|Pervert In High School
Author: XanaSentiya PM
Sequel to Neko In Auctions. It's been four years since Ritsuka last saw Soubi. Starting his new year in High School, Ritsuka becomes suspicious of his new art teacher that strangely looks like Soubi. And what's with the weird death threats? YAOI AU OOCRated: Fiction M - English - Drama/Romance - Soubi A. & Ritsuka A. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 12,907 - Reviews: 29 - Favs: 32 - Follows: 36 - Updated: 08-28-11 - Published: 04-02-11 - id: 6868386
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Xana: Okay, here's Chapter 4. Again, soooo sorry about the long absence. But enough chit chat, enjoy the chapter!
Ritsuka: WAIT! I must give out the disclaimer!
Xana: Uh, Ritsuka I think everyone gets that I don't own Love-
Ritsuka: I. Must. Give. DISCLAIMER!
Xana: Okay, okay! Go for it. Yeesh.
Ritsuka: Xana doesn't own Loveless, simply because she is pathetic and is not good enough to own something so wonderful.
Xana: you love hurting me don't you?
Aoyagi Ritsuka grumbled tiredly as he spun the combination on his lock, grudgingly tearing open the metal door and dumping his things into the small space. To say he'd had a troubled night was an understatement. He hadn't slept a damn wink, guilt and anger gnawing at his conscious all night, as well through the first half of school. He'd skipped homeroom, so that he wouldn't have to face Shimizu-Sensei. First through fourth period had been horrible. He couldn't concrete for shirt, and had completely missed the assigned projects for their end of term grade. Fuck.
Sighing, Ritsuka was just about to close his locker when a folded note fell off the tiny shelf inside his locker, flitting to the floor. Glancing down, he saw his name scrawled across the front and bent down to pick it up. Opening the note, his eyes widen before slowly narrowing in anger. Crumpling up the note, he tossed it over his shoulder before walking off.
"So then the guy said, 'What a fat, ugly, incompetent retard!'. So then I turned back to him and said, "Who? Your Mom? OHHHH DIIIISSSS! OW OW!"
Yuhi's eyes widened, grasping on to every word his red headed friend was saying, eagerly waiting for his next words. "Oh-HO shit! Then what happened!"
"Well," Natsuo started, grin taking over his face, "I asked him 'You need a doctor's appointment?' and so the guy says 'What? Why?' and I then I got all up in his face and went 'For that BUUUURN! OH YEAH! UH HUH!' and he got so pissed!"
Yuhi burst out laughing, claiming the green eyed teen was a legend. Natsuo held his head up high, obviously proud that he could entertain his friend. What he didn't see coming, was his foot landing on a balled up paper, causing him to slide a few feet in the hall before propelling backwards in the air and crashing right on his ass. "UWAAAHH!"
Laughter busted all around the red head as kids stopped to stare and laugh as he sat flat on his ass, Yuhi standing over him, laughing his ass off. Natsuo pouted as he slowly stood, rubbing his left ass cheek. "'Ey, 'ey! It's not funny!"
"Bullshit it's not!" Yuhi cackled, comically slapping his knee as he laughed, face turning red. Natsuo scrunched his nose and folding his arms over his chest. "Knock it off, Yuhi!"
Reaching down, Natsuo picked up the hazardous ball of paper and snarled at it. "Fuck you, paper!" He was about to hurl it at Yuhi's face when he noticed the name scrunched up. "Eh? Ritsuka?"
"What? Ritsuka what?" Yuhi asked, immediately shutting up. Looking over Natsuo's shoulder, the brunette watched as his friend unfolded the paper, and they both silently and began to read it out loud.
"I'm coming Ritsuka. Just for you.." Yuhi blinked, his chocolate eyes filling with confusion before he suddenly smirked, tapping his finger on the note. "Wow. What perverts! They're "cuming" just for Ritsuka. Waha! Ritsuka got himself a naughty little admirer!"
