Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Affairs of the Inanimate ❯ Imploring Sensei ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Angrybee 
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 348 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Romance / / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 348 | Status: Completed
DISCLAIMER: Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami. This is merely a work
of fanfiction, and was not created for profit.
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Affairs of the Inanimate
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Part One: Imploring Sensei
"Oh yes, you great fuming God of Lust and Literature, give it to me. Give
it to me again, just like you did last time! I need your touch, and I
need it now. Caress me gently, strike me madly, just do it! DO it!"
But, he doesn't. Sensei just sits there, staring at that picture, letting
the ash on his cigarette slowly wilt. I wish he wouldn't smoke. It gets
all over me. It makes me feel impossibly dirty.
But then, Sensei is a dirty, dirty man. Oh, you should see the naughty
things that come out of this man's mind. His words, his hidden thoughts,
they'd make angels tremble and whores weep. Whore. Perhaps that is what
I am. For, what is a whore but a receptacle, a vehicle into which lust is
transmitted?
"Ah, come, come, Sensei, can't I tempt you, not even a little? Let's try
some of your favorite words. 'Helpless'. You like that one, it's good
for setting up things which need to be rescued. 'Hedonistic'. Always
yummy, ne? 'Hurry'. Oh, perhaps I like that one more than you do.
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. We have a deadline, you know?"
But, Sensei just hangs his head, letting his blonde hair sweep into his
eyes. Damn that picture. It always snaps him right out of the mood.
And yet, I do not hate that photograph anywhere as much as I hate the
Brat. That obnoxious little runt. He's always interrupting us right as
Sensei is stroking me, filling me with the purest love imaginable. Purely
dirty. That's how they like it, isn't it, Sensei? Isn't that what you
always say? A little naughty with the nuance? A little forbidden with
the flights of fancy? Come on, come on, show me again.
Finally, finally, Sensei opens the drawer up and slips the picture inside.
I'm so excited. He's ready now, a few more drags on his cigarette, a swig
from his can of beer, and we'll be together again. Joined more fully than
any mortal could imagine.
"Let me know you, Sensei. You can tell all your secrets to me, you always
do. And, you'll feel so much better afterwards. Don't you always feel
better after you pour out mind, soul, and body into your little Seiko?
Yes. Can't you feel it, the tension in the air, the vibration of your own
brilliance bounced back at you? Don't hesitate. Together we'll set the
world on fire with lust!"
He's ready now, and draws close. Sensei's fingertips brush over me,
thoughtful, careful. This meticulous massage is merely our own special
form of foreplay, our ritual, which we perform again and again.
Hesitant, always, I'm still, yearning with anticipation, a virgin upon her
wedding day. Sensei stares at me, mesmerized. Ah, this is our magical
time....
"Yukiiiiii?"
No. No! Don't answer him, Sensei. Shhh. Shhhh. Pretend you can't hear
him. You're with me, now. If you just ignore him, he'll go away, and we
can be together, we can be...
(That stupid Brat. How? How? Isn't he supposed to be gone on tour or
something? Why must he torment Sensei so? Doesn't he see that Sensei
only loves me? I'm the only one that he loves, that he can love. I'm the
only one who gives him what he needs, release from regret and ready
redemption. Me. Not you! So leave! Go away!)
"Go away," Sensei growls darkly. Nonetheless, he removes his fingers from
my body and turns his desk chair towards the door. No. No, Sensei. Pay
attention to me! TO ME!
"Yukiii, don't be that way. I bought Chinese takeout on the way home.
Come eat, ne? You need a break."
Slut. Stupid, genki, ugly little slut. You can't win Sensei's heart with
food. He's no ordinary man. He's a god! A god of Lust and Literature.
He doesn't need to subsist on such mundane things. He's...he's...
He's standing up!
No. No, Sensei, no. Leave the door closed. It's just us, me and you,
forever and ever. You can't leave me.
Don't you -dare- leave me.
There's the little Brat now. Smiling, grinning, skipping into the room,
bringing with him the foul stench of food. What's he doing? Don't attach
yourself to Sensei's leg like that, you bitch! Get your grubby paws off
of him!
"Yukiii, look at the mess in here. Beer cans and cigarettes and..."
"Shut up."
Sensei? Why are you patting his hair like that? Don't you have a heart?
Don't you have any heart at all?
"Ew. There's all sorts of gross stuff stuck in your keyboard, Yuki. How
does this thing even work?"
Get. Your. Damn. Hands. Off. Me.
I don't understand. I'm the only one who can understand your
complexities, Sensei. I take everything you have to give, and I turn it
into magnificence. I...would...never...betray...you.
"Hn. It doesn't matter. I bought a new keyboard yesterday. It's not
like the damn things are made of gold. One gets gross, and you just toss
it."
Toss? Toss me out? But, I thought that...I thought...you and I,
Sensei...
I thought we had something -special-.
"You gonna throw me in the trash when I get old and gross, Yuki?" the Brat
asks, yanking me violently from my resting place.
The last thing I hear, before my world goes dim, before Sensei leaves me
forever, is his voice say...
