Intellectual War
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
5,551
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.
Intellectual War
Chapter 1
“Alright class, we will be starting a new play today. It is one of the well known nineteenth century love stories: Romeo and Juliet, written by William Shake….”
Bang!
By the door stood a beautiful damsel in flowing white gown made of lace and a tight body lace in play at the top half to give her curves. Her lime shaped boobs were pushed up to give her more cleavage. All in all, a pretty woman of the sixteen century, her black hair braided and wrapped around her head. A woman indeed… NOT.
The door opened in the usual manner. Well, usual for the boy who swept through the door. He was always up to tricks. The cunning, extremely annoying, smart aleck, sly bastard of a student was his recurring nightmare. The class clown and prankster finally arrived, ten minutes late of course, but that was better then his track record of half an hour.
Please, do not jump to stereotypes; he was far from the school’s idiot. Actually, he was the totally opposite. He was the smartest kid in the school, even the whole state of Kyoto. He may be sixteen, but he had the intelligence of a professor, or even a wacky inventor, by the things he came up with.
The teachers here were extremely proud to have a genius among their midst. It was a public school and, simply said, a crappy one at that. So to have him shining as a beacon for them was a blessing. Well, it was for those who didn’t teach him. He was the resident intellect, but he was also the school menace. A rather big menace at that, especially for one Mr Fuji, who had recently been employed into the department of English at the tender age of 24. In other words: easy picking.
“What’s here? A cup, closed in my truelove hands?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.
O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them
To make me die with a restorative.” {Quote from William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet}
He gracefully pranced on his toes around the front of the room to stand next to Mr. Fuji. With a flourish, he grabbed hold of both his hands and bent him back in a dancing pose, dipping Mr. Fuji’s upper body down and, without much more ado, kissed him soundly on the lips. Cheers broke out from the students, they loved the pranks Takesi pulled, all were hilarious and outrageous and only he could get away with it. Well, he would… if he had pulled it on anyone else then the devil teacher.
The school was an all boys school, so boy kissing boy, was just a mild form of entertainment to these students. Even if they were known as Sakura High School, they were still one of the toughest schools there is in the state. They couldn’t help it if the owner’s name was Sakura, could they? So boys being boys, they catcalled loudly, so much that even other teachers and students dropped by to see what was going on.
The sight that greet them was a flustered red, no, raw beef dripping with blood, red faced teacher, in the arms of the notorious student, dressed in feminine clothes, make up, and lime boobs peeping out of the cleavage. That was when the howls of laughter began.
Poor Mr. Fuji, an uptight, to the book, virgin – oops - teacher, was seething with anger. Oh, Takesi, run if you want to stay alive!
“Alright class, we will be starting a new play today. It is one of the well known nineteenth century love stories: Romeo and Juliet, written by William Shake….”
Bang!
By the door stood a beautiful damsel in flowing white gown made of lace and a tight body lace in play at the top half to give her curves. Her lime shaped boobs were pushed up to give her more cleavage. All in all, a pretty woman of the sixteen century, her black hair braided and wrapped around her head. A woman indeed… NOT.
The door opened in the usual manner. Well, usual for the boy who swept through the door. He was always up to tricks. The cunning, extremely annoying, smart aleck, sly bastard of a student was his recurring nightmare. The class clown and prankster finally arrived, ten minutes late of course, but that was better then his track record of half an hour.
Please, do not jump to stereotypes; he was far from the school’s idiot. Actually, he was the totally opposite. He was the smartest kid in the school, even the whole state of Kyoto. He may be sixteen, but he had the intelligence of a professor, or even a wacky inventor, by the things he came up with.
The teachers here were extremely proud to have a genius among their midst. It was a public school and, simply said, a crappy one at that. So to have him shining as a beacon for them was a blessing. Well, it was for those who didn’t teach him. He was the resident intellect, but he was also the school menace. A rather big menace at that, especially for one Mr Fuji, who had recently been employed into the department of English at the tender age of 24. In other words: easy picking.
“What’s here? A cup, closed in my truelove hands?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.
O churl! Drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them
To make me die with a restorative.” {Quote from William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet}
He gracefully pranced on his toes around the front of the room to stand next to Mr. Fuji. With a flourish, he grabbed hold of both his hands and bent him back in a dancing pose, dipping Mr. Fuji’s upper body down and, without much more ado, kissed him soundly on the lips. Cheers broke out from the students, they loved the pranks Takesi pulled, all were hilarious and outrageous and only he could get away with it. Well, he would… if he had pulled it on anyone else then the devil teacher.
The school was an all boys school, so boy kissing boy, was just a mild form of entertainment to these students. Even if they were known as Sakura High School, they were still one of the toughest schools there is in the state. They couldn’t help it if the owner’s name was Sakura, could they? So boys being boys, they catcalled loudly, so much that even other teachers and students dropped by to see what was going on.
The sight that greet them was a flustered red, no, raw beef dripping with blood, red faced teacher, in the arms of the notorious student, dressed in feminine clothes, make up, and lime boobs peeping out of the cleavage. That was when the howls of laughter began.
Poor Mr. Fuji, an uptight, to the book, virgin – oops - teacher, was seething with anger. Oh, Takesi, run if you want to stay alive!