Natsuo stared silently at the note, his brow furrowed as he ignored his perverted friend. 'What the hell is going on…'
Ritsuka sighed as he sat back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling. Their Language Arts teacher was running late, and he honestly had nothing to do. Frowning, he inwardly cursed his late teacher. 'Why be a teacher if you're only going to run late. Teachers are suppose to be punctual!'
Glancing up, Ritsuka eyed the teen in front of him, holding out a folded note. "Hey Ruki."
Ruki yawned, still holding out the note. "Some guy asked me to give this to you. So take it."
Violet eyes zoned in on the paper, and his eyes filled with suspicion. "Who was the guy?"
"I dunno. I wasn't really paying attention." Ritsuka gave a nod, and immediately took the paper. Pausing, he looked up at the uninterested boy in front of him. "Did you read it?"
Grey eyes suddenly narrowed, Ruki obviously seeming insulted by the question. "I'm not some stupid ass snoop who spends their time and life reading other people's notes. My god." he hissed, walking off.
Ritsuka blinked owlishly before hesitantly opening the note. His body tensed as he read three simple words, a chill running down his spine.
I'm watching you.
Snapping his head up, he jerked his head back and forth, eyes running over the faces of his classmates, searching for anyone that was staring at him. He had a small hope that one of his friends would jump up, point at him and laugh while yelling, "Got ya!".
Nobody paid him any attention, everyone concentrating on whatever it is they were doing. Looking back down at the note, he swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and analyzed the words, hoping he would recognize the handwriting. It didn't ring a bell, unfortunately.
He was about to toss the paper away, when he got the sudden sensation of being watched. Freezing, he stared straight ahead of him, eyes glued to the chalkboard in front of him. He could feel the intense stare. It felt as if someone was stabbing him with an icicle. Slowly turning his head to the right, he glanced out the window and nearly felt his heart explode.
Standing outside, hidden in the shadow of a tree, was a man. Ritsuka swallowed as he watched the man stand perfectly still, watching, unmoving. He couldn't really make out the face, but he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand as he noticed the long, black hair.
'Nisei….' he thought, terror ripping through him as memories from four years before flashed through his mind.
With a startled gasp, Ritsuka pushed up from his seat, knocking his chair over in the process. All chatter in the classroom stopped as students sat frozen, startled from the sudden outburst from the normally quiet raven. Ritsuka turned wide eyed to the students inhabiting the room before quickly looking back out the window, only to see Nisei gone. Grabbing his folder, Ritsuka ran out of the room, ignoring the concerned calls from his fellow classmates.
Running down the hall, fear and confusion tore at his heart, his breathing becoming harsh. 'What the hell is Nisei doing here?'
So caught up in his thoughts, Ritsuka failed to see the person standing in front of him, and he slammed full force into a big, firm chest. Crying out, Ritsuka felt himself fly backwards from the impact, and shut his eyes tightly, mentally preparing himself for the fall. He waited for his body to make contact with the ground, but after a few passing seconds, it never came.
Cracking open one eye, he noticed big, strong arms circling his body, keeping him from hitting the floor. Letting out a sigh, he fully opened his eyes, ready to thank his savior before freezing as he looked up. "Sh-Shimizu-Sensei!"
Shimizu Katashi stared down at Ritsuka, surprise and concern showing in his golden eyes. Ritsuka had to do a triple take. Golden? What happened to the ice blue?
"You should be more careful. You could have seriously injured yourself." Ritsuka pulled himself from his sensei's embrace, eyeing him warily as he adjusted his jacket. "Yeah…"
Katashi smiled. "You seemed in a hurry. Is something the matter?"
Ritsuka suddenly felt anger bubble inside of him. Was this guy kidding? Why was he even talking to him? He should be worried that Ritsuka would turn him in for sexual harrasment! Turning away, Ritsuka glared at the wall.
"Why do you care?" He replied coldly, fists clenching at his sides. "You should stop worrying about my problems, and start worrying about me turning you in!" He hissed, turning to glare at the tall man.
