|Sensei, How About I Love You?
Author: Shimizu Hikaru PM
...Three months of being tortured by the little kids could lead to an interesting outcome. Who know? AU, KaiShin eventually. Hi-status/ Dropped.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Family - Kaito K. & Shinichi K./Conan E. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 20,640 - Reviews: 85 - Favs: 62 - Follows: 84 - Updated: 07-01-12 - Published: 01-19-12 - id: 7756965
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"Sensei, How About 'I Love You'?"
Summary:…Three months of being tortured by the little kids could lead to an interesting outcome. Who know? AU, KaiShin eventually.
Rate: T (Just to be safe).
Warnings: no knowledge of how kindergarten in Japan works (…In fact, no ideas how kindergartens work at all *grins sheepishly*), AU, OC(s), OOC-ness, my shitty English. And remember, this is not gender-bent fic. Just a forewarning.
Disclaim: *gasps*…I've just realized that I own nothing…Shocking, isn't it? But it's true.
A/N:...*blows dust off a box in the darkest corner of her mind*…*sneezes*…Okay *sniffs*, this little piece is what I've wanted to write for a while. Romance at school~! Yay~! 'Sensei'…Ohhhh, that little kinky word~! Now, I've got my own shit about school's (kindergarten's) romance…have I even written Cross-dressing? Check yes. Then I suppose only Vampire fic left?...Did I miss something?...And well, I wrote this at like 1 am to around 2 am and so, excuse me for the suckiness ^^.
Day 1: Hell started.
The birds were chirping loudly, the people were chattering loudly as they passed by and the kids were screaming loudly in the kindergarten's playing ground.
His left eye twitched.
"Sensei! He pulls at my hair!"
A vein popped up on his forehead.
"Sensei! He steals my ball!"
Another one joined in the first merrily.
"Sensei! She hits me!"
"Sensei! He's being a jerk again!"
"Sensei! He dirties my dress!"
"Alright!" he clapped his hands together and cried out, making all the little kids look at him funnily, but they silenced down immediately. The noisy playing ground suddenly drowned in silence, completely silence as big and innocent eyes were all focusing on their sensei.
A forced smile tugged at his lips, "…Play nice with each other or we're going back inside."
A chorus of 'Hai!' echoed and the young teacher sat back down on the doorstep that led to the classroom almost dejectedly. For around five minutes, the kids played quiet nice but then it started all over again.
"Sensei! She won't give me a kiss!"
"Sensei! My crayon!"
"Sensei! He's pulling on my hair again!"
It wasn't fair at all, he groaned, he was supposed to have a nice and awesome summer at a beach or somewhere equally nice, not spending his precious time with a bunch of snobby kids, damn it.
What would his college fellows say if they saw the brilliant student Kudo Shinichi sitting in front of a kindergarten's classroom sullenly, in a pink apron that had a white bunny printed on it?
He almost didn't want to know. Then his colleagues at the Police station too, where he spent most of his free time helping out with cases and cases, what would they say if they saw the Police's Savior, Modern Sherlock Holmes or Detective of The East babysitting a bunch of kids? And failing at it too.
No, he didn't want to know either.
A crayon hit the side of his head but Shinichi didn't bother to move, still sitting like status and wishing the playing time would be over already. A kid was crying to him, bawling her eyes out about how a boy had stolen her Mimi-chan and she was demanding him to go and rescue her stuffed toy.
…Mother…why am I stuck here and not some nice beach?
…wait, mother was the cause of this after all…he was so not going to talk to her however childish the thought of giving his mother silent treatment at the age of nineteen was. But Shinichi didn't care because she was the reason why he was stuck there and got snob on him…
"…Pretty please, Shin-chan? Only three months!" Kudo Yukiko pleaded almost pitifully as her son who was giving her a blank look that clearly said 'no'.
"You promised Nanami-san to help her with the job, not me," he stated, returning his attention back to the book on his laps.
"But Shin-chan! It'd be a nice chance to learn how to cope with children too! It'll help you pretty much when you have children later!" Yukiko wailed childishly but Shinichi stood his ground.
"…I don't like children, Kaa-san and again, no, I'm not filling in the job."
…For a moment, silence fell around them and Shinichi turned to look at his mother curiously…which he instantly regretted as she was staring at him with her most pitiful puppy eyes.
"Kaa-san," he groaned, slapping the book over his face.
"…Shin-chan…your father rarely gets a day off…and this summer in the only chance we can go and enjoy ourselves without worrying about the publishers chasing us over the world….Over twenty years marrying to him...Kaa-san has never got a completely nice vacation…"
…damn…when his mother used that act…Shinichi had no choice but giving in. Damn himself for being such a softie.
"…Alright…I'll take the job…" he mumbled tiredly and didn't even react as Yukiko squealed loudly and enveloped him in her infamous bone-crushing hug.
"The job will start next week, Shin-chan~! At seven AM!" Yukiko smiled brightly as she released her son, "Don't be late, kay?" and she bounced off the room, possibly going to find her darling husband and planning their vacation together.
"I'll buy something for you, don't worry~!"
And there he was, stuck being the kids' babysitter after two weeks.
Yup, two weeks had passed already and he was somewhat used to the job. It helped pretty much as the little girls adored him, heh, he had his charm, and the boys kinda looked up to him. But still, it didn't turn those monstrous kids into obedient and cute kids.
God helped him.
Shinichi groaned again as he looked at the clock, still thirty minutes left before the kids had to go back into the classroom.
He actually had a co-teacher too, Nanami-san but she was sick and he was the only teacher that day. Really, Nanami-san dealt with the kids better than him.
