Dear god! Updated! (Well I just started reading the manga, and it got me all inspired.)

Hopefully I might get some more inspiration from the manga-verse of Gokusen, and this may be a little sloppy but um it's what I got :)

Pish to continuity, this fic was never about continuity.

It amazed Yankumi that Sawada Shin always smelt good.

Not usually, or mostly, or ‘in general’.

Always.

-When she walked by his desk during class and caught the faint mix of aftershave and washing powder from his shirts.

-When he had been laying down on the riverbank for hours and smelt of wet grass and rain

-Even when he’d been sparring with Kyo for hours and was drenched in sweat… somehow he could still smell attractive in some way or the other.

He didn’t always smell nice, per say…

Just…

…good.

The words hung in the air.

”Forgive me for asking, but what does any of that have to do with you f--king my son?”

Shin saw her face freeze, and she licked her lips as her mouth dried out. He hadn’t wanted her to come; he would’ve been able to handle this on his own.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of what she might’ve done to his father. Well… it was, a bit.

But not entirely, another of the reasons he hadn’t told her about this little father-son ‘meeting’ was simply because she wasn’t used to how cruel he could be.

He didn’t want her getting hurt.

“Oi, Sawada!” Yankumi bellowed across the classroom one average school-day, waking Shin up from his day-dreamy stupor “you should concentrate more, see me after class.”

The rest of 3-D immeadietly started ‘ooing’, but Yankumi was in Yakuza mode and had to stop herself flipping them all off and instead settled for barking ‘shaaaduuup!’ at them all.

Forty minutes later, when the rest of 3-D fled the room as if fractions were actually chasing them out, Shin got up from his desk in a leisurely fashion and wandered to the front.

“What then, Yan-Ku-mi?” he asked, leaning forwards and practically breathing down her neck, “what did you want to have this secret 7th period with me for?” She rose slowly, and their faces grew dangerously close, so that she was only a whisper away.

He didn’t mean to, but Shin licked his lips.

“You should pay more attention to your lessons, Shin.” She said conceitedly and took a generous step back, ruining every sordid cinematic that had been taking place in her student’s mind.

“If the other students see you ignoring me then you’ll encourage them to do the same.” She continued happily as he groaned and walked out the door.

“You’re a role model to them whether you like it or not!” She bellowed out the door after him.

He stopped a few steps down the corridor and backed up, leaning in the door and quickly clipping, “mine?” in a hushed tone.

“After work.” She replied without even moving her lips, “I can shop on the way over and co-“

“I’ll order takeout.”

“SAWADA!” The scream was heard throughout the entire school.

He was fascinated the first time he saw her back.

Like all Yakuza, she was tattooed. Heavily.

He thought he’d see it when they went on beach trips with the school or during that unfortunate Onsen trip, but she was a careful woman and the only time she would show her markings were during intimacies.

He traced his finger along the wings of an eagle, talons bared, apparently preying on a vicious-looking serpent, the ink was not as fresh and clear as relatively new tattoos were, so he gathered she must’ve had it done in her teenage years.

Brave, as always.

“What does it mean?” he said quietly, his bare legs tucked to the side as he slouched over his drowsy lover.

“Means f--k off and let me sleep, Shin.” She groaned and he smiled and leant over to let his forehead rest against the base of her neck.

“Over the top, don’t you think?” he teased.

“Our sort don’t really do subtle,” she retorted, “if you hadn’t already gathered that.” He turned his head to kiss her skin lightly and felt the ridges of the ink as he trailed his lips down her back.

“Eagle is wisdom, serpent is cunning.” She clipped, “the sun means if you’re still talking by the time the real one rises I’ll cut you.”

He just loved her when she was grumpy.

She eventually had to admit she was just a little neurotic due to her upbringing.

Even now, when a teacher from their school would mean more trouble than a cop, she still jumped a mile whenever she heard a whistle or siren, and half the time he had to tackle her to stop her running off.

“Yankumi!” Shin groaned once when he’d chased her under a bridge and pinned her to a wall to stop her going and jumping in the river, “Just relax, would you?” She shrugged and squirmed under his hands.

“I can’t help it, she whined. Old habits die hard.”

He could see, he could see he’d upset her.

Yankumi, near-invincible Yankumi, had been struck with a clean hit.

It was like he’d been punched himself.

“…S-Sawa…” she stuttered, and every hitch was just more reason for him to want to jump up and grab her hand and run from this place. She stopped and calmed herself.

“Sawada-san.” She said coolly, “I realize why you are distressed.” Shin’s father went to interrupt her but she silenced him with a gesture.

“But it doesn’t shame me to say that I love Shin,” his heart flipped.

“’Love you too, Kumiko.” He said unabashedly and was relieved to see a slight smile on her face.

“How does becoming the 4th Kumichou sound to you?” it was suddenly like his father wasn’t there anymore, as if just by admitting what they both knew all along, they were unstoppable.

“Terrifying.”

“Good, it’ll suit you then." It was at this point Shin's father snapped under the irritation of being ignored.

"Toya! Throw this gangster out of my house! He bellowed as the guard lunged forwards and Yankumi dodged him expertely,

"I was about to leave anyway, Sawada-san," she bowed, "goodbye." She bowed and turned on her heels, walking calmly out of the room with a vague sense of having said what she felt she had to say and a huge sense of fustration.

Shin followed half a minute behind, his father noticing this and yelling a shallow "you too!" at his back on the way out.

He could tell she was much more pissed off than she let on, and once she got outside the house this became evident, though after some harsh words and pushing her up against a wall they managed to find a suitable 'outlet' for this rage. Sloppy kisses and tight fumbles, he knew there was nowhere he’d rather be and graduation be dammed, everything would be all right if he had her.

End.

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(Edited to make it fit in with earlier chapters :) oops, my bad)