Katashi seemed to think over the threat, before smiling. "I know you won't turn me in."
Ritsuka's glare intensified ten fold. "How the fuck do you know that!" he snarled loudly. Katashi laughed.
"Because if you really wanted to, you would have already done it." He started to circle his student, eyeing him in amusement. He stopped behind the small raven, and leaned down to whisper in the teen's ear.
"Besides, I remind you of him, right?" Ritsuka's eyes suddenly widened and his body tensed, color draining from his face as his sensei continued to whisper. "My touch reminds you of him, right? My eyes, my voice…it all reminds you of him. So really, would you turn me in, if I'm the only one that is a close enough alternative of him? Hmm?"
Ritsuka stood, frozen, as his teacher's whispered words wisped around him, shock numbing his entire body and mind. Katashi knew he reminded Ritsuka of Soubi. He knew…he knew what they had both done with each other, what they meant to each other. How did he know?
Whirling around, Ritsuka lunged at his teacher, rage fueling him. He wanted blood. "How the hell do you know about Soubi!" He screamed, slamming his teacher into the wall. Katashi seemed surprised, before he suddenly smirked.
"I wasn't completely sure, but you just confirmed it." He gave a chuckle at his students furious expression. "So his name is Soubi, hmm? Not a bad name. But I'm sure I will make a better alternative. Who knows, you might replace him with me."
"Fuck you, you bastard! I'll have you locked up for this!"
"Not if I have him locked up first." Ritsuka stilled at his words.
"You wouldn't." He croaked, fear replacing his enraged expression as he stepped away from his teacher, once again putting distance between them.. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, I would." Katashi smirked, straightening himself against the wall. Ritsuka shook, staring at his teach with pure, unadulterated hate. "Why are you doing this…" he whispered.
"Why? It's simple, really." Katashi said, walking up to the teen, reaching out and caressing a warm, smooth cheek. "I want you." he cooed.
Ritsuka flinched away from his touch, tears threatening to spill as he turned away. "Don't…touch me."
The teacher sighed, sliding his hands into his pocket. "You will realize soon enough…how much you want me."
Ritsuka's eyes snapped towards his teacher, eyes hardening into a hateful glare as he watched his teacher walk away, tears falling down his face. "I fucking loathe you."
"Kio! I'm home!" Yayoi yelled out, school bag sliding from his shoulder as he slid his shoes off next to the door. Tossing his bag onto the couch, he made his way into the kitchen.
He yawned as he opened the fridge, rummaging through the contents before smiling contently as he pulled out a bottle of water. Straightening himself, he gently closed the door before noticing a note stuck to a magnet. Leaning in, he read the note.
'Went shopping for dinner with Sou-Chan. Be back later. Love Kio'
Yayoi grinned at the heart and smiley face next to Kio's name, and snorted. Leave it to Kio to be stupid and leave something so childish. Glancing around the empty apartment, Yayoi pranced into the living room and flopped down on the leather couches, flicking open the top of his water and taking a long, refreshing gulp. It was hot as hell outside. Closing his eyes, he slowly began to relax.
All my life I've been good, but now-
Whooaaa, thinking 'What the hell?'
All I want, is to mess around-
And IIIIIIII don't really care about-
Yayoi yelped as his ass started to vibrat, causing him to jump off the couch and land on the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed as Avril Lavigne's voice filled the silent room. Grinding his teeth together, Yayoi lifted his hips and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his cell phone.
"Damn Kio. How many times must I tell him to leave my ringtone alone?" Staring up at the ceiling in annoyance, he flipped his phone open and answered. "Hello?"
"Hey Yayoi. It's Ritsuka."
Sitting up, Yayoi rubbed the back of his head as he stared at the wall in front of him. "Hey Ritsuka. You sound upset. Is everything okay?"
"Not really. Is Soubi near you?"