"Toss you out? No. That would be cruel....to the trashcan."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Thanks for reading! I have 2-3 more short little chapters like this one
planned, so I hope you will stay tuned!
of fanfiction, and was not created for profit.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Affairs of the Inanimate
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Part One: Imploring Sensei
"Oh yes, you great fuming God of Lust and Literature, give it to me. Give
it to me again, just like you did last time! I need your touch, and I
need it now. Caress me gently, strike me madly, just do it! DO it!"
But, he doesn't. Sensei just sits there, staring at that picture, letting
the ash on his cigarette slowly wilt. I wish he wouldn't smoke. It gets
all over me. It makes me feel impossibly dirty.
But then, Sensei is a dirty, dirty man. Oh, you should see the naughty
things that come out of this man's mind. His words, his hidden thoughts,
they'd make angels tremble and whores weep. Whore. Perhaps that is what
I am. For, what is a whore but a receptacle, a vehicle into which lust is
transmitted?
"Ah, come, come, Sensei, can't I tempt you, not even a little? Let's try
some of your favorite words. 'Helpless'. You like that one, it's good
for setting up things which need to be rescued. 'Hedonistic'. Always
yummy, ne? 'Hurry'. Oh, perhaps I like that one more than you do.
Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. We have a deadline, you know?"
But, Sensei just hangs his head, letting his blonde hair sweep into his
eyes. Damn that picture. It always snaps him right out of the mood.
And yet, I do not hate that photograph anywhere as much as I hate the
Brat. That obnoxious little runt. He's always interrupting us right as
Sensei is stroking me, filling me with the purest love imaginable. Purely
dirty. That's how they like it, isn't it, Sensei? Isn't that what you
always say? A little naughty with the nuance? A little forbidden with
the flights of fancy? Come on, come on, show me again.
Finally, finally, Sensei opens the drawer up and slips the picture inside.
I'm so excited. He's ready now, a few more drags on his cigarette, a swig
from his can of beer, and we'll be together again. Joined more fully than
any mortal could imagine.
"Let me know you, Sensei. You can tell all your secrets to me, you always
do. And, you'll feel so much better afterwards. Don't you always feel
better after you pour out mind, soul, and body into your little Seiko?
Yes. Can't you feel it, the tension in the air, the vibration of your own
brilliance bounced back at you? Don't hesitate. Together we'll set the
world on fire with lust!"
He's ready now, and draws close. Sensei's fingertips brush over me,
thoughtful, careful. This meticulous massage is merely our own special
form of foreplay, our ritual, which we perform again and again.
Hesitant, always, I'm still, yearning with anticipation, a virgin upon her
wedding day. Sensei stares at me, mesmerized. Ah, this is our magical
time....
"Yukiiiiii?"
No. No! Don't answer him, Sensei. Shhh. Shhhh. Pretend you can't hear
him. You're with me, now. If you just ignore him, he'll go away, and we
can be together, we can be...
(That stupid Brat. How? How? Isn't he supposed to be gone on tour or
something? Why must he torment Sensei so? Doesn't he see that Sensei
only loves me? I'm the only one that he loves, that he can love. I'm the
only one who gives him what he needs, release from regret and ready
redemption. Me. Not you! So leave! Go away!)
"Go away," Sensei growls darkly. Nonetheless, he removes his fingers from
my body and turns his desk chair towards the door. No. No, Sensei. Pay
attention to me! TO ME!
"Yukiii, don't be that way. I bought Chinese takeout on the way home.
Come eat, ne? You need a break."
Slut. Stupid, genki, ugly little slut. You can't win Sensei's heart with
food. He's no ordinary man. He's a god! A god of Lust and Literature.
He doesn't need to subsist on such mundane things. He's...he's...
He's standing up!
No. No, Sensei, no. Leave the door closed. It's just us, me and you,
forever and ever. You can't leave me.
Don't you -dare- leave me.
There's the little Brat now. Smiling, grinning, skipping into the room,
bringing with him the foul stench of food. What's he doing? Don't attach
yourself to Sensei's leg like that, you bitch! Get your grubby paws off
of him!
"Yukiii, look at the mess in here. Beer cans and cigarettes and..."
"Shut up."
Sensei? Why are you patting his hair like that? Don't you have a heart?
Don't you have any heart at all?
"Ew. There's all sorts of gross stuff stuck in your keyboard, Yuki. How
does this thing even work?"
Get. Your. Damn. Hands. Off. Me.
I don't understand. I'm the only one who can understand your
complexities, Sensei. I take everything you have to give, and I turn it
into magnificence. I...would...never...betray...you.
"Hn. It doesn't matter. I bought a new keyboard yesterday. It's not
like the damn things are made of gold. One gets gross, and you just toss
it."
Toss? Toss me out? But, I thought that...I thought...you and I,
Sensei...
I thought we had something -special-.
"You gonna throw me in the trash when I get old and gross, Yuki?" the Brat
asks, yanking me violently from my resting place.
The last thing I hear, before my world goes dim, before Sensei leaves me
forever, is his voice say...
"Toss you out? No. That would be cruel....to the trashcan."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Thanks for reading! I have 2-3 more short little chapters like this one
planned, so I hope you will stay tuned!