"Sensei…" a small kid tugged at his apron and Shinichi glanced down to see Ayumi was looking at him with wide eyes. The little girl had some kind of crush on him, he knew, and she was the only one he could tolerate.
The kid was a nice girl after all, almost every kid in the class liked her.
"…Kairi-chan is fighting again," she said, biting her lower lip and Shinichi sighed before smiling at her and patting her head gently.
"Thank you Ayumi, I'll deal with her," he said and stood up to look for the class' troublemaker, Kuroba Kairi. Two weeks working there already but none of the kids had captured his attention like this girl had. She had a brilliant mind and quiet intelligent for a five-year-old. Beside, she had his attention because not every five-year-old was as perverted as her and none of the kids picked fights quite as often as her.
Ayumi tagged along as the young teacher made his way toward the tree's root, where a small girl with short messy brown hair was fighting with two boys. And it looked like she was winning as a victorious grin was presenting on her face while her opposites were crying.
"Sensei! Help!" the boys cried and ran toward to hide behind him, the girl chased after them just to have herself picked up by the back of her shirt by a very tired-looking teacher.
"…Kairi…Could you please stop picking up a fight?" Shinichi asked and the girl's large violet eyes blinked at him innocently before a wide grin tugged at her lips.
"AH! How come we're at the first name base already, Shinichi-sensei?" she asked, arms came to wrap around Shinichi's neck tightly, "…Do I get to go home with you tonight too?" she asked coyly and Shinichi flushed up.
…What kind of parent she had, he wondered, that could have such perverted five-year-old daughter.
"No, Kairi, please do stop saying things like that…" he said, began to walk back to his sitting spot with the troublemaker still hang around his neck as Ayumi stayed behind ro comfort the two boys.
"…And the reason for the fight this time?" Shinichi asked and when the girl stiffened in his arms, he thought she wasn't about to answer and he started to worry that the fight was about something important or sensitive, unlike trivial things like before.
"….They successfully flipped my skirt," the girl finally mumbled against his neck, "Daddy's not gonna be happy to hear that…"
Now, he would love to meet this little girl's parents and have a nice talk about how to teach his daughter and about how the girl had been fighting these days. He was a kindergarten teacher for then and he'd do his job flawlessly.
"…Please tell your mother to come and see me tomorrow, Kairi," he said, finally sitting down on the doorstep again, the girl on his laps as she refused to let go of him.
"…Mother's never home," Kairi raised her head to look up at him sadly, "Daddy said she's on Heaven."
Shinichi was speechless and then he mentally cursed himself for being insensitive. But wait, how could he possibly know the girl's mother had died? But still…the pain in those violet eyes still made him feel so guilty. Most of little children didn't know meaning of death but it seemed, Kairi was an exception.
"…Then your father? Can he come?" he asked after finding nothing to say to comfort the girl. He wasn't good at dealing with children after all…especially emotional and hard to figured out children.
"…I don't know…he has work and he's only home at afternoon," the messy haired girl mumbled again, burying her face onto the young teacher's shoulder, "…Funnily though…Daddy looks a lot like you…"
A mute nod against his shoulder.
"…Well…I'll walk you home after school, okay? I have something to discuss with your father…and I'd like to see how alike we are too."
"…Okay, that means I won't have to ride the cramped school bus, right?" the girl looked up excitedly and Shinichi chuckled, "Mh."
The walk with the little girl to his home was interesting as she kept talking about how awesome her father was, Shinichi found himself couldn't stop smiling when the girl show him some simple magic tricks her father had taught her. He had also learned that aside from being a troublemaker, Kairi was also an independent daughter.
Which made him quite eager to meet the father of this perverted but independent little girl.
Kairi led him up stairs of apartment building until they were standing outside of an apartment with a plate numbered 142 on it.
Kairi eagerly pressed the doorbell before turning to Shinichi happily, "Daddy should be home by now~!"
Shinichi nodded, smiling down at her just as the door was open and Kairi was lift up into a man's arms.
"Welcome home, mistress~!" the man cheered and hugged a giggling Kairi tightly. And Shinichi? He could only gasp at Kairi's father.
…the little girl certainly wasn't lying when she said her father looked a lot like him.
And then, Shinichi found himself staring at an equally young face of Kuroba Kairi's father.
…Impossible! He looks only my age! There's no way he could be a father this young!
"Daddy~! My teacher comes home with me too~!" the little girl's cheerful voice snapped Shinichi out of his stupor just in time to lock eyes with his doppelganger who was staring back with surprise.
But it only lasted for a brief moment before a grin tugged at the other's lips, now Shinichi finally knew where Kairi got her mischievous grin from, as he offered Shinichi his hand.
"Kuroba Kaito, this little mistress' father. Nice to meet you," and as Shinichi was hesitantly taking the offered hand, a small puff of smoke suddenly engulfed the hand, making Shinichi step back in surprise.
And when the smoke faded away, Shinichi found himself staring at the rose in the other's hand, "May I ask why her sensei is here? I hope she didn't cause trouble at school?"
A wink was thrown at him and Shinichi knew he shouldn't have followed Kairi home.
And actually, this was intended to be posted in my AU series but I have no idea why it's here…Now I've got like four stories going at once eh? And yes, I have no idea where this one will lead to either. Still hope you enjoy~!
If you enjoy it, please leave a word. It only takes you some minutes at best but it took me like hours to think and type this up, folks. Actually, that applies for other ficcies and authors too ^^. Authors live on reviews and feedbacks, I believe.