Blinking owlishly, Yayoi scrunched his nose in curiosity. "He went shopping with Kio. Why? What happened?" He was met with silence before he heard a loud exhale of air.
"My new homeroom/art teacher kissed me…and then he felt me up…"
Blue eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Yayoi gasped. "What?" He heard a depressed moan and a loud thump.
"Please don't make me repeat myself. I hate just thinking about it."
"Well did you turn him in? That's sexual harassment! He could be thrown in jail!"
Ritsuka suddenly hissed from the other end of the phone. "Don't you think I know that? I know the consequences! I just…" Yayoi didn't like the pause, and he nervously ran his fingers through his long hair.
"Ritsuka…please tell me you didn't…like it."
"Of course I didn't! What the hell do you think I am? Some kind of whore?" the Aoyagi snarled, obviously insulted.
"Sorry! I wasn't trying to call you a whore!" Yayoi defended, taken aback by the hostile tone from his best friend. "I'm just confused. Why didn't you turn him in?"
"He threatened me."
"How did he do that?"
"He knew about Soubi. I don't know how he did, but he knew I had an older lover, he knew our history, and what we were to each other! He threatened to turn Soubi in! I don't know how…but he just knew. The only thing he didn't know was Soubi's name, which I let slip on accident."
Yayoi stiffened. "How the hell…" His eyes widened. "What if…he was part of the auctions? What if he was one of those sick freaks who were running it. Do you think that's a possibility?"
"I had that suspicion. Today, before Shimizu-Sensei-"
Yayoi cocked his head to the side. "Shimizu-Sensei?"
He could hear Ritsuka sigh impatiently. "The teacher who harassed and threatened me."
"Oh, right. Okay, continue."
"Thank you. Anyways, before he threatened me…"
Yayoi sat in silence, nodding as Ritsuka began to explain the threatening notes he had received, thinking over what each one had said, and who could have possibly sent them. His mind began to work a million miles a second, before Ritsuka's next words sent a cold fear washing over his inside.
"…and that's when I saw Nisei, just outside my classroom window."
Yayoi swallowed hard. "N-Nisei?" He whispered, horrible memories resurfacing. He quickly shook his head, trying to rid unwanted images from his mind. "I thought he was in jail!"
"So did I. But I swear, it was him standing in the shadows of the tree. He's the only one I can really think of that would come after me. I mean, Ritsu is dead…"
Yayoi nodded, staring up at the ceiling as he thought of Ritsu. The horrible, sick, twisted man that was in charge of the illegal online website that auctioned off children as sex slaves to pedophilic men and women. He cringed as he remembered the man, and how he would touch his body inappropriately. Sighing, he glanced down at the coffee table in front of him. "So…what are you going to do?"
"I honestly don't know." Ritsuka replied, sighing for the millionth time. "If I turn in Shimizu-Sensei, then Soubi goes to jail. If I don't, he'll keep coming on to me. I'm seriously stuck. I don't know what to do."
Nodding, the bespectacled teen chewed on his bottom lip nervously. "What about Nisei?"
"Until I know for sure, I'll just keep an eye out. You do the same, in case he's coming after all the kids that got away."
Yayoi felt a sudden feeling of impending doom. What if Nisei did come after him? Kio could get hurt. "Okay. I'll keep an eye out too."
"Good. If you get any notes, call me okay? I got to go, Seimei just got home."
"Alright, talk to you later Ritsuka." Yayoi said, leaning his back against the couch.
"Talk to you later. Oh yeah…" Ritsuka paused for a moment. "Yuhi says hi."
Yayoi couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. "Tell him I said hi back."
"Sure. Talk to you later, Yayoi. Bye." Ritsuka said, sounding distracted.
"Bye Ritsuka." Yayoi hung up, looking around the empty apartment as he clutched his phone.
Biting his lip, he climbed back onto the couch and curled up, staring at the window. He didn't feel comfortable being alone anymore, not after his conversation with Ritsuka. Would Nisei really come for him too? And if he did, what would he do when he found him? Would he take him away from Kio and Soubi? Or could the two blondes save him from the sadistic man?
