Fan Fiction ❯ Greek Love ❯ A Million Ways ( Chapter 3 )

Lenora-desu, Aemilia and I are SO SO SO SORRY for our long hiatus. We have been so busy that you wouldn't even believe it. Anyway, like we promised, here's the next chapter. And even more good news…. we already have the fourth chapter written, it just needs to be proofed and read through again. We're trying to get these out before finals start when we KNOW that we won't have time to work on the story. And then after that we both have winter break and unfortunately I won't even be in the state for almost all of break. So…. for now we'll have two chapters up before winter break (this and the next) and MAYBE if we're really bored over thanksgiving break, we'll have a fifth one too. We'll have to see…. One more thing… did you guys notice the names of the chapters? That's right!! We SO did it!! Yes, they're names of rock songs and if you want to know why we chose these titles as our chapter titles then you need to read the lyrics and then you'll see why. Eh, not original but we think it's fun. Anyway, until next time, keep in touch and R&R, you know we LIVE off of that stuff!! One more thing…. Megalomaniac is owned by Incubus, a very good band.

 

WARNING!! This is YAOI!! BOY X BOY!! Don't read if you can't handle, don't say we didn't worn ya!!

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3 - Megalomaniac:

 

 

 

He was late again and that was not acceptable. It was Noah Takakura's duty to make sure that his students did their best. Yet, there was one of his own that just didn't seem to try all that hard and that frustrated Noah to no end. This kodomo* was rude; it was now his responsibility to show this rebel what kind of teacher Takakura was. Action needed to be taken and changes would occur.

 

It was already ten minutes into the lecture and Andy had almost reached his Japanese class. This wasn't the first time he had been late, everyday he walked into class ten minutes late. His economy class was on the opposite side of campus, which caused his tardiness everyday sense the beginning of school, two weeks ago. This was really starting to get ridiculous. Andy knew that he needed to go and talk to his Japanese teacher and explain his situation but being the beginning of the school year and all, his time was scarce.

 

So here he was again, as he prepared himself to enter into the oppressiveness of his class and face the teacher that rubbed him the wrong way. Just great. Focusing, he grabbed the door handle and pulled. Muttering a “sumimasen” and tried his best to be quiet and sneak in.

 

“Matheson-san you've interrupted my class. Please have a seat and don't be late again.” Takakura-sensei was mad at him again, which this didn't make Andy feel any better. He even felt a little sick at the idea that there was somebody who didn't like him; especially a teacher who thought he was a bad student.

 

“Hai, sensei.”

 

He could feel the eyes on him. He knew that the students were talking about him, wondering why he was always ten minutes late to class. It bothered Andy; he was a good student and wanted the other students to see him in that light instead of a slacker who was always late. But class continued like always and Andy's fears didn't go away. Takakura-sensei kept his attention on him and Andy felt himself slowly sinking into his chair, trying to find the best way to hide from the constant attention. This time the dark brown of Takakura-sensei's eyes was even darker, almost black with intensity. It set Andy on guard and shivers ran down his spine. Oddly, all of this strange passion seemed to be directed towards Andy. No other student Takakura-sensei seemed to focus on. No other student received his rapt attention like Andy did. It was all so strange, yet alluring and dangerous.

 

It was difficult for him to focus in the class with such a strong and overwhelming teacher. Every class he tried to figure out how to act, how to respond, what to say. He was lost and he didn't know how to crawl out of this oppressive atmosphere that seemed to surround the class. Why did he feel this way? This class shouldn't feel any different from his others, but it did and it was entirely the teacher's fault. Takakura-sensei was like no teacher that Andy had had before and the good, reliable student in Andy was being driven out of his mind.

 

It wasn't until the announcement came that class was over Andy realized that instead of paying attention to the discussion he had ended up thinking of Takakura-sensei the whole time. This was definitely not good.

 

Andy came out of his haze and realized that Takakura-sensei had dismissed everyone and he was the last people packing up. Hurrying to get out of the overbearing classroom, he rabidly stuffed his notebook and textbook into his backpack. Standing up, he put his backpack over his shoulders and strode to the door. Almost making it, he was stopped short by a warm calloused hand strongly wrapped around his bicep. Turning to face his assaulter, he tried to pull his arm free, but the hand had a very firm grip and wouldn't let go. It latched on with a bruising force but still not enough to actually leave a mark. Following the hand, up the arm and pasted the shoulders Andy saw the face of his teacher, Takakura-sensei.

 

“I need to talk to you.” There was a strange emotion on his face that Andy couldn't grasp but it put him on edge.

 

Andy gave his sensei a questioning look. “About what?”

 

“Come to my office and you'll find out,” was the clipped reply.

 

“I don't know if I have time.” Andy was nervous, looking everywhere except at Noah's face.

 

“This is important. You're coming with me.” Takakura-sensei dragged Andy out of the classroom and down the hall towards his office. Andy was just thankful that there were no students around and the teachers that were in their offices didn't look up from their work. It was too embarrassing being pulled down the hall by your arm by your teacher. Finally, after a lot of dragged feet and silent protests, they finally reached Takakura-sensei's private office.

 

Immediately the door shut and Andy was unceremonially dumped in one of two chairs facing the teacher's desk. He waited for sensei to take a seat behind the desk. Which he didn't, instead he took the other chair that was on Andy's side of the desk and moved it so that he was facing the student.

 

At first it was quiet and the silence sat heavily over them both. Andy couldn't look Takakura-sensei in the eye so instead he let his eyes wander, not really paying attention to anything, just running his eyes over the shelves of books and file cabinets. His office wasn't much different from his classroom, inside it was almost suffocating. Trying his best, Andy worked hard to not start hyperventilating.

 

“Stop doing that and look me in the eyes!” It was more of a command then an invitation. Noah grabbed Andy's chin and forcing his face towards the sensei's own. The dark brown Asian eyes caught Andy's attention, he could tell that he had lost all thoughts and his previous anxieties disappeared.

 

“You have been late to my class for over two weeks now.” Immediately Andy's eyes were drawn to the shapely lips, he was fixated by their movement but not really following what was being said. “Excuses will not be accepted. You cannot afford to miss another class. Do you understand me?”

 

Something was asked of him, that's all that Andy understood and right now he would do anything just to hear that voice and watch those captivating lips move again. “Hai.”

 

“Good.” Sensei released his chin and immediately the connection was severed. Blinking, Andy tried to sort things out but he just couldn't get a complete handle on what was going on around him. He understood that sensei didn't want him to be late again and he had given his word that it wouldn't happen again. “That's all that I needed to discuss with you, you can go now.” Sensei stood up from his chair and walked to the other side of the desk to his regular seat. Adjusting the reading glasses that sensei always wore, he opened up a book on his desk.

 

Blinking a couple more times, Andy got some more of his wits back and shakily stood up. Running a hand through his bright blonde hair, he muttered a “sayoonara” that was answered with a noncommittal grunt and opened up the office door to leave.

 

“Andy.” There it was again, that special tone of voice that sensei used only on addressing him personally. “When you're in my office, from now on, you should call me Noah.”

 

A blush broke out on Andy's cheeks and his mouth was agape. Was he just told that he could call a teacher by their first name? Well, this is college and things are a lot different here. “Hai… Noah-san.” College just kept getting more and more strange.

 

 

 

 

*I had to look up the word for kid in my English-Japanese, Japanese-English dictionary and that's what it told me. I'm pretty sure it's the right word and I'm pretty sure it works in the context I put it in. If it doesn't then please tell me nicely and give me the word you think I should use instead and I'd be glad to change it and would be eternally grateful to you.