot unknown to Shinji. Not wanting to prod at the man, he simply kept his distance as he stood nearest the end of the kitchen, more towards the refrigerator. The man had not even looked up to acknowledge his presence, merely continued to read his book.
Shinji was growing more interested by the idea of another person reading other than himself. The man did not carry many characteristics of someone that liked to read in their spare time, yet judgments have been known to be wrong in the past. Shinji did not like to stereotype, but it did truly surprise him that this man was reading.
He walked the short distance between them, taking a seat on the floor just across from Yamato-sensei. He looked at the title of the book and felt the blush creep over his face. History for Dummies was bolded on the front of the painfully yellow book. He shook his head slightly, returning his eyes to the other. He was confronted with two confused eyes, ones that asked him what he found so amusing. He broke into a short snort as he pointed to the book title.
“I was merely checking my facts,” his sensei said in a matter-of-fact way. He put the book down on the table, running his fingertips over the binding and then bringing his gaze back to his student.
“I’m sure you were, Sensei.” He laughed once more before resting his hands on his chin and smiling at the other in a snide sort of way - one that stated that he was proud to have known more than his teacher.
“Please call me Haruki,” he said with a smirk.
“Haruki? Is it really okay to call you that?”
“Not while we are at school, but while we are together outside of school that is what I think is best. Besides, when we go out, I can’t have you calling me sensei all over the place. People might think it odd that a teacher and a student are together outside of class.” He stood from the floor stretching out the aches that had developed while he had been sitting there.
“I guess then you should call me Shinji.” He felt odd telling an adult to call him Shinji. Most people called him by his last name as a form of common courtesy. When first names were used, it was a personal form of friendship.
They both looked from one another with an odd tension that was slowly building between them. Shinji could not help but notice the now forming sweat that flowed down the man’s arms and elaborating his tan skin. His dark hair, mysteriously dark eyes, and tan skin were a captivating sight. Shinji felt the blush return to his face as he was forced to look away. How could he notice a man in such a way, to be more specific, his sensei? He felt as though he was crossing a boundary line that was set and could not be crossed.
He breathed out as he heard the steady footsteps of the other’s descent. When he turned his head, his sensei was gone from the room without a single word left between them since he had allowed the man to speak to him in such an intimate manner. ‘What did I say?’ he thought irritably.
He got up, noticing that the sun was descending in the sky. This was the perfect time to take a walk out in the open. The breeze would cool down his nerves, and that is what, at that moment, he needed.
“Haruki-san, I am going to go take a walk.” He left without hearing a word of approval.
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The wind outside was a steady gust that ruffled his clothes as he pushed forward on the darkening path. The lights were dimming quickly as he continued on his uncharted path. Only the soft rustle of trees and bushes could be heard through out the quiet street. The heat was growing calmer as the wind cooled the hot surface of the streets and brought out the pale moon to once more reign over the sky.
Shinji walked with more persistency than he had ever used during the night. The wind was just enough to make him tip forward as he traveled forward. The darkness had not scared him; on the contrary, it was soothing him in every possible way. He no longer had to think about the situations of attraction. He could just walk and watch the surroundings without care.
Voices echoed from the street. Shinji had to turn one hundred and eighty degrees to just look around. The forms of taller figures were walking leisurely his way. He did not want to automatically assume anything, so he turned and continued to walk. It was not until he heard the soft laughter of teen boys behind him that he turned once more to see the gang from the other day. He took in slow steady breaths as they grew closer. He was not afraid. He would not be afraid of boys like them.
As they grew closer, his hands continuously convulsed into fists, preparing him for something that he knew that he could never accomplish. There were too many of them for him to fight efficiently. He would have to run if their intentions seemed dangerous. He had not noticed that one of them was coming from behind, or that the leader was slowly withdrawing his dagger, or that the head boy was smirking maliciously at him. He had not noticed any of these things until he was grabbed from behind and held tightly, a hand covering his mouth.
He tried to scream, but it was muffled as the head boy approached, his dagger drawn. Shinji could not have seen this coming. Just from having taken a walk, he had put himself into danger. He struggled against the hold, screaming more loudly and biting down on the hand. It was withdrawn, but the hold on him only grew tighter and more demanding. The dagger was now against his throat, ceasing any movements that he had tried to use to get out of the hold.
“Well, well, who have we here?” The smirk was plastered to the boys face as he twisted the dagger, cutting into Shinji’s skin slightly. He bit his lower lip to hold back the whimper now in his throat. The boys around him laughed softly as they watched him begin to hold back the tears now forming in his eyes.
He refused to talk, not trusting his voice to do it with the same calm as he had the first time they had met. He closed his eyes, withdrawing the sense of sight and only allowing his other senses to do all the talking. He did not hear the approaching footsteps, but he did hear the sudden gasps of the men of the group. The grip on him was released as he fell to the ground, his arms screaming out in pain. He could hear the sounds of boys yelling and the same boy that had had the dagger at his throat scream out in pain and the steady beat of feet against the sidewalk.
Strong arms picked him up from the ground and pulled him against a muscled chest. He opened his eyes, looking into the dark orbs of his sensei. He closed his eyes tightly, sobbing softly as he was carried back to his elder’s house. He felt the steady footsteps climbing the stairs and the harsh breathing of Haruki-san. He felt soft mattress beneath him as he shivered, holding himself protectively.
“Shh…you are safe now Shinji.” He heard the low baritone of his sensei and the soft movement of the bed. The feel of someone’s hand brushing away the hair from his tightly closed eyes, the feeling of his tears wiped away with tenderness and the soft touch to his cheek after effectively wiping the remaining tears from his face and eyes.
Shinji finally opened his eyes, looking up into the eyes of a truly concerned man. He could see the ruffled hair and the tugged clothing. There was a tear near the man’s abdomen. It looked like it was quite the brawl. The man looked worn out, tired from fighting a bunch of reckless teens. He was, however, concerned about Shinji.
Shinji looked at the man’s arm and was upset to notice a wound bleeding. “Y-your injured,” he stated with a shaken voice as he sat up, but soon regretted the movement. He groaned and heard the soft chuckle of the other man.
“I’m fine. How are you feeling?”
“Like a billion yen,” he laughed as he looked up. He noticed that the hand had not removed itself from his face. He looked back into the man’s eyes and was suddenly surprised to notice emotions clouding his eyes.
“I thought that they were going to hurt you. I almost lost all my nerve when I saw him with a dagger to your neck.” His hand slowly fell from his cheek and began to caress his neck. His eyes widened by the movement. He felt the fingers rubbing over the expanse of his neck, as though mesmerized. Before he could react, he saw Haruki lean over and press his lips to his gently. His breath was lost from him as he closed his eyes at the tender touch.
“When I thought of losing you, I couldn’t stand myself. I’ve never felt this way.” Shinji looked up after the tender touch and smiled, pressing a calmed hand to the man’s face. He did not understand what he was feeling or what exactly was going on, but he did not want for it to end. He wanted to feel that tenderness once more. He no longer wanted to be deprived of intimacy.
“Then let’s not lose each other,” he said softly. He felt the returning lips and breathed out as the touch was not demanding nor was it hesitant. It seemed to be just right for that moment in time. A moment in which Shinji hoped would last for a long time.
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Author: It might take me a while to finish Part Two, but please be patient. I am also looking for a beta. If you will be willing, please email me at Oxymoronic_leader@hotmail.com. Thank you ^.^