"Kio and Soubi better hurry their asses up."
"Good. If you get any notes, call me okay?" Ritsuka said, sitting on the window seat in his room, staring out the window as he talked to his best friend. Glancing down, he noticed a sleek black car pulling into the drive way. "I got to go. Seimei just got home."
"Alright, talk to you later Ritsuka."
Ritsuka leaned back against the window frame, watching the car come to a stop in the driveway. "Talk to you later. Oh yeah…" He paused, just remembering his talk with Yuhi earlier. "Yuhi says hi."
He heard Yayoi laugh at the mention of their childhood best friend. He smiled before it quickly vanished as he noticed the black car sitting, unmoving, in the driveway, the driver still inside. He then noticed that the car was not, infact Seimei's car. He vaguely heard Yayoi's reply.
"Tell him I said hi back."
Eyes glued to the car, he automatically responded. "Sure. Talk to you later, Yayoi. Bye." Leaning up on his knees, he peeked out through his curtains and watched as the door finally opened.
Snapping his phone shut, Ritsuka quietly rushed down the stairs towards the living room, making a beeline straight for the door. Skidding to a stop, he locked the doors as quietly as possible and crept towards the window. Peeking out, he felt his heart come to a stop as he stared with wide eyes at the man that stood in front of the door, staring with a blank face. "What the hell…it's Shimizu-Sensei…" he whispered to himself, fear slowly taking over his body. What the hell was this man doing at his home?
He watched as Katashi continued to stare at the door, not moving an inch or even batting an eye. Just staring. Ritsuka tightened his grip on his cell phone, debating on if he should call the police. He decided he would if Katashi made any move to try to break in and grab him, which he prayed to God didn't happen.
Ten minutes passed and Katashi still stood rock still, staring at the door. At this point, Ritsuka was sure he was going to have a heart attack, creeped out by the man's behavior. What the hell was he doing? What kind of a person just stands there, not moving and staring at a door? Ritsuka was pulled out of his train of thought when finally, finally, Katashi turned away, heading back for his car.
Violet eyes watched as the dark haired man climbed back into his car and pulled out, disappearing down the street. Ritsuka let out a shuddery sigh of relief and pressed his back against the wall, slowly sliding down onto the ground, calming his racing heart. His Sensei was really starting to scare him. What did that man want? And why him?
Ritsuka screamed loudly as something heavy suddenly slammed into the door, causing a loud booming sound to echo in the room. Quickly scrambling to his feet, he backed away from the door, watching it with wide eyes, as if it would suddenly grow large fangs and eat him. Gripping his phone tightly, he readied himself to call the police when a loud voice started yelling at him from the other side of the door.
"What the hell, Ritsuka! Let me in! I think I broke my nose from face planting into the damn door!" Natsuo yelled, banging violently on the door. Ritsuka let out a sigh of relief and rubbed the spot over his heart as he walked back towards the door.
Unlocking the door, he opened it and watched as Natsuo tumbled into the room, landing on his face. "OW!"
Looking up, vibrant green eyes glared back at violet. "You asshole! My nose!" the furious red head hissed, ready to go ape-shit on the raven before he saw the scared expression on Ritsuka's normally perfect face.
Sitting up in concern, he cocked his head to the side. "What's wrong, Ritsuka?"
"Natsuo…I think we're in big trouble."
Soubi: This Katashi guy is just sick
Ritsuka: That's just CREEPY.
Soubi: I KEEL YOU DEAD, XANA!
Xana; Nah uh! Try it, and I'll write a bunch of steamy sex scenes featuring Ritsuka and Katashi!
Soubi: *hangs head in defeat* Damn you.
Xana: *Cheshire Grin* Well readers, I hope you enjoyed the double chapters. Oh and Yayoi's ringtone is obviously What The Hell by Avril Lavigne. Review and let me know what you think! Night, everyone